"Mr. Wang?"

As soon as Wang Lin and the others walked out of the station, a young man wearing martial arts clothes came over and asked suspiciously.

"Yes, it's me." Wang Lin said.

"President Gao has something to do, so he asked me to pick you up." The man said, "My name is Zhang Lei, and I am a disciple of the Martial Alliance."

"Sorry to trouble you."

"Please follow me." Zhang Lei led Wang Lin and the others to the parking lot and walked to a commercial vehicle. "This is a bit far from the residence arranged by President Gao. Let's drive there."

"I heard that Mr. Wang is also a master of martial arts. I wonder if I would be honored to compete with Mr. Wang?"

On the way back, Zhang Lei said lightly, with a hint of arrogance in his tone!

Wang Lin naturally heard it, and could also see that Zhang Lei's strength was in the middle stage of Anjin, and considering that he was in his twenties, he should be a little arrogant.

"There's no need to compete, right?" Wang Lin said. He didn't want to waste time with the other party. The strength of the two was not at the same level.

If Zhang Lei is killed in an instant, it will inevitably damage the opponent's self-confidence. If it never recovers from the fall, it will be a big sin.

"Mr. Wang, are you scared?" Zhang Lei asked, with a hint of disdain in his tone.

Because in his understanding, warriors must move forward courageously, and those who are timid are not worthy of being called warriors!

Wang Lin rejected him, making him mistakenly think that Wang Lin was afraid, and he immediately felt a little disdain for Wang Lin.

"Haha, I'm afraid I might accidentally hurt you, and it won't be easy to explain to President Gao!" Wang Lin said with a faint smile.

What he said was time, however, in Zhang Lei's ears, it was contempt for him!

"Mr. Wang is overly worried. When warriors compete, injuries are inevitable. If Mr. Wang really hurts me, it will be because my skills are inferior to others. No one will blame Mr. Wang."

Zhang Lei said nonchalantly that he was Gao Weiguang's nephew, but since Gao Weiguang came back last time, he kept praising Wang Lin, which made him very unconvinced.

He did not believe that anyone outside the Martial Alliance could be stronger than him at this age, because he was a genius from the outer sect of the Martial Alliance, and at only twenty-three years old, he was already a mid-level master of Anjin.

Even among the outer sects of the Martial Alliance, there are not many Anjin masters of his age.

Of course, those inner disciples must be excluded...

He also knew that the inner sect disciples were all geniuses who could be selected from a million. After all, there were less than fifty inner sect disciples.

But why does Wang Lin, a person who has not even joined the Martial League, deserve such praise from Gao Weiguang?

"Since you insist on competing, then let's compete with my apprentice." Wang Lin said calmly.

Hong Ying's current strength is already very strong, and she should be on par with Zhang Lei.

Letting the two of them fight would be a good way to hone Hong Ying's combat awareness.

However, as soon as Wang Lin spoke, Zhang Lei's expression changed and he said gloomily: "Mr. Wang, are you looking down on me?"

"If you want others to respect you, it depends on whether you have the strength." Wang Lin said calmly.

"Oh? Then you don't know who Mr. Wang's apprentice is?"

"If I defeat Mr. Wang's apprentice, am I qualified to challenge Mr. Wang?"

Zhang Lei asked with a smile on his face. At this time, there was already a surge of anger in his heart, but he was just suppressing it.

"Hehe, I am my master's apprentice!" Hong Ying said with a smile.

"you?"

"Mr. Wang, you don't insult people like this!" Zhang Lei said angrily. He had already concluded that Wang Lin was humiliating him.
Chapter completed!