Buzz~~~
The fist stopped abruptly in front of Qin Fang's nose, the forceful wind of the punch blowing his hair and scraping against his cheeks. One could even faintly hear the sound of a sonic boom.
Ding Song's punch was fierce, but he refrained from striking for real. As a martial artist, attacking a frail civilian would yield no benefits but would instead attract waves of condemnation, so he dared not land the blow.
"Go on, why aren't you hitting ?"
As Ding Song's fist was right in front of him, Qin Fang remained unfazed in the face of danger. Moreover, when Ding Song hesitated, Qin Fang's amiable smile instantly morphed into mockery, disdain, and contempt, while his voice dripped with utter contempt to match his scornful gaze.
"You..."
Ding Song found himself at a loss for words, his fist tensed as if he truly wished to let it fly.
Innurable eyes surrounded them, watching the unfolding events. If Ding Song were to bully a civilian, it would take only minutes before his reputation would be tarnished throughout the entire northern and southern Martial World; the whole country would learn of this disgraceful character.
"If you won't hit, then I will..."
But Qin Fang's ability to change his expression was just as swift. Almost as soon as Ding Song heard those words, Qin Fang had already lashed out with a kick.
Ding Song, a young top martial arts expert, reacted just as swiftly, dodging in sync with Qin Fang's kick.
The difference between a martial arts expert and a commoner was significant. For an ordinary person to land such a sneak attack on a martial arts expert was difficult, but not impossible.
However, to send a formidable martial arts expert flying with a kick not only required imnse brute strength but also significant combat skills and power delivery techniques.
Bang~~~
Ding Song never anticipated, even after taking evasive action and being confident in his speed, that a commoner could hit him. Yet the reality was... a powerful kick struck him hard in the abdon, much like a heavy mallet pounding a large bell, the force trendous. The 'bell'... no, Ding Song, was sent flying by that kick from Qin Fang, landing on the ground in a Ping Sha Luo Yan Style posture, butt first.
It had to be said that Ding Song, having cultivated the Dragon-Shaped Fist, was notably better at defense than Su Yang. Faced with a similarly heavy and forceful kick, Su Yang had been in noticeable discomfort, but Ding Song managed to quickly get up, albeit with a face that had turned an ashen blue.
"You... bastard, I'm going to kill you!"
This ti, Ding Song was thoroughly enraged. In full public view, he had been humiliated by a younger man, losing all face. It was likely that this embarrassnt would beco a laughingstock at the Martial Arts Convention and follow him for many years...
An enraged Ding Song was extrely terrifying, his eyes completely red and his handso face twisted into sothing monstrous, almost entirely unrecognizable from one of the Tian Nan Four Shows.
"Excuse , are you Mr. Ding Song?"
Just as Ding Song's rage was about to explode, two people erged from the crowd behind Qin Fang. One showed his identification while the other, upon presenting his own badge, also casually inquired.
"Police?"
Ding Song was taken aback, not expecting that among Qin Fang's companions were two police officers. "Yes, indeed, I am Ding Song..."
Those from the Martial World generally dislike dealing with law enforcent, which in modern terms ant the police. Due to the maxim "a hero uses martial arts at the risk of breaking the law," martial artists easily injured others and could inadvertently get into legal trouble. Hence, their innate aversion to police.
But with the badge presented, Ding Song, despite his annoyance, acknowledged his identity.
"Mr. Ding, we have a case of aggravated robbery and assault that we're investigating. Two suspects have confessed to being instigated by you, so we would like to ask you to accompany us to the city bureau. This is an arrest warrant..."
One of the officers spoke while pulling out a signed arrest warrant—a docunt prepared in advance as part of orders from higher-ups, and sothing they were rely executing.
The Ding Family had a not-insignificant presence in the city, but it was far weaker than the Wu Family's in Xishu Province. When considering the nurous martial arts clans and schools in Xishu, dominating a region was exceedingly difficult.
Lacking sufficient strength and facing an overwhelmingly dominant opponent ant an inevitably lantable outco. This was now the case for Ding Song.
"Wait, what aggravated robbery and assault case? I don't know anything about it..."
Ding Song was suddenly dumbfounded, not understanding how such a case had suddenly surfaced when he had done nothing of the sort.
"It was a joint confession from two suspects... Oh, right, those two suspects are your junior brothers!" The police officer was quite effective, seemingly knowing exactly how to upset Ding Song.
Click,
The shiny handcuffs flickered with light, but they had already been clasped around Ding Song's wrists, shackling him in front of dozens of onlookers—a terrible loss of face.
Ding Song truly felt like a fool on the spot. He had indeed sent two junior brothers to deal with Qin Fang, yet while Qin Fang was untroubled, his juniors had been caught and pinned with a charge of aggravated robbery and assault, and he himself had been implicated as a result.
"It's you! It must be you! You've set up..."
Although Ding Song was known to be quick-tempered and irritable, it didn't an he lacked brains. With the situation having escalated to this point, if he couldn't figure out that the two police officers were orchestrated by Qin Fang to target him, then he might as well buy a block of tofu and smash his head against it, for living any further would be a waste of oxygen. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welco to vote for it at Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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