Volume 1: This is a world that speaks with weapons Chapter 79: Joint Head Coach? Duel with Zhang Zizai!
After opening his eyes, Qi Ji sat up silently.
Facing a new enemy last night, he failed again.
To be honest, he felt okay. After all, the Tower of Transcendence always seemed to have enemies that were one level stronger than him, and he was used to dying in the Tower of Transcendence.
I got up, packed and washed. I had to go to Cangfeng to practice hard today. Anyway, with the support of the transcendence level, Qi Ji's recovery ability is extremely strong. As long as he can't be killed by the roll, he will roll him to death!
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Nine o'clock in the morning, in the top floor conference room of Zangfeng headquarters.
Both sides of the long conference table were filled with Zangfeng’s directors and senior executives.
Zhang Zizai pushed the door open, greeted a few leaders, and wanted to find a chair by the wall to sit down. Du Xishan over there was already winking at him.
"Old Zhang, don't sit there, come on, sit up!" At the conference table, a round-faced fat man smiled like Maitreya Buddha and waved to Zhang Zizai repeatedly. It was Zhang Zizai's immediate superior, Mr. Chen.
Zhang Zizai was a little confused when he heard this. Don’t people like them who are in the 7th level usually sit on the sidelines?
What kind of flight are we flying today?
Thinking about this, he sat down at the end of the conference table and asked, "Director Chen, what's going on?"
Director Chen held his hand and said, "Don't worry, I was just about to say it."
He coughed, attracting everyone's attention, and said with a smile: "Since Lao Zhang is here, let's get to the point of today."
"The time has been made clear. The head coach of Shen'an Zhenwu United Center will officially step down next month, and the position will be vacant. Now the shareholders are paying close attention to this position, so we must take it this time."
Zhang Zizai heard this and thought about his boss's attitude towards him just now, and a sense of uneasiness flashed through his mind.
Here, several directors started chatting one after another on Mr. Chen's topic.
"Yes, it's a piece of fat meat! The annual security entrustment of Penguin Group alone is nearly 1 billion yuan. Adding other orders, the annual revenue is more than 1 billion yuan." A director sighed.
"The most important thing is that the club that attends the head coach meeting can get an additional 10% of the profits!" the third director also added.
Mr. Chen said with a smile: "In theory, the Zhenwu United Center was jointly established by us, Cangfeng, Longchang and Wanjian. Obviously, our Cangfeng is the most powerful , but the center's head coach has been their people for so many years. This time, it's our turn."
Then he turned to look at Zhang Zizai: "Old Zhang, after we took stock, we found that you are the only one who is available above the seventh level... We plan to nominate you to go and compete!"
Sure enough! Tricking me again!
Zhang Zizai heard this and shook his head frantically: "No, no! I'm a seventh-dan rank bottom, so I'll just be a runner-up if I go! Please save some face for me, I can't go."
"Well, that's what you say, but we really don't have enough manpower right now. Just go for it boldly, Mr. Zhang! We won't put any pressure on you this time, but you have to run with us even if you have to!" another director advised kindly.
"No, we have so many eighth-level masters in Zangfeng, and there are also ninth-level masters. Why must I come?" Zhang Zizai was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
"What nonsense are you talking about? There are less than 20 people in Daxia who are above 8th Dan. There are not many 8th Dan in Zangfeng. Now they are all in charge of foreign branches. How can they be the central coach of this city?" Director Chen laughed and was about to make a decision: "If you don't have any other good suggestions, it's decided. We will nominate Lao Zhang today."
Seeing that several directors were about to make the final decision, Zhang Zizai was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Then a name popped up in his mind and he immediately raised his hand: "I have a candidate! He is definitely more suitable than me!"
"Oh?" Director Chen looked over and asked, "Who could be more suitable than you?"
Zhang Zizai sighed softly: "Qi Ji!"
He continued, "Although Qi Ji is only at the sixth level now, his physical fitness is too exaggerated, and his combat talent is even more amazing. If we really fight, I will be no match for him!"
Qi boy, I'm sorry, uncle really has no other choice, I really have no face to lose!
After hearing Zhang Zizai's words, more than a dozen people in the conference room were stunned!
Qi Ji? The Rookie of the Year champion? Going to represent the club in the competition for a central head coach with over a billion in revenue?
What a joke!
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Half an hour later, the fighting floor of the Zangfeng headquarters building was set up.
Qi Ji looked at Zhang Zizai, who was wearing protective gear, with a confused look on his face: "Old Zhang, what are you doing?"
Zhang Zizai chuckled: "Nothing special, I just want to practice with you to see how far you have come."
Qi Ji looked around and said, "No, Lao Zhang, let's just practice. All the people watching here are senior executives and bigwigs. What does that mean?"
Zhang Zizai continued to laugh and said, "Everyone is curious about your strength as a rookie champion, and they came to see the excitement. Why are you so nervous? Tens of thousands of spectators watched you beat Bai Tianhe, and you're scared when there are only a few people around?"
It is impossible to be a coward. A man can lose, but he cannot be a coward!
Qi Ji was speechless and could only raise his knife to confront Zhang Zizai.
Zhang Zizai on the opposite side said calmly: "In the previous sparring training with you, we both knew what was going on and held back. Let's get serious today, okay? Just use all your strength and don't give me face!"
Qi Ji looked Zhang Zizai up and down, and asked with a smile: "Old Zhang, let me use all my strength, I'm afraid you can't hold on!"
This is the fact, with Qi Ji's current physical fitness enhanced by the degree of transcendence and his swordsmanship improved by the Flying Sword Style.
It's fine for normal training, but if you really want to use the meridian nourishing method to fight with all your strength, then you have to be a projection in the tower whose strength and speed are obviously stronger than ordinary people.
Or he could be an extraordinary person like the sword master's apprentice who possesses super sword skills that are comparable to secret arts.
For an ordinary middle-aged or elderly person like Lao Zhang, who has a strong realm but whose physical fitness has declined a lot, it would be really difficult for him to defeat Qi Ji given the huge difference in his measurements.
"Stop talking nonsense, come on, I can withstand it!" Zhang Zizai held the sword with both hands and took a kneeling stance.
"That's what you said!"
Qi Ji raised his sword and assumed the Bull Style of Meyer's swordsmanship.
He stepped on the ground and pushed hard, and the whole person turned into a black shadow and rushed out in an instant.
In less than a second, he appeared in front of Zhang Zizai!
Then, twist your wrist! Glance!
Zhang Zizai restrained his breathing and entered a neutral and peaceful state.
The seventh stage is known as the "concrete" realm in Daxia.
A person's name has its strengths, but it is not necessarily biased. It can combine the strengths of many people, so it is called specific.
Zhang Zizai, who has reached this level, has already combined the strengths of various schools of thought to form his own style. He will not be shaken by the strength or weakness of his enemies.
As the saying goes, mountains are still mountains, water is still water, attack when you should attack, defend when you should defend!
Faced with Qi Ji's extremely fast speed and movements, Zhang Zizai's mind was as clear as a sky, the world in his eyes became simple, and he only stared at the flash of the knife.
He blocked with his sword vertically, and the blocking position was exactly the end where Qi Ji had the hardest time exerting force, but also the end where he could exert force the best!
clang!
The tiger's mouth shook, and a huge force was transmitted. Even if he used the most sophisticated force-releasing technique, Zhang Zizai's wrist was still sore.
Is this how others feel when facing Qi boy?
Zhang Zizai finally understood how Qi Ji's nicknames came about.
Damn, what a monster!
