Starting as an infant, with parents who are blond-haired delinquents?

As Fan Xiaoyong raised his leg, this was undoubtedly an extremely obvious loophole and flaw in the eyes of the customer.

Anyone with eyes can see that such a large fishhook is exposed right in front of them.

But the customer is such a proud person. The more traps the other party sets for him, the more willing he is to defeat the opponent in this regard with absolute force.

Seeing Fan Xiaoyong's arrogant attitude and the customer's determined offensive, "God's Hand" treated everyone equally and impartially probed and covered his vital parts.

With a sneer, Fan Xiaoyong said, "This is the Iron Ding Kung Fu specially prepared for you. How can you be so proud of it? Do you really think that the so-called Hand of God is invincible?"

Staggering back two steps, the customer bit his lip. He raised his right hand, and dense bloodstains spread down from his palm, revealing a large hole pierced through it.

A collective gasp rippled through the room...

Now "God" has completely become God...

Seeing his son's hand pierced by Fan Xiaoyong's iron nail, the customer's father raised his calloused hands and sighed, "This is the necessary path to becoming a strong person!..."

Chapter 122 Redemption

Both men knew perfectly well that what mattered was their courage.

"Haha..." Fan Xiaoyong leaned back and laughed loudly.

"You think this is just ordinary Iron Cudgel Kung Fu? Everyone knows that ordinary Iron Cudgel Kung Fu is useless against you."

"This is the Spiked Iron Neck Technique that I painstakingly derived from a second-tier spiked pangolin crystal core!"

"Holy crap, Fan Xiaoyong..."

Zhu Bobi looked horrified, pulling at his hair with both hands.

The so-called spiky pangolin is most famous for its burrowing ability; a single pangolin can dig enough burrows in its lifetime to circle the entire planet Earth…

This thing is great at creating holes, but the crystal core doesn't bring any other benefits, so basically no one would waste their time and energy absorbing it.

Successful people are always willing to take shortcuts, and it seems that they are doing this because they are determined to target customers.

Zhang Chaoqiang was very curious whether this spiked iron nail technique might be released automatically if accidentally...

Tan Yue's brows remained furrowed. Only after Zhang Chaoqiang reminded her that it would cause crow's feet and wrinkles did she, like Zhang Chaoqiang had done before, manually suppress her brows, a sign of her teenage vanity.

She asked, "Does this Fan Xiaoyong have a grudge against the customer...? Is he deliberately targeting them like this..."

Zhu Bobi seemed to have been waiting for these words for a long time. After all, it wasn't good to speak ill of someone behind their back, although being spoken of passively wasn't quite right either. He explained the whole story in one sentence:

"Legend has it that when he was young, God's father once fought with Fan Xiaoyong's father and accidentally injured his vital organs with the Hand of God."

From this point on, Fan Xiaoyong's father was utterly devastated and never recovered. It's said he was even granted a special position in Beijing...

"Hey, stop talking!"

Before Zhu Bobi's mother could slap him, he quickly said, "A mere slap is nothing compared to resolving Tan Yue's doubts."

Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei, who were standing next to each other, also stopped playing on their phones and leaned closer, their ears practically perked up.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Huolong turned around with suspicion and secretly glanced at the parents of one of the customers behind him.

Unexpectedly, the other party also noticed his gaze, hesitated for a second, and then nodded to him, which can be regarded as agreeing with what Zhu Bobi had just said.

"No wonder Fan Xiaoyong seems to have always been targeting God; it seems they are sworn enemies."

Their gazes returned to the field.

Faced with Fan Xiaoyong's unrestrained smile, the customer remained completely indifferent, his demeanor more like that of a god.

Ignoring his pierced right hand, he wandered around Fan Xiaoyong.

"In the fight between our fathers back then, both sides suffered injuries. There's no right or wrong. My father was almost blind and could no longer accurately pinpoint vital points, while your father..."

"Furthermore, in the arena of combat, there is only winning and losing, not right and wrong."

I'm so glad you've mastered such exquisite iron-stud skills; my hands haven't felt pain in a long time..."

"What's with all this chattering and showing off?"

The two instantly engaged in combat. Relying on the customer's shadow steps, Fan Xiaoyong's ordinary whip-like kicks could never hit his vital parts.

But it did force the opponent to retreat step by step, occasionally hitting the back and arm, the wounded customer, blood dripping all over the fighting arena.

Why only dodge and not attack?

Fan Xiaoyong was puzzled, and with two consecutive whip kicks, he forced the customer to the edge of the ring.

The Snake Whip Kick, a second-tier martial art, can make the legs and feet flexible and stretch, and its speed is so fast that it is difficult for the opponent to get close.

But he knew he couldn't stop the customer's Shadow Step. The customer's proud hand was injured, and if he wanted to regain his footing by attacking vital points, his Spiked Iron Neck Technique wouldn't give him the slightest chance!

The next second!

Because Fan Xiaoyong was momentarily distracted, the customer successfully seized the opportunity when the snake whip leg extended the attack gap by half a second, and used Shadow Step to ghostly dart across the blood.

The distance between the two suddenly closed, putting them completely within the customer's attack range.

"Could he fall for it a second time?" Fan Xiaoyong's momentary distraction was just his second feint. He hadn't expected the customer to be so honest. Was he betting that Fan Xiaoyong's Iron Fist technique wasn't prepared?

But how can we be careless when dealing with customers?

As he watched Gu Lu's pale, supremely handsome left hand reach for his vitals, he grinned, revealing his teeth, and even abandoned his snake whip kick...

With another sharp pain, Fan Xiaoyong felt a piercing pain. He saw that the customer's left hand had been pierced and was covered in blood and flesh. He should have been happy, but he felt a pang of pity.

This time, Fan Xiaoyong was truly distracted. The customer gritted his teeth, broke through Fan Xiaoyong's snake whip kick with his legs, and swept his leg behind Fan Xiaoyong. By the time Fan Xiaoyong, who was frowning, reacted...

The blood covering the ring was no longer enough to give his feet enough friction to get up, so he knelt on the ground, his hands on the floor...

Was the blood also part of the design? By the time he realized it, it was too late…

The customer risked injury in order to find a breakthrough opportunity.

At this point, the second crucial point is revealed to the customer.

the man.

There are two vital points, only five centimeters apart, one bright and one hidden, one emerging from the thicket and the other concealed beneath it.

The difference between attack methods is whether the five fingers are spread open or closed.

Zhang Huolong quickly covered Zhang Chaoqiang and Shen Qiangwei's eyes, but he himself only squinted through one eye. He didn't understand the others, but he was familiar with the Thousand-Year Kill technique...

The customer, whose hands were pierced, went from being a half-god to a fully-fledged god.

He endured the pain and struggled to bring his five fingers together on his right hand.

God's Hand - Drill Bit

There were girls at Yuhua Martial Arts School who had experienced this move firsthand... but the customer hadn't hit them too hard at the time...

But this time, facing Fan Xiaoyong, the customer will probably have to show all his strength...

The referee was extremely careful; if someone managed to sneak out, the game would have to be stopped immediately to provide medical assistance!

At the same time, Fan Xiaoyong's parents and the customer's parents were all in shock.

In that instant when their breaths stopped, the seemingly swift, drill-like finger, ultimately failing to penetrate to the vital point, stopped at the entrance, and they could even feel each other's lingering warmth...

The customer was born into a family specializing in vital points and uses martial arts passed down through generations, but he always knew his limits and never seriously injured anyone. His past successes may not be so bad; this period of hardship might just be a good thing.

"I won!"

The customer opened his arms, and Fan Xiaoyong, panting heavily, lay completely in a pool of blood on the ground.

At the last moment, the customer regained control and stopped.

Fan Xiaoyong's parents held each other's hands tightly. If that attack had landed, their son would have been seriously injured. Was this some kind of compensation...?

"You win." At this moment, having learned what had happened, Fan Xiaoyong had no choice but to admit defeat.

After his wounds were bandaged, the customer who had been eliminated won the championship in the next level of martial arts competition.

This match left an extremely deep impression on everyone present; it was probably one of the most exciting martial arts competitions ever held.

"son…"

The usually indifferent father broke the usual stalemate between father and son. He raised his arm, and this time the customer did not dodge. He landed on the customer's shoulder.

Then he nodded, a nod of approval from him…

Not long after, Fan Xiaoyong took the initiative to look for customers. Given his personality, he naturally didn't want to say anything pretentious. He left a few bottles of wound medicine and left, which was his and his parents' idea.

Whether it was the tempering that came from the customer injuring his own hands, or the final cessation of the act, did it erase the father's past...?

Zhang Chaoqiang was lost in thought.

"God truly became God at that moment!"

If the previous God was a physical God, then this is a spiritual God.

The following matches were unremarkable compared to the first one. Rong Yue easily won the championship of the senior girls' melee competition, and Pang Lei in the audience was even more excited than if he had won the championship himself.

The martial arts tournament finally came to a complete end just before dusk.

One of the matches was particularly impactful...

Just like the tactic of exchanging injury for injury, Zhang Chaoqiang believes he still has a lot to learn from his customers.

He felt a certain camaraderie with his customers, perhaps because they also came from families with a history of struggle.

The martial arts competition was declared over, and Lao Chen decided to have a nice meal with Zhang Chaoqiang's family to celebrate Tan Yue's decent results. However, he hadn't been decisive enough when leaving, and now he couldn't leave.

"Click, click..."

After the event ended, some parents, as well as teachers or leaders from other martial arts schools, came to find Zhang Chaoqiang, Zhang Huolong, and Shen Qiangwei, requesting to take a photo together.

Zhang Chaoqiang had already sensed something was wrong. He tried to leave with his parents, but they dawdled. Now that those people had caught them, they couldn't leave even if they wanted to.

then.

Except for Zhang Chaoqiang, the three family members all struck bizarre poses and remained motionless for the next hour.

Then the parents, teachers, and school leaders lined up in an orderly fashion and went one by one to the three still figures, while Old Chen, who was in charge of taking photos, sat in front of them.

The clicking sound seemed to never stop.

It didn't end until after sunset.

Despite the aches and pains in their bodies from maintaining the same posture for so long, Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei were overjoyed to be welcomed. They loved the feeling of being popular and recognized.