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Chapter 157 - 157: 142: Agreement and Confrontation

He wore gold-framed glasses on his face, giving him a refined appearance.

“You….”

A look of confusion flashed across Xiang Zeng’s face.

He felt a slight familiarity with this face.

However, due to the head injury, he lost most of his memory.

For a moment,

Xiang Zeng couldn’t recall who the person in front of him was.

He held his head, trying desperately to remember.

At that moment,

Zhao Zhenfeng in the room also turned his gaze to the door.

When the figure of the newcomer entered his sight, his face showed a moment of surprise.

Then, his expression quickly darkened.

“You are… Shen Ziming? “The new disciple of old Sun Yihe?”

Zhao Zhenfeng frowned and said.

Sun Yihe, the Sect Leader of the Yihe Gate and a committee member of the Chinese Martial Arts Association.

He and Sect Master Xiang Li of the Power Sect do not get along.

If Xiang Li had to describe him with one sentence,

it would be that he is the most loyal dog of the President of the Martial Arts Association, Li Wuji.

Now,

the committee members of the Martial Arts Association were mostly promoted by Li Wuji himself.

Even the sects they belong to are the same.

Only Sun Yihe was an exception.

He and Li Wuji were friends when they were young, and they had a brotherly relationship.

When Li Wuji obtained the official permission to establish the Martial Arts Association and prepared to make great achievements, Sun Yihe joined him to help Li Wuji expand the Martial Arts Association step by step.

Last time at the meeting, the old man who openly insulted Xiang Li as a dog was Sun Yihe.

“Nice to see you, Brother Zhao.”

After Zhao Zhenfeng spoke, Shen Ziming also looked at him.

He walked past the stunned Xiang Zeng and entered the room with a smile.

“The last time we met, it was at the initiation ceremony.”

“I have long heard of Zhao Zhenfeng from the Power Sect…”

Just as Shen Ziming took a step, he saw Zhao Zhenfeng’s gaze congeal, and he flicked his finger.

Whoosh!

A white shadow flashed before his eyes.

Accompanied by the breaking air sound.

Bang!

The ceramic tea tray was embedded in the ground in front of Shen Ziming’s foot without any damage.

This was evidence of Zhao Zhenfeng’s control over his strength.

“I have not allowed you to enter my room.”

“Dirty things.”

Zhao Zhenfeng coldly stared at Shen Ziming, showing no courtesy in his words.

Unconcealed hostility emanated from him.

Like a fierce beast, it pounced on Shen Ziming, causing goosebumps to appear on his skin.

However, Shen Ziming just chuckled, seemingly unperturbed by the other’s threat.

It was quite normal for the disciples of Yihe Gate and the Power Sect to encounter each other like this.

The Power Sect is now the largest and most powerful of the many sects in the Martial Arts Association.

However, Power Sect also made a lot of enemies.

Members of other sects in the Martial Arts Association were like hungry beasts, staring at the Power Sect.

As long as the Power Sect showed the slightest weakness, these beasts would swarm and tear them to shreds and swallow them up.

When facing weak martial artists from Fuhai Province, Zhao Zhenfeng remained polite, showing the compassion of a strong person towards a weaker one.

However, when facing Shen Ziming, a fellow disciple from the committee, his words and actions, were nothing but the simplest and most direct tyranny and domineering.

Unfortunately,

Facing Zhao Zhenfeng’s undisguised hostility, Shen Ziming showed no fear. “Brother Zhao, what do you mean by this?”

He maintained his smile, stepped over the tea tray in front of him, and slowly approached Zhao Zhenfeng.

Zhao Zhenfeng sat in his chair, not moving.

However, the atmosphere between the two became increasingly tense.

It was to the point that Xiang Zeng, who was standing by the door and had just remembered who Shen Ziming was, shrank back and dared not make a sound. “I came here this time to carry out my master’s orders and take care of some business.’

“By the way… I wanted to fulfill the duty of mutual supervision among the committee members. Brother Zhao wouldn’t mind, right?”

Shen Ziming spoke on his own.

When he reached the tea table, he even expertly moved a chair and sat down.

From beginning to end,

Zhao Zhenfeng did not speak again.

Thump, thump, thump.

His eyes drooping, Zhao Zhenfeng tapped his fingertips on the tabletop at a slow rhythm.

Fine cracks spread out from the points where his fingers fell, continuously widening.

“Huh?”

This scene was naturally seen by Shen Ziming.

He looked at Zhao Zhenfeng, his face showing some astonishment.

“Brother Zhao.”

“What are you staring at?” “Isn’t it your job to serve me tea?”

Crack!

Wood chips splattered.

On the tabletop, a finger-sized crater appeared, with visible cracks spreading outwards.

“If someone else finds out, they might think that Power Sect has become so overbearing that they don’t even care about Yihe Gate, the sect affiliated with the Association’s Committee.”

“Right?”

Shen Ziming’s smile grew even more radiant.

His words carried hidden implications.

As his voice fell.

The sharp momentum slowly dissipated.

Even though Zhao Zhenfeng really wanted to punch Shen Ziming to death.

He knew that the latter was not a minor character like Chen Sheng from Eagle Body Sect, but a disciple of the Association’s Committee.

If something happens here.

It would be extremely detrimental to Power Sect and Master Xiang Li.

“If you have something to say, just say it.”

“If not, get lost.”

Zhao Zhenfeng snorted coldly, still having no intention of serving tea.

“Of course, I have something.”

“This afternoon, I went to the Martial Arts Association and heard some bad news.”

Seeing Zhao Zhenfeng unmoved.

Shen Ziming didn’t mind, he directly bypassed the other party, picked up the teapot on the table, and started to pour water.

“President Li has tasked many committee members with managing the martial arts world in various parts of China, to support local martial artists and unite their strength, in case the Heavenly Persons awaken in the near future.”

“But I heard that Power Sect has directly taken control of the spirit medicine resources of most martial arts sects in Fuhai Province.”

“With such actions, isn’t Power Sect afraid of affecting the stability of Fuhai

Province’s martial arts world?”

“If this leads to any problems, can you, Power Sect, handle it?”

As he spoke.

He stared at Zhao Zhenfeng with a solemn expression.

“Of course we can handle it.”

Zhao Zhenfeng unyieldingly met Shen Ziming’s gaze, raising his head slightly.

“As I said before.”

“The weak are just cannon fodder in front of Heavenly Persons.”

“Instead of wasting resources on them, it’s better to cultivate martial artists with talent.”

“Moreover, even though we, Power Sect, have taken control of resources of most martial arts sects, we have not taken a single penny for ourselves. For the Class A martial arts halls that have passed the test, we even provide additional resources and open up the martial arts library of Power Sect.”

At this point.

Zhao Zhenfeng glanced at the teapot filled with water, which was placed on the heating plate.

He reached out and turned off the heating plate directly.

“As for those lowly martial arts sects, we didn’t block their way completely.”

“As long as they can prove their strength, they can also qualify to become affiliated with Power Sect.’ “Such action, you could say it’s radical.” “But if you say there’s a problem.”

“I disagree.”

Zhao Zhenfeng slowly stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

“Have you finished asking?”

“If you have, you can get lost.”

It seemed like an inquiry.

But obviously, even if Shen Ziming still had questions, Zhao Zhenfeng no longer intended to listen.

Facing Zhao Zhenfeng’s blatant disgust, Shen Ziming didn’t mind at all.

He slowly stood up and walked towards the door.

As he passed by the bathroom.

He paused his footsteps as if remembering something. “By the way, Brother Zhao.”

“In recent times, I will be living next door to you.”

“I will constantly pay attention to the various measures Power Sect takes in

Fuhai Province and report them to my Master one by one.”

“I hope Brother Zhao, be cautious in your words and actions.”

Having said that.

Without waiting for Zhao Zhenfeng’s response.

Shen Ziming smiled and nodded at Xiang Zeng, then walked straight out of the room.

Inside the bathroom.

Zhao Zhenfeng’s face was extremely gloomy. Murderous intent churned in his eyes.

“Just a mere hybrid…”

Committee members of the Martial Arts Association have the responsibility to supervise and report each other’s wrongdoings.

With Shen Ziming present.

At least on the surface, Power Sect’s actions must be restrained. Xiang Li was both a teacher and father figure to Zhao Zhenfeng.

Power Sect was like a family to him as well.

Zhao Zhenfeng did not want his mistakes to cause any negative impact on Power Sect or Xiang Li..