"Otherwise, he could have taught me a few things and made me a legend too."

When Zhuo Wang got to this part, he seemed slightly embarrassed, so he rubbed his nose. After rubbing his nose, Zhuo Wang continued:

"He also talked about my grandfather and others. During times of war, they used their powers to save people amidst chaos. Although I kept agreeing with him as I listened, deep down, I never believed it. In this world, how could there be Martial Warriors? It's all just stuff from martial arts novels."

Zhuo Wang's eyes revealed a nostalgic expression, as if he was recalling his childhood, when his father used to fool him with these stories.

However, when Zhuo Wang thought about this, the emotions in his eyes turned melancholy. He sighed and continued, "It's just a pity, he's gone now. From now on, no one will tell me these stories anymore."

Noticing Zhuo Wang's sadness, Chen Ling immediately placed her hand over his. Zhuo Wang, feeling her touch, felt much better and turned his gaze to Wang Ye. He was just about to say something to Wang Ye, but upon seeing Wang Ye's performance, Zhuo Wang blurted out two words.

"I..."

"Holy shit!"

Zhuo Wang saw Wang Ye, carrying nothing on him, just floating in mid-air, and he couldn't help but curse aloud.

Then, he saw Wang Ye pick up a chopstick and flick it at a beer bottle sitting nearby.

Crack.

With just one chopstick, Wang Ye made the beer bottle burst open.

"Holy shit!"

This time, not only Zhuo Wang, but also Chen Ling, his wife, couldn't help but curse when she saw this.

After all, it was too shocking. In their view of the world, such a situation was utterly impossible, but now, this scene was genuinely, truly happening right in front of them.

How could it not shock their hearts.

"This is damn unbelievable!" Zhuo Wang exclaimed, looking at Wang Ye as if he were seeing a deity.

If before, Zhuo Wang had respect and fear for Wang Ye, now Wang Ye seemed almost like a god to him.

The feeling was as if those myths that always seemed so surreal had suddenly become reality.

And Wang Ye was like a character who had stepped right out of those myths.

"You... how did you do that?" Zhuo Wang asked Wang Ye, his face a mask of disbelief.

His father had always told him these stories, which he had never believed, but now, seeing this scene truly unfold before him, Zhuo Wang couldn't help but believe, even if he still didn't want to.

"Naturally, I am a Martial Warrior. I did this just to tell you that what your dad told you, even those stories he shared, weren't lies; they were real," Wang Ye said nonchalantly, feeling a slight pride at revealing his powers.

However, as soon as Wang Ye finished speaking, Chen Ling couldn't help but interject with a snort, saying, "It's just breaking a glass bottle with a chopstick and floating mid-air. Isn't that just performing tricks?"

After saying these words, Chen Ling closed her mouth and cautiously glanced over at Wang Ye, worry evident in her eyes.

Although she had initially found Wang Ye's maneuvers quite miraculous and could not help but exclaim, "Holy cow," on giving it more thought, she figured that even an acrobat could achieve this.

And with Wang Ye's mysterious and deceitful demeanor, Chen Ling couldn't hold back from making a snarky comment.

However, after making her remark, she immediately felt some regret.

After all, her man had just told her that the person before them was a very important figure, and she worried whether she might have offended such an important figure and if there might be consequences.

Yet, Wang Ye merely smiled and said, "Performing acrobatics usually depends on props to create those effects. Yet here, we don't have any props and haven't I managed to achieve the same?"

Seeing that Wang Ye wasn't blaming her, Chen Ling nodded and after pondering for a moment, realized he was right.

Indeed, acrobatics, to some extent, do rely on props.

Zhuo Wang, watching Wang Ye, suddenly knelt down before him.

Wang Ye, completely baffled by Zhuo Wang kneeling before him, asked, "Hey, what's with the sudden kneeling?"

I didn't even prepare a red envelope for you.

Wang Ye silently complained to himself.

"Wang Ye! Master, I want to take you as my teacher; please teach me martial arts. I can pay you; any amount will do, I just want to learn kung fu from you."

"And, I really do have good physical quality!"

"Although I don't believe what my father says, he has been talking about these things since I was young, so I have always kept myself physically fit. My physical fitness is definitely good."

Seeing her man express this desire, Chen Ling quickly chimed in from the side:

"Yes, Zhuo Wang has always been working out, so his physical fitness is indeed very good. You can take him as your disciple."

"Stand up first."

However, upon hearing Wang Ye's words, Zhuo Wang had no intention of getting up and instead said, "I'll stand up when you agree to take me as your disciple!"

"..."

Zhuo Wang's words left Wang Ye feeling somewhat helpless.

Who taught him to be like this?

Wang Ye moved forward slightly to help him up, without even touching Zhuo Wang, but merely using the unique force of a Fourth Grade Martial Warrior, he indirectly helped Zhuo Wang to stand.

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