There must be something wrong with me

One day later, in the afternoon.

At the West Street entrance.

Inside an ordinary car.

"Gangzi, are you sure you’re not joking?"

Mantis Finch was holding a cellphone, asking Gangzi on the other end, "Is Chef Zhang really that terrifying? Like a martial arts master from a film?"

"Why the hell would I lie to you?" Gangzi, who was very familiar with Mantis Finch, replied, "I went to your fight club to practice boxing today and heard people there say you were planning to find Chef Zhang, so I specially called you to be careful!

I’m worried you’ll act foolishly like a martial arts fanatic and want to fight my Brother Zhang!"

"I know he’s really skilled, and I’ve crossed hands with him," Mantis Finch still couldn’t quite believe it, "But you say he’s so powerful that you’re like a clay doll in his hands?

I find that hard to imagine.

Because when I sparred with him, he didn’t seem as outrageous as you described."

Mantis Finch paused and recalled:

"Especially because I could also see he had martial arts skills, although I couldn’t determine which school or style, it wasn’t to the extent you mentioned, where everything was unclear."

"Fine, fine, I’m done talking." Gangzi said angrily, "I’ve said my piece. Do as you please. If you end up getting beaten to death by my Brother Zhang, don’t blame me for not warning you."

"Haha!" Mantis Finch laughed upon hearing Gangzi’s anger and said, "I’m just going to have a meal with the old brother, not seeking death.

Moreover, I knew ’Brother Zhang’ before you did.

If anyone’s acknowledging an elder brother, it should be me first."

He hung up the phone.

Mantis Finch was full of curiosity.

’Could Brother Zhang really have become so formidable? Impossible, it’s only been a month.

Practicing martial arts isn’t like blowing up a balloon; you can’t just inflate it instantly.’

With questions in mind, he instructed the driver to go faster.

Half an hour later.

A small restaurant.

Zhang Feng was standing at the entrance because Gangzi had called the restaurant’s landline, saying Mantis Finch was coming.

As the host, it was natural for him to welcome the guest.

Moreover, since he needed to borrow a book, he certainly had to show the proper courtesy.

About two minutes later.

Beep beep—

Mantis Finch’s car arrived.

"Hello, old brother!" Mantis Finch got out of the car with a smile, then carefully observed Zhang Feng.

At a glance, he was bewildered, realizing he couldn’t discern Zhang Feng’s skills.

’Could what Gangzi said be true?’

Mantis Finch was confused, unable to imagine how someone could discard their martial arts styles in such a short time.

The only possible explanation was that the person had undergone some unimaginable breakthrough.

Like the ’return to the original state’ in martial arts novels.

He used to not understand this term, unable to imagine it, but now he both did not understand and yet understood it.

Because it truly existed.

’Am I still in the mortal world?’ Mantis Finch shook his head, then smiled and said, "Old brother, I thought you were formidable before, but I didn’t expect you to be so skilled.

I just heard from Gangzi, it’s incredible!"

Mantis Finch spoke frankly, never liking to beat around the bush.

If someone shared a little secret with him, he could turn around and tell it to others.

Just like a month ago, when his two ’junior brothers’ discussed Zhang Feng’s martial arts, he turned around and told Zhang Feng.

"You’re flattering me." Zhang Feng waved his hand, inviting him into the restaurant, "Come, let’s have some noodles."

They went through the back door.

Once Zhang Feng prepared the meal and brought it out.

Mantis Finch heartily ate with no qualms.

In no time, the large bowl of noodles was finished clean.

Zhang Feng looked over and asked, "Enough to eat?"

Saying that, Zhang Feng turned to Ah Hang, who had just entered the back kitchen, "Go get a few chicken legs."

"Okay!"

Zhang Feng didn’t specify how many, but soon Ah Hang returned with a bowl packed with no less than ten.

Zhang Feng nodded quietly, feeling satisfied.

"I can’t finish it." Mantis Finch waved his hand, "Old brother, this is too much, I’m embarrassed."

...

At night.

Zhang Feng and Mantis Finch arrived at the South City fight club.

The first impression upon entering was the deafening noise of the crowd.

Zhang Feng saw some people on the stands yelling hysterically in support.

In the boxing ring, two fighters with decent physiques were engaged in close combat, exchanging heavy blows.

"Let’s go upstairs!" Mantis Finch shouted over the noise, his voice inevitably louder, "They’ve reserved the best private room for you!"

The best private room was actually a small single room of about twenty square meters.

Zhang Feng arrived and saw there was a small sofa and a small table inside the room, and it smelled fresh, unlike the sweat and smoke outside, mixed with perfume scents.

"It’s been specially cleaned." Mantis Finch dug his ear, "The soundproofing here is decent, outside it’s too noisy, my ears are still buzzing."

"Thanks for the trouble, Brother Bang." Zhang Feng sat down on the sofa without any pretenses, then looked out over the glass at the fight club, "This is great, I can see clearly."

"Of course!" Mantis Finch picked up the tea on the table and poured a cup for Zhang Feng, "A promise is a promise! I reserved the best room for you, old brother."

"Thank you." Zhang Feng stood up to take the tea, thought for a moment, and asked, "Do you have any medical books on meridians or even some materials?"

"Medical books?" Mantis Finch paused and replied, "I have some at my old home in the mainland, I’ll have a junior brother go fetch them, but it may take a while."

Mantis Finch looked at Zhang Feng, "Is it urgent?"

"Just arrange it as you see fit," Zhang Feng nodded in thanks, then said, "I’ve had some insights into generating power with the old Praying Mantis Fist. If it’s convenient, maybe we can spar sometime?"

"Sure thing!" Mantis Finch was eager to spar with the old brother.

Because there was too much of a gap between the two.

So in reality, it was like being taught.

"Thank you, old brother!" Mantis Finch gratefully clasped his fists.

By this time, as they were chatting, there was a sudden noise from outside the door.

Big Uncle, accompanied by Gangzi, stood at the door.

Behind them were Xiaoxu and a big man.

"Boss Zhang!" Xiaoxu and the others greeted Zhang Feng.

"We just saw Brother Zhang from the ring." Big Uncle held a tea cake, "Care to join us for some tea?"

Zhang Feng did not speak but looked instead at the host of the house, Mantis Finch.

Mantis Finch waved his hand, "Right now, the head of this house is Brother Zhang, so ask him."

"Please." Zhang Feng beckoned Big Uncle and his group inside.

Once inside, Xiaoxu and the big man stood behind the sofa.

Because the space was small, and the sofa was not big enough.

Meanwhile, as Big Uncle walked in, he said, "In a while, each of the city sects will have a meeting."

He looked at Zhang Feng,

"On the night before the meeting, I usually have a meal with Mantis Finch.

If Brother Zhang is not busy, would you like to join us?"

The South City and the stronghold had a good personal relationship.

So usually before meetings, Big Uncle would have a meal with Mantis Finch to chat about possible topics at the meeting.

However, this time, they also extended the invitation to Zhang Feng, who belonged to no faction, inviting him to join their "small duo."

"Alright." Zhang Feng had a good impression of both the stronghold and Mantis Finch, so he naturally agreed to go.

...

Half a month later, the medical books were delivered first.

Zhang Feng didn’t delay in starting his knowledge plan for this world.

Studying medicine.

And during his study of medicine, Zhang Feng did not stop practicing his fist skill, beginning to cultivate the meridian lines of the Demon Subduing Fist.

Unknowingly...

A year and ten months passed by.