Southern Port District, on an open field.
Two people were engaged in battle.
One of them had an unusual build; he was all skin and bones.
Standing at two meters tall, with inordinately long arms and legs—and notably agile—his limbs were like whips.
No wonder he was called Bamboo Whip.
The person he was fighting was Zhang Wei's dedicated driver, who also happened to be the younger brother of the head instructor at Zhang's Martial Arts School, Zhang Xinyan.
But after watching for a while, one could see that Zhang Xinyan had fallen into a disadvantage.
The martial arts he had practiced since childhood were designed to deal with normal people.
And the opponent he faced now, could be considered normal?
Obviously not!
Zhang Xinyan's punches and kicks were easily dodged by Bamboo Whip.
And the latter, employing both hands and feet like the strike of a whip, would always leave red welts and wounds on Zhang Xinyan's hands and back, where fresh red blood could be faintly seen.