Godly Zombie Combining System

"How dare you call me an ant?"    

Wu Cheng was the nephew of Wang Zhan, the patriarch of the Wang Family. No one had ever dared to speak to him in such a way.    

"Aren't you an ant?" Ye Lee looked at Wu Cheng with a playful expression.    

When Wu Cheng heard this, he could no longer tolerate Ye Lee's anger.    

"I will teach you a lesson!"    

After saying that, Wu Cheng raised his fist and threw a heavy punch at Ye Lee.    

Ye Lee's jade-like face naturally didn't show any change, because this punch was pitifully weak in his eyes.    

The genetic martial cultivator outside West Cloud Academy did not think so. They all felt that no matter what, Ye Lee would not be able to take Wu Cheng's punch.    

They saw that Ye Lee did not make any attempt to dodge or block, and allowed Wu Cheng's punch to hit him.    

When Wu Chengyue saw Ye Lee's reaction, he couldn't help but smile coldly, because he knew that Ye Lee was scared silly.    

"Boom!"    

Without a doubt, Wu Cheng's punch landed on Ye Lee's body.    

Everyone outside of West Cloud Academy knew that Ye Lee would definitely be sent flying.    

Unfortunately, they never thought that not only was Ye Lee not sent flying, he didn't even take half a step back.    

How could this be?!    

The genetic martial cultivator outside of West Cloud Academy all turned pale with fright. Their eyes were wide open as wide as they could.    

"You, how can your defense be so strong?" Wu Cheng looked at Ye Lee in shock. Even if he wanted to break his hair, he did not expect Ye Lee's defense to be this strong.    

"Actually, my defense isn't very strong." Ye Lee said faintly, "It's just that your own fist doesn't have any strength at all."    

The genetic martial cultivator outside West Cloud Academy had all frozen like Clay Carving. How could they still open their mouths to speak?    

"Sou!"    

Suddenly, a piercing sound was heard. Wu Cheng was sent flying, and a shocking bloody hole appeared on his right leg.    

Hiss!    

When the genetic martial cultivator saw this scene, they couldn't help but be shocked once again, because they didn't see how Ye Lee attacked.    

They looked at Wu Cheng, who was heavily smashed to the ground, and saw the bloody hole on Wu Cheng's right leg. Their entire bodies were trembling violently. They didn't want to tremble, but their bodies couldn't help but tremble.    

"Ah! It hurts so much!"    

Wu Cheng rolled and turned on the ground and howled. His voice was too miserable.    

Ye Lee's face was as calm as water, as if nothing had happened.    

At this moment, someone came!    

This was a group of seemingly unordinary genetic martial cultivator.    

"The people from the Wang Family are here!" Someone shouted loudly.    

They all knew that Wu Cheng was the nephew of Wang Zhan, the patriarch of the Wang Family. Now, things were getting interesting.    

When they thought of this, the eyes of all the genetic martial cultivator couldn't help but widen a little, because they knew that the good show was far from over.    

"Uncle!"    

Suddenly, Wu Cheng, who was on the ground, shouted. After that, he endured the pain and went to Wang Zhan's side. Then, he hugged Wang Zhan's thigh and cried out in pain.    

"Uncle, I'm so miserable!"    

Wang Zhan and the people of Wang Family were startled, "What's wrong?"    

"He hit me!"    

Wu Cheng stared at Ye Lee.    

The patriarch of Wang Family, wang Zhan, and all the elders of Wang Family quickly followed Wu Cheng's gaze.