Chapter 867

Haocheng slowly got up from the table, the blood in his nostrils began to flow unstoppably, he stood up dizzily and looked at Ye Ziheng, his eyes were full of anger.

"Kill him to death!"

Haocheng roared angrily, and the hundred or so punks behind him suddenly came to their senses, and they all picked up the steel pipe machetes in their hands and beat Ye Ziheng.

But Ye Ziheng was not afraid at all, and directly kicked the little gangster who was closest to him.

The little bastard was kicked out immediately, and his body was pressed on the little bastards who followed behind, like a domino, overwhelming more than a dozen people at once.

Seeing this scene, those little gangsters were shocked, couldn't help but gasped, and took a few steps back.

Ye Ziheng was obviously much stronger than they had imagined. With just one kick, he directly kicked over a dozen people, and he was probably a Lianjiazi.

But in fact, Ye Ziheng didn't use much force for that kick just now, not even using one percent of his strength. To him, just now he just casually raised his foot and swung it.

After all, the cultivation base of Ye Ziheng's ninth-rank martial artist, not to mention his full strength, is probably one-tenth of his strength, which can directly kick an adult strong man into a pulp.

"I don't want to cause trouble, and I don't want to be provoked, so I'll give you a chance, get out."

Ye Ziheng stood quietly on the spot, not panicking even in the face of enemies hundreds of times larger than him, and everyone present couldn't help feeling a little in awe.

But after seeing this scene, Haocheng immediately became furious, pointing at Ye Ziheng and roaring.

"Why are you still standing there! He is only one person when he is powerful. There are so many of you and you still have weapons in your hands. Are you still afraid of him!"

Seeing what Haocheng said, those punks didn't dare to resist. After all, the background behind Haocheng is still great, and these punks don't have the strength to fight against them.

So the few gangsters looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and once again killed Ye Ziheng.

Seeing this, Ye Ziheng shook his head helplessly, and had no choice but to raise his hands and start to deal with those little gangsters who rushed over.

These little gangsters basically have no combat experience, and they are not Ye Ziheng's opponent at all. Ye Ziheng took a few moves and repelled several gangsters with ease.

But Ye Ziheng's face showed a dull look.

In fact, he likes fighting sometimes. Of course, this does not mean that he is a war madman, but fighting can often improve the strength of warriors, so Ye Ziheng is not very resistant to fighting.

However, this has to be a battle of equal strength at the same level, so that Ye Ziheng can feel that it is improving his own strength.

Facing these ordinary people with little strength, Ye Ziheng really couldn't arouse any interest. If he used a little force, he would injure or even kill them. He had to control the strength of every shot.

For Ye Ziheng, he is now like an old man doing Tai Chi in the garden of the community. Every movement is slow and soft, and he seems to have no strength at all when he hits it. One by one, they were sent flying by Ye Ziheng, screaming in pain, and everyone present was stunned.

(to be continued)