CHAPTER 242: CHAPTER 114 [GHOST GOD ZHANG FENG]! _3

"If you want to give it a try, then go ahead." Master Meng said calmly, "Although your skills aren’t that high, they’re pretty decent.

After all, we are just ordinary people and can’t compare with Yu God.

He’s only twenty-eight this year, and he’s already much stronger than me, surpassing our older generation.

I guess catching up to Brother Ling, Grandmaster Ling, is just a matter of time."

"Yes!" The driver, upon hearing the words ’Yu God,’ immediately spoke with excitement and admiration, "I wish I had half the talent of Yu God, how great would that be?"

"Envy won’t get you talent." Master Meng, hearing his driver praising others, even Yu God, who was his boss, felt a bit displeased.

"Besides, Yu God isn’t as invincible as you think."

"Huh?" The driver was puzzled, "Isn’t it said online and in our martial arts community that Yu God is a once-in-a-century genius?"

"Yes and no." Master Meng finished eating his herbal cake and took out a high-grade grip strengthener to exercise in the car,

"You’ve been with me for six years; let me tell you an insider’s secret.

Once I tell you, you’ll understand."

As Master Meng spoke, he leaned slightly forward, "You know our martial arts school is part of the ’Ling family’ chain, right?"

"I know, it’s Uncle Ling’s martial arts school." The driver replied with admiration, "Uncle Ling was once number one in the martial arts world!"

"See, you’ve mentioned it, he was once number one." Master Meng shook his head slightly, "Nowadays, there are too many people who can fight in the martial arts world, especially as medicinal recipes have been perfected in recent years.

More and more of the younger generation can easily catch up to us older folks.

Your Uncle Ling was surpassed and had to step down from the number one position.

After he stepped down, the school’s reputation was certainly affected.

So Yu God was pushed forward by him.

You could say that Yu God’s current fame is due to Brother Ling’s publicity."

"Master Meng, do you mean..." The driver hesitantly asked, "Is it possible that Yu God isn’t as amazing as I thought? Not as great as the rumors online?"

"He’s definitely amazing." Master Meng realized he might have said too much, and to prevent any negative remarks from spreading, he added,

"If Yu God weren’t amazing, could Brother Ling’s publicity have made him rise?"

"True." The driver understood, "So it’s like..."

"No need for ’like’." Master Meng cut off the conversation, to avoid his vanity getting the better of him and saying something bad again, "Practice hard, strive to get a small ranking in this martial arts association.

Yu God, you’ll never catch up to him in your lifetime.

Because for you, even for me, he truly is a god in martial arts!

We are destined not to catch up."

As they were chatting, they arrived at the martial arts school ahead.

Parked outside the school.

Master Meng got out of the car and walked towards the school’s interior.

The driver, seeing no one at the entrance, volunteered himself with a stack of flyers, ready to stand guard.

At the same time.

Inside the school.

Zhang Feng was idly watching the students practice martial arts.

However, the student who was showing Zhang Feng around suddenly said when he saw Zhang Feng seriously observing the scene, "Brother, are you secretly learning?"

"..." Zhang Feng was taken aback by the question, secretly learning from these half-baked skills?

Whilst pondering how to respond.

He heard voices from the entrance shouting "Hello, Master!", "Master Meng!", "Manager Meng!"

Zhang Feng looked towards the entrance, about thirty meters away, where a robust man in his forties, wearing leather shoes, was walking in.

"Hello, Master Meng." Seeing the person in charge arriving, Zhang Feng didn’t bother engaging with the outspoken student and prepared to ask about Yu God and that Ling.

Master Meng paused in his steps when he saw Zhang Feng, getting a sense of familiarity.

Upon thinking further, wasn’t this the person Yu God wanted found a year or two ago?

’Brother Ling said, find this man and find a way to keep him quiet, don’t let him talk carelessly about Yu God outside.’

Master Meng, after weighing the situation, warmly smiled as Zhang Feng approached:

"Brother, if you have something, come chat in my office."

While saying this, he seemingly casually walked over, intending to detain Zhang Feng first, so he could choke him out instantly if Zhang Feng tried to speak.

Anything would be better than Zhang Feng loudly shouting in the school, ’I was buried alive by Yu God years ago!’

In the front of the school, there were people streaming live; this wouldn’t be a good influence.

Simultaneously, as Master Meng walked towards Zhang Feng, he was also extremely annoyed inside,

’This person disappeared for years, everyone thought he was dead, why did he suddenly show up now?

And he came directly to disgust me?

If something happens, Brother Ling definitely won’t let me off...’

Master Meng had also done some bad things for Yu God, or rather, he wouldn’t have become the ’Ling family branch master’ who makes money hand over fist without offering proof of loyalty.

But Zhang Feng, seeing Master Meng approach with a big laugh, noticed that his palm and elbow were exerting force and slightly raising.

This was clearly a move to choke him.

After assessing the situation.

The distance between them was currently twelve meters.

So, Zhang Feng decided to take the initiative.

Whoosh—

In the next instant, everyone only saw a flash of a figure.

Zhang Feng had already wrapped his arm around the stunned Master Meng,

"It’s been a long time, shall we find a place to catch up?"

"I..." Master Meng was trembling when he saw Zhang Feng appear instantly, as he could feel Zhang Feng’s grip increasing force around his neck.

’I was subdued with one move! And from over ten meters away!’

Master Meng found it unbelievable.

Because such skill, he had only witnessed on Brother Ling!

This once ’world’s number one.’

"What kind of technique is this?"

Meanwhile, the student who brought Zhang Feng in was also bewildered, "With skills like that, why bother learning? Was this brother just teasing me?"

"Did he just move over in the blink of an eye?" The students watching were also stunned.

"I saw it just now, he crossed over in just one step!"

"Is this Lightweight Skill?"

"I’ve seen it! Grandmaster Ling also performed it, but from a slightly farther distance!"

Everyone discussed in awe and kept their eyes on Zhang Feng and Master Meng.

And at this time, the person filming the livestream also wanted to shift the camera this way.

Zhang Feng, however, turned his back to the camera directly, to avoid alerting Yu God and the other person, which would make it difficult to find them later.

As for the school’s surveillance, Zhang Feng was wearing a conductor’s hat, blocking everything.

At this moment, Master Meng, after his shock, also wanted to fight back.

But when he was about to exert force, he weirdly discovered that his Power seemed to be mysteriously dispelled.

"Let’s go, outside."

Zhang Feng led him outside, intending to leave first.

"Indeed, such a master, only Master Meng could know." Seeing Zhang Feng apparently know Master Meng, and Master Meng also heading outside, everyone had no suspicion.

But in reality, Master Meng didn’t want to move an inch!

Because he knew that if he dared to go outside, he might be finished that day.

But to his horror, he found that he was now like a marionette, his body completely disobedient, subconsciously following Zhang Feng’s steps!

When Zhang Feng took a step, he took a step.

’Is this damn Demon Technique? Is he human?’

Especially now, when he wanted to speak, he found himself unable to.

His neck felt as if it had been numbed, could only maintain the act of breathing.

’Help me! Help me!’ Wanting to call for help now, he could only move his eyes, repeatedly signaling towards the driver at the entrance.

Just the next second, even his eyes couldn’t move anymore.

Leaving only a smiling expression on his face.

Zhang Feng used his arm as a bridge, through resonance, shutting down all his nerves, affecting his facial nerves.

"Master Meng."

Meanwhile, although Zhang Feng’s mouth didn’t move, he adjusted the frequency using Inner Strength and Overclocking plus research on body mechanism data, creating a simulated voice, vibrating the cochlea and small bones of the ear,

"You don’t have to worry; I just want to ask you about something."

’Are you a god or a ghost...’

Master Meng was even more terrified hearing the voice in his ear.

If Zhang Feng hadn’t cut off his nerves, he might have wet his pants.

And when they reached outside.

Zhang Feng quickly scanned around, not knowing where his car was, he gently squeezed his neck again.

In the next instant, the master, unable to control his head turning, and with vocal cords vibrating and mouth opening and closing, spoke to the driver at the entrance:

"Bring my car over."

After saying this clearly unintentional sentence, the master’s mind completely broke down,

’Brother Ling and Yu God, did they offend mortals?

This is clearly a ghost! A true ghost!’