Could it be that he was an Internal Arts Master from the legends?
Su Zhenggang had co from the military, and while there, he had personally witnessed an Internal Arts Master use palm force to smash a big rock, which was truly shocking to the core.
He knew that although he could be considered an expert in external martial arts, in the eyes of an Internal Arts Master, such external martial arts masters like himself really didn’t amount to much. At the mont, Leng Xuan didn’t seem to have anything extraordinary about him; on the contrary, from his appearance, he looked more of the delicate and scholarly type, unlikely to be a master of external skills. It was precisely for this reason that Su Zhenggang suddenly thought that Leng Xuan could very likely be a master of Inner Strength!
Thinking of these things, Su Zhenggang was truly startled inside, but he didn’t show any of it outwardly and laughed, "Don’t be so modest. Even if I hadn’t been careless, I’m afraid I would still be no match for you, haha. Oh right, you used flying needles to hit my pressure points earlier, causing to drop my gun, didn’t you?" he said, staring unblinkingly at Leng Xuan.
In reality, he hadn’t seen any flying needles, but when he had leapt out from behind the pillar earlier, he saw Leng Xuan raise his hand slightly, then felt a piercing pain in his arm followed by numbness; he couldn’t even hold the gun steady anymore. At first, he was sowhat puzzled, but now he vaguely guessed sothing and asked tentatively.
Leng Xuan felt slightly surprised in his heart. This Su Zhenggang was really not a simple character, was he? Had he guessed sothing about him? Outwardly, however, he gave no indication of this and humd in response, laughing, "Hitting pressure points with flying needles is not difficult. So people can even blow needles from their mouth to burst balloons several ters away."
Su Zhenggang was taken aback, realizing that Leng Xuan was deliberately not wanting to discuss this matter further, so he didn’t press the issue, laughed a little, and did not dwell on it. He turned his head to look at Su Yurou and said, "Sister, it’s fortunate that you’re alright today. Otherwise, I wouldn’t know how to explain it to uncle and the others."
"Brother Zhenggang, since I am fine now, you don’t have to worry anymore," Su Yurou said. Suddenly thinking of sothing, she looked at Leng Xuan and asked, "By the way, Brother Leng Xuan, have you seen Uncle Zhao?"
"He’s already fine," Leng Xuan replied with a smile. "He should be in the hospital by now."
"Really?" Su Yurou breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That’s good. This morning I saw soone hit him with an iron rod, and it seed like a lot of blood was flowing."
Su Zhenggang was also wondering why Leng Xuan was driving Uncle Zhao’s car, and now he vaguely guessed sothing, "Sister, what exactly happened? How did these people kidnap you and bring you here?"
Su Yurou replied, "In the morning, Uncle Zhao was driving to school when, halfway there..." Then she recounted the events that had transpired.
Without waiting for Su Zhenggang to ask, Leng Xuan said, "I was also on my way to school this morning when I ca across Uncle Zhao’s car. At that ti, Uncle Zhao had already passed out. I gave him a few manipulations, and after he ca to, he told Yurou had been kidnapped. So I entrusted Uncle Zhao to two classmates and drove his car here myself."
Su Zhenggang, not understanding, asked, "But if Uncle Zhao had already passed out by then, he shouldn’t have known the kidnappers ca here, right? Leng Xuan, how did you find your way here?"
Leng Xuan was hesitating whether to reveal the matter of the Dragon and Phoenix Rings when, unexpectedly, Su Yurou spoke up without any concealnt, "Brother Zhenggang, Brother Leng Xuan was led here by the Dragon Ring."
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