There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 155 - 87: The World’s Greatest Gathering (5.2)_3

Zhang Feng’s thoughts were transparent.

However, unlike Zhang Feng’s peaceful mindset.

’Is this... Power at will?’

Master Chu looked at Zhang Feng, but inside, he was experiencing a storm of emotions.

Because he believed himself to be a genius, and others did too.

Yet today, when he personally witnessed this 22-year-old Grandmaster of whom the martial arts world was in awe, he realized the title of ’genius’ was prematurely given to him.

At a glance, he could tell that the skills of this genius Grandmaster were far superior to his, even surpassing everyone!

’This Master Zhang’s techniques have reached perfection and seem to be refined; there’s no one in the world who can defeat him now!

Someone like me, I can also generate Powerful Qi, but his fighting style is superior to mine; if we were to engage in a life-and-death battle, I would undoubtedly perish.

Speaking solely of technique, he’s already the best in the world!

Unless someone can suppress his techniques entirely with Constitution, overpowering technique with sheer force.

But given his fitness as shown in school videos, it’s tough.’

Master Chu felt a sense of wonder but did not feel the slightest disappointment; instead, his interest grew as he looked at Zhang Feng, saying, "Master Zhang, shall we go inside for a chat?"

Zhang Feng wanted to learn from him.

Why wouldn’t he want to learn from Zhang Feng?

"Please!" Zhang Feng, wanting to learn about his Pei Yuan Pill, was naturally happy to go into the restaurant with him.

Upon arriving there.

Whoa! Two more experts were there!

Zhang Feng saw a tall and a thin person in the corner playing Go.

"Fei Ye Brother! Master Wei!" Master Chu called out loudly, "Stop playing, the Master Zhang you’ve been talking about for days has arrived!"

"Master Zhang?"

"That talented Grandmaster?"

The two suddenly raised their eyes, fixing them directly on Zhang Feng.

’First, third.’ Zhang Feng didn’t expect that he could see the world’s number one, Fei Ye, there.

He looked to be in his forties, slender with striking features.

The other person, Master Wei, was also in his forties and had a tall and strong build, similar to Zhang Feng.

"Master Fei, Master Wei."

"Master Zhang!"

"Master Zhang."

At the same time, Zhang Feng and the two masters exchanged respectful fist salutes without delay.

Once the courtesy concluded.

Zhang Feng was delighted, feeling this visit was truly worthwhile, just to personally see at what stage the Constitution of refined power stood.

Though probably lower than his, perhaps even noticeably lower.

But through them, he could roughly gauge the martial power levels of upcoming third-degree worlds.

Even more eager than Zhang Feng was Fei Ye.

He took two steps forward, cupped his hands towards Zhang Feng again, and said:

"The first glance at Master Zhang, I knew my fighting style wouldn’t compare, so there’s no need to match hands since I can’t compete.

But we’re all martial artists here, if we don’t compare in some other way, it feels like something’s missing."

’That’s lacking insight.’ Zhang Feng was also a martial artist, naturally sharing his sentiment, knowing that in literature there’s no first place, and in martial arts, there’s no second.

It’s just that he wasn’t as direct, not engaging immediately without even offering a drink.

But upon further thought.

In this period of the martial world, he had been exalted sky-high, appearing like the greatest in existence.

Now he’s encountered the genuine best.

This was certainly worth observing.

"Okay." Zhang Feng agreed straightforwardly, reached behind his waist, and under everyone’s shocked gaze, took out the self-made pistol from the gun seller,

"You say, what’s this other comparison?"

"Uh..." Fei Ye was stunned by this scene, unsure of what to say.

Because he didn’t know how to use a gun, nor did he expect this young Master Zhang to carry one!

This truly shocked him.

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"Master Zhang..." Master Chu tried to persuade, "We’re all friends, just meeting, no need."

"No." Zhang Feng sensed they might have misunderstood, so he placed the pistol on the nearby dining table, "I have a gun on me, in case it falls out during the contest, it wouldn’t be good.

So I took it out first to avoid further misunderstandings.’

’Unexpectedly, despite his young age, Master Zhang is quite meticulous...’ Fei Ye felt his admiration rise significantly upon hearing Zhang Feng’s explanation and then solemnly cupped his hands again saying:

"Shall we step into the training room?"

"No need." Zhang Feng waved his hand forward, "Since Master Fei isn’t comparing techniques, let’s just go straight to strength comparison.

Martial arts, after all, is a blend of skill and power."

"Strength comparison?" Fei Ye had never heard of such a proposal, finding it somewhat childish.

But upon reconsidering, it made sense.

With Zhang Feng’s techniques already perfected, it was indeed incomparable, and he had already mentioned not comparing skills.

"Alright!" Master Fei spread his legs slightly to establish a standard stance suited to exerting force, "Push hands?"

"Sure!" Zhang Feng aligned his palm with his, his outline even larger, "Master Chu, will you count?"

"Five." Master Chu stood farther away with the other two, "Four..."

He started counting.

Zhang Feng was slowly adjusting his posture, his arm appearing steady without movement, yet the force of his entire body pressed down.

"Two..."

Master Chu continued counting.

Fei Ye stood rooted like an ancient tree, yet the muscle on his hand twitched, exerting all his strength as well.

"One..."

As soon as Master Chu’s count finished.

Zhang Feng and Fei Ye simultaneously applied force.

But the next second, Fei Ye was immediately pushed out by brute force.

Thud, thud —

He stepped back several times before steadying himself.

’Fei Ye Brother lost?’ Master Chu didn’t expect the power struggle to end so quickly.

’Senior Zhang is the number one in the world!!’ The youth gazed in admiration, astonished to witness the emergence of the world’s number one here.

’Indeed, a marvel has appeared in the martial world.’ The third expert shook his head, ’Watching the videos, I felt something was off, definitely conserving strength.’

’What immense power! Is it Innate Divine Power?’ Fei Ye was initially shocked and then smiled, cupped his hands saying, "I lost."

"Master Fei, you let me win." Zhang Feng returned the courtesy, while calculating the power struggle he just experienced.

’His Constitution is 65, 25 lower than mine, equivalent to my back-calculated "peak esteemed guest", they are evenly matched.

Indirectly, the cultivation methods of refined power are also equivalent to a major part of the internal organ training of an esteemed guest.

However, the cultivation technique isn’t what’s most important, it ultimately depends on the individual.

If someone possesses Innate Divine Power and constantly learns, and relentlessly perfects their technique, will it be the person’s greatness or the cultivation technique’s greatness that prevails in the end?’

Upon reaching this thought, Zhang Feng suddenly had a mental block because the incredible person he was pondering seemed to be himself.

But then.

Zhang Feng quickly dispelled those prideful thoughts, turning towards Master Chu, whose surprise was somewhat diminished, "Can I take a look at the Pei Yuan Pill?"