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"What?"

Seeing Ye Fan show such disrespect for Zhang Sanfeng, everyone present was greatly shocked.

Who was Zhang Sanfeng?

He was none other than the newly recognized Martial Arts Grandmaster in the Central Plains, the leader of Central Plains Tai Chi!

Who could have imagined that when Zhang Sanfeng spoke up, he would be rebutted and lose face? This was certainly surprising to everyone.

"You dare to disrespect Master Zhang, boy, you're looking for death!" Han Teng seized the opportunity to yell.

Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng was so angry he was practically smoking from his nostrils.

The next moment, Zhang Sanfeng shouted furiously with a face full of anger: "Young man, do you know who I am? I am Martial Arts Grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng!"

"Zhang Sanfeng?" Hearing this name, Ye Fan was startled.

Zhang Sanfeng snorted coldly: "No, it's 'Zhang' as in 'octopus'!"

"Sweat! 'Zhang' as in 'octopus', you scared me. I thought you were the historical founder of Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng himself!" The corners of Ye Fan's mouth twitched fiercely.

Seeing Ye Fan's disrespect towards Zhang Sanfeng, the crowd was dumbfounded.

Those who could afford to patronize the largest Health Club in the Central Plains were at the very least well-known figures within the region, and each of them knew of Zhang Sanfeng's great reputation.

What shocked them was that the young Ye Fan seemed to not take Zhang Sanfeng seriously at all.

Han Teng exclaimed coldly and angrily: "This ignorant fool, do you realize that Master Zhang is a true Martial Arts Grandmaster, squashing you would be as easy as crushing an ant!"

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"Martial Arts Grandmaster? Oh dear, I'm so scared!" Ye Fan quickly patted himself on the chest, putting on a look of horror.

Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng, feeling greatly insulted, angrily retorted: "Young man, you're courting death!"

Since his promotion to Martial Arts Grandmaster, he was respected everywhere he went; no one had ever dared to disrespect him before. Ye Fan was the first.

To know that once an Ancient Martial Artist steps into the realm of Martial Arts Grandmaster, their entire being undergoes a qualitative transformation, not only extending their lifespan but also greatly enhancing their combat strength.

Humiliated by Ye Fan, Zhang Sanfeng felt the surge of killing intent.

"Master Zhang, this kid doesn't take you seriously at all. I'm so angry and resentful on your behalf. Please, Master Zhang, make a move and eliminate this arrogant child on the spot!" Han Teng egged on.

Little did he know, Han Teng was ecstatic inside.

Kid, oh kid, daring to challenge the authority of Zhang Sanfeng, this is classic suicide. Once Zhang Sanfeng makes a move, you'll be sent straight to the Western Heaven.

In Han Teng's eyes, Ye Fan managing to defeat his Four Heavenly Kings could only mean that Ye Fan was possibly a Half-step Martial Arts Grandmaster, but Zhang Sanfeng was different, as he had truly entered the ranks of a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

Although Zhang Sanfeng had not been a Martial Arts Grandmaster for long, his strength had undergone an earth-shattering change, and to kill a Ye Fan would be absolutely effortless.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Ye Fan with disdain and said: "Young man, kneel before me quickly, and then sever an arm yourself, and I might spare your life!"

As a Martial Arts Grandmaster, Zhang Sanfeng disdained to take action personally.

If he personally crushed a young man, spreading the word would be too damaging to his reputation.

"Very well! If you kneel before me now and sever an arm yourself, I too shall spare your life!"

Staring at Zhang Sanfeng, Ye Fan threw his words right back at him in front of everyone.

Whoosh!

Ye Fan's words fell like thunder, causing a stir among the customers inside the Heaven on Earth Health Club, all of whom couldn't help but exclaim.

"My goodness! What did this kid just say? Asking Master Zhang to kneel before him, where does he get the courage to say such a thing? From Liang Jingru?"

"Tsk tsk! A calf is not afraid of a tiger. Master Zhang gave him a chance and he didn't cherish it. Just you wait until Master Zhang gets furious; this kid is going to suffer!"

"Since Master Zhang's promotion to Martial Arts Grandmaster, he has never personally made a move. This kid dares to speak so brazenly to Master Zhang, I fear Master Zhang will truly become furious and won't hesitate to kill this kid on the spot!"

The group was no longer able to stay calm and engaged in a heated discussion. In their eyes, Ye Fan's behavior was no different from courting death.

"Master Zhang, look at this, this kid doesn't take you seriously at all. Not killing him would simply disgrace your name as a Martial Arts Grandmaster!" Han Teng said indignantly.

He couldn't wait for Zhang Sanfeng to make a move. As long as Zhang Sanfeng killed Ye Fan, it would, in a sense, help him remove a major threat.

Ye Fan had overwhelmed even his strongest Four Heavenly Kings, which made Han Teng wary.

Zhang Sanfeng was also enraged by Ye Fan. With a grim face, he said, "Good! Good! Good! If I do not kill you today, I will not be able to quell my anger!"

After saying the word 'good' three times, Zhang Sanfeng snorted angrily, and a wild aura erupted from within him.

"What a terrifying aura!"

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng's anger, everyone at the scene couldn't help but change their color.

They all felt as if a thousand-pound boulder was pressing on their shoulders, making it difficult for them to breathe.

"Is this the surging energy of a Martial Arts Grandmaster? It's too strong!"

Many people were secretly amazed, intimidated by the grandmaster's aura.

"Ye Fan, can you handle this?" Zhuang Jingwen asked with a pale face.

The moment Zhang Sanfeng released his aura, Zhuang Jingwen shuddered, feeling her waist wound burst open, showing just how formidable a Martial Arts Grandmaster's aura was.

Ye Fan smiled lightly, "Sister Jingwen, don't worry about me. A mere Martial Arts Grandmaster, I can suppress him with a flick of my finger!"

"Insolence!"

Hearing Ye Fan's words, Zhang Sanfeng's face darkened as a layer of gloom settled upon it.

He clearly hadn't expected that after becoming a Martial Arts Grandmaster, a junior would scorn him.

Gazing at Ye Fan, Zhang Sanfeng said with disdain, "I think it's I who will crush you with a flick of my finger! Today, I'll show you the might of a Martial Arts Grandmaster!"

He was determined to slay Ye Fan today, to deter the petty thieves of Central Plains.

If he did not make an example of Ye Fan, wouldn't anyone dare to behave arrogantly before him in the future?

"Less talk, make your move!" Ye Fan beckoned with his fingers.

Seeing Ye Fan still daring to provoke him, Zhang Sanfeng was burning with rage, "You impudent youth, you're seeking death!"

Whoosh—

As his words fell, Zhang Sanfeng roared and his right hand transformed into an Eagle Claw, reaching for Ye Fan's throat.

Fast, it was incredibly fast!

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Sanfeng had already closed in on Ye Fan.

His right hand brimming with power, Zhang Sanfeng was fully confident that he could break Ye Fan's neck with just one grasp.

"Master Zhang is mighty, kill him!" Han Teng shouted ecstatically as though he had taken a stimulant.

"It's over! That kid is done for!"

The crowd chimed in, none of them believing Ye Fan could stand a chance against Martial Arts Grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng.

"Brat, come and meet your end!"

Zhang Sanfeng's rage boiled over as his right hand, swift as lightning, reached for Ye Fan's throat.

"What of a Martial Arts Grandmaster? Before me, you are still far from enough!"

Just as Zhang Sanfeng was closing in, Ye Fan's right hand shot out like a crouching dragon, seizing Zhang Sanfeng's wrist with astonishing speed.

With a sudden exertion of force, there was a crack, and Zhang Sanfeng's entire arm became dislocated.

Bang!!!

The next moment, Ye Fan's eyes shone brightly as he delivered a heavy kick to Zhang Sanfeng's chest.

Zhang Sanfeng, caught off guard by Ye Fan's explosive power and struck by the kick, was like a kite with its string cut, crashing into the hall window. The glass couldn't withstand such a powerful blow and exploded, with Zhang Sanfeng's entire body plummeting from the upper floor.

At this moment, Ye Fan and the others were on the eighth floor of Heaven on Earth. After Zhang Sanfeng fell, a loud thud was heard from below after a few seconds.

Seconds later, a wave of exclamations erupted from downstairs.

"This is terrible, a disaster, Master Zhang, Zhang Sanfeng is dead!"