My Waste Husband

Chapter 388

Zavier looked at Henry, who was standing in front of him, and said, "You're here to show off your so- called achievements?"

Henry smiled and shook his head. "I just want to tell you that people who practice martial arts should always maintain a humble heart. Only losers dare to say the word 'invincible' from ancient times to the present."

"Haha!" Zavier sneered. "So, you want to fight with me?"

Henry stretched out a finger and shook it to the left and right. "It's not a matter of fighting, but I'm telling you that your skills are still far from that of the same generation. When I reach out my right fist to hit you in the face, you have to be well prepared." Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"Arrogant!" Zavier shouted angrily.

Henry's actions would be completely exposed before the duel. Anyone who was confident would feel angry when he was despised by the other party.

The people under the stage curled their lips. "This person is really too much. He tells his opponent what he is going to do before he moves. Can he still win?"

"That is to say, those people who fought with him usually lost on purpose."

"Let's see how Zavier will educate him."

There were all kinds of voices under the stage.

Henry clenched his fist and looked at Zavier. "So? Are you ready? I'll make my move after counting to three."

"Guy, you will pay for your arrogance!" Zavier's face was full of anger.

"One." Henry stepped back slightly and made a force-gathering posture.

Zavier put his hands in front of his chest, one in front and one in the back, and made a fighting posture.

"Two!" Henry smiled slightly, bowed forward, and stood on tiptoe.

Zavier stared at Henry.

"Three!" Henry shouted. At the same time, he rushed out like an arrow. He was as fast as an illusion.

Zavier only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then a strong wind came to his face. At this moment, he felt as if he was suppressed by something, even his limbs were stiff, and they didn't listen to his orders.

After the strong wind, Zavier saw that Henry's fist was stopped in front of his eyes, less than a centimetre away. And at this moment, he was still in the position of fighting preparation.

"I said, I'll punch you in the face with my right fist."

Henry's voice rang in Zavier's ears.

Sweat dripped down the sideburns of Zavier's ears. Zavier swallowed hard and his eyes were full of disbelief.

The people off the stage did not even see clearly what had happened. They only saw the shadow flashing past, and then, the other party's fist had stopped in front of Zavier's face.

"He's so powerful!"

"Amazing!"

The two elders of the Zhu family exclaimed. Not to mention Zavier, even if they were on the stage, there wouldn't be a second result.

Henry put away his fist and put his hands behind his back. He looked at Zavier and said, "Remember, martial arts practitioners must keep a humble heart at all times. The world is big, you don't know many things, and you have to learn more!"

After Henry finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the stage. What he said was not only for Zavier but also for himself.

At the moment when Henry turned around, Zavier collapsed to the ground as if he had lost all his strength. The title "Invincible" was like a joke.

Henry returned to the stands and asked Wilbur, "Did I suppress him too hard? He's just a young man, and he may not be able to recover."

"If you weren't cruel, he wouldn't understand the greatness of this world. I owe you favour this time." Wilbur saluted Henry again.

Henry didn't say anything. He sat in his seat and continued to watch the competition of the Zhu family.

Originally, the younger generation of the Zhu family was fighting for hegemony. Although some of them were not as good as Zavier, they also wanted to show their strength. However, Henry's attack just now frustrated all of them and made them unable to lift their spirits.

This was not only a good thing, but also a bad thing. In general, the benefits were greater than the disadvantages. Henry's suppression made the Zhu family restrain a bit of morale, and they had more respect for ancient martial arts in their hearts.

After the competition, Henry had nothing to do. He wandered around the Zhu family's manor alone. Those from the Zhu family looked at Henry's expression and found that he was totally different from before. Everyone's eyes were filled with fear.

Henry didn't know who was going to attack the Zhu family. After greeting Wilbur, Henry left the Zhu family's manor. He had another thing to figure out.

Qi, what on earth was it?

Compared with the normal ancient kungfu family, Radiant Island had both strength and weakness. In this respect, Radiant Island was the best in the world. The weakness was in the foundation.

Ancient kungfu families, like the Zhu family, had the notes and ruins left by their ancestors, while Henry had nothing. He could only rely on himself. Henry himself also bore the identity of the pioneer of Radiant Island.

Therefore, if Henry wanted to understand something, he had to rely on himself, rely on him to explore.

There were many historical sites and palaces in Du Hai, which were Henry's next goal. This kind of exploration was undoubtedly within a large scope, and it was very likely that he could not find anything useful. However, for Henry, he had no other good way for the time being.

Henry didn't take a taxi. He walked towards the urban area of Du Hai, thinking about the scene he saw in the cave today, the Qi contained in the ancient swordsmanship.

What on earth was Qi?

Different from the momentum which was so simple, Qi was real. Henry could clearly feel it through his wrist.

How could Qi be formed? When the speed was fast enough or the strength was high enough, could Qi be formed?

Henry's mind was filled with all kinds of doubts. He was thinking about these questions.

How strong was a person who was full of Qi?

Henry recalled the murals on the wall. If it was a real person, how could he face it when he was stabbing at him with his sword? Just a mural made him feel the real edge of it!

Henry walked on the road and suddenly stopped. A picture appeared in his mind. He stood where he was, and the person on the murals stabbed at him as if he was alive.

The different ways of exerting force, the power that he focused on himself, and the sharpness of the sword, were pushing him directly. Henry thought of several methods in a row, but he failed to avoid that sword strike.

"Was the ancient swordsmanship really so terrible that I can't even avoid one strike?"

Henry sighed in his heart.

All of a sudden, an idea flashed through Henry's mind.

"The ancients were strong. If I am stronger than him, why should I be afraid of his Qi? He can use the Qi to break through a wall, and I can use my fists to do the same!"

Henry twisted his body subconsciously and threw a punch forward.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound came. If someone stood by and saw this scene, he would certainly open his mouth wide.

Henry's punch was only in the air, but it made such a loud sound!