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Chapter 17 I'm going to hit ten(2/2)

Almost all the force of the stick blow is borne and digested by the internal energy.

Ding Zheng appeared and killed the two gangsters directly.

Not only did he avenge the last time, he also let Ding Zheng know his worth.

The number of martial arts practitioners today is very small, and a large number of secret books have been destroyed and disappeared during the historical inheritance, and there is no clear grade system.

After all, there are too many factors to consider in a battle between warriors. Victory or defeat may depend on one move, a puddle of mud under your feet, or even a dazzling ray of sunlight.

Therefore, in order to easily distinguish the strength of today's warriors, most of them rely on how many ordinary strong men they can deal with at the same time.

If you fight ten at a time, you are called ten enemies.

One hundred is a hundred enemies.

And so on.

These titles are generally placed in nicknames. Although they are not accurate, they do have some reference value.

Yan Zhendong is undoubtedly the enemy of a hundred people.

Huang Feihong is one point stronger than him.

As for Ding Zheng, he has only been practicing martial arts for a few months now.

But with his extraordinary talent, he now has the strength to be the enemy of ten people, or even higher.

This old man was even worse. He was suppressed by six people and couldn't hold his head up, so he was only an enemy of five.

The other weaker ones are all included in the list of three-legged cats.
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