"I think you're tired of living!"
Zheng Ke felt greatly insulted and suddenly kicked towards Lin Fan's temple.
Whoosh!
A sharp whistling sound tore through the air.
Lin Fan also raised his leg, striking first despite being the recipient.
From the previous exchange, he had not only gauged Zheng Ke's attack strength but also learned some moves of the Eight-Armed Fist.
With the vision of his Purple Extreme Spirit Eyes, he could clearly see the entire process of Zheng Ke's movements.
Clang!
In a flash, their shins collided head-on.
Crack!
Under the immense force, the leg bone of one man made a crisp cracking sound.
Of course, it wasn't Lin Fan's.
Lin Fan had already circulated his purple energy to protect his entire leg.
If he couldn't even win with this, he might as well go home.
Zheng Ke's eyes widened as he felt the pain in his shin, his face, eyes, and heart filled with disbelief.
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
The legs and knees of Muay Thai boxers were their most powerful weapons.
Zheng Ke had been practicing kicking trees since childhood to strengthen his shins.
In his years of training, he had kicked down eight coconut trees in front of his house.
How could his hardness be inferior to that of an ordinary person?
Noticing the smug smile on Lin Fan's lips, Zheng Ke became fierce. Disregarding the injury to his right leg, he suddenly lifted his left knee.
"Yah!"
Zheng Ke's eyes blazed with anger: "Die!"
"Stop!"
Zheng Yue shouted, but Zheng Ke had already committed his force.
Whoosh~
Lin Fan neither dodged nor retreated, and also lifted his left knee.
Bang!
A dull thud.
Zheng Ke was immediately sent flying into the air, his expression one of utter astonishment, as if he had seen a ghost.
"No matter how you fight, you're no match for me."
Lin Fan shook his head and chuckled.
Boom!
Zheng Ke crashed into a pile of chairs, his entire face contorted in pain.
Everyone present, almost simultaneously, looked at Lin Fan with shocked expressions.
Unforeseen!
Completely unforeseen!
Zheng Ke, who had been so imposing moments ago, was now defeated on the ground in a head-on confrontation, utterly vanquished.
Lin Fan looked at Zheng Ke's furious and unconvinced gaze, flexed his wrists, and walked forward.
"Enough!"
Zheng Yue quickly called out.
Although she couldn't understand why a "charlatan" was so powerful, given Zheng Ke's current condition, he clearly couldn't continue.
"Miss, I can still fight!"
Zheng Ke's face was flushed red. Even though his legs felt like they were being pricked by needles, he still supported himself by a table and stood up.
"I still have my fists, come on, fight me!"
Lin Fan shook his head.
Coincidentally, there was a broken wooden plank under his feet. He bent down and picked it up.
Boom!
No one could clearly see the speed of his punch.
By the time everyone reacted, his arm had already penetrated the wooden plank, leaving a perfectly round hole in it.
Zheng Ke's pupils contracted, his expression incredibly complex.
Not a single bit of residual force spread out!
The power was completely focused on his fist, fast, fierce, and accurate!
"You can't beat me."
Lin Fan said calmly.
Zheng Ke's expression dimmed, knowing these words were true.
Although his fist technique was formidable, he couldn't achieve this level.
If they were to compare fists again, he would still lose!
Lin Fan clapped his hands and calmly sat back in his previous seat.
Tian Mengyao's eyes sparkled. If there hadn't been outsiders, she would have already pounced into Lin Fan's arms and given him a big kiss.
He was so impressive!
So powerful!
Lin Fan looked at Zheng Yue and asked, "Who won?"
"You won, alright?"
Zheng Yue's face was grim.
In comparison, Zheng Ke's face was even grimmer.
He had always considered himself a knight protecting a princess.
And this knight, now, couldn't protect the princess, only watching others act presumptuously in front of her.
"Then what about your promise earlier?"
Lin Fan wouldn't let her gloss over it.
There was no way she could get away with it!
Zheng Yue gnashed her teeth in anger, remaining silent.
"I advise you to know when to stop."
The secretary then stepped forward and said forcefully, "The words we said earlier still stand. You can check the Zheng family of Siam now. My lady is ranked fifth, and her status in Siam is no less than that of a princess."
"I think she's not a princess, but princess syndrome?"
Tian Mengyao scoffed.
On Chinese territory, let alone a fake princess, even a real one wouldn't scare her.
"You..."
The secretary's teeth were grinding in anger.
Tian Mengyao provocatively looked at Zheng Yue and sneered, "It seems you intend to renege on your promise? It's okay, we Chinese are always generous and magnanimous, we won't bother with you."
Zheng Yue clenched her fists tightly, her eyes seeming to want to kill, and squeezed out three words from her mouth: "I'm sorry."
She steeled her heart and bowed deeply.
"Are you satisfied now?"
The secretary said indignantly.
"It's okay, just that your attitude isn't very sincere."
Tian Mengyao said triumphantly.
Zheng Yue glared fiercely at Tian Mengyao.
If this were in Siam, she would absolutely make sure Tian Mengyao wouldn't see the next sunrise.
"The fight is over, you lost, can we talk business now?"
Tian Mengyao turned her head away dismissively, pulled out a chair, and exuded the demeanor of a victor.
Zheng Ke limped back to Zheng Yue's side: "Miss."
"You should go to the hospital first."
There was no blame in Zheng Yue's tone, which moved Zheng Ke to tears.
"Actually, my profession is a doctor."
Lin Fan said softly.
"Hm?"
Zheng Yue was stunned for a moment.
Lin Fan pointed at Zheng Ke: "I mean, I can heal his injury."
Even with Zheng Yue's sharp intelligence, she was a bit bewildered at this moment.
He could fight Zheng Ke on equal footing, and then defeat him.
And now you're telling me you're a doctor?
Then what is Zheng Ke?
Zheng Yue knew very clearly that Zheng Ke was a killing machine trained for this purpose!
Zheng Ke roared: "I don't need you to heal me!"
"Wait, you examine him."
Zheng Yue's curiosity was piqued, wanting to see if Lin Fan was telling the truth.
"Miss!"
Zheng Ke didn't want to agree, but under Zheng Yue's command, he could only obey.
Because he liked her, his heart couldn't refuse Zheng Yue's command.
After he sat down on a chair, Lin Fan brought a small stool and sat in front of his legs.
"Roll up your pant leg."
Lin Fan instructed.
Zheng Ke reluctantly complied, revealing two bare shins.
"Tell me where it hurts."
Lin Fan gently pressed Zheng Ke's shin.
The first sensation upon touching it was that the muscles were extremely developed, the skin was hard and rough, feeling like rubber.
Lin Fan was surprised in his heart, no wonder this guy was so strong, he had cultivated a body of steel!
In the middle of Zheng Ke's shin, there was a visibly swollen area.
Lin Fan covered it with his hand and began to treat it with purple energy.
The next second.
Zheng Ke's face showed shock: "You know internal energy?!"
No wonder he lost, so the other party was an internal energy master!
Zheng Ke had almost no equal in Siam, except for one person.
That person was also a bodyguard of the Zheng family, also an internal energy master, named Meng Wang!