The Might of Baji

"How is this possible? I've never seen anyone who could hold their ground against Captain Ning for this long!"

"Lasting long isn't the point. Can't you see how effortlessly Su Ming is handling her attacks?"

"Exactly. Captain Ning's attacks are fierce, but they're all being deflected. This Su Ming is a true master!"

The crowd gasped in astonishment.

Ning Fengqing herself was even more shocked.

No matter what moves she tried, Su Ming seemed to anticipate them and counter with ease.

Though it appeared she was on the offensive and Su Ming on the defensive, the reality was different. From the very beginning, Su Ming had been suppressing her. She felt that if he wanted, he could defeat her at any moment.

"This is terrifying. His combat awareness—even the legendary King of Soldiers might not be much better!"

Ning Fengqing was horrified.

After another round of fierce attacks, Ning Fengqing took the opportunity to step back slightly.

Su Ming didn't press the attack, simply standing there and watching her.

Ning Fengqing was breathing heavily, her eyes gleaming with intensity.

"Su Ming, I never expected you to be this strong!"

"Officer Ning, you're no ordinary fighter either. To reach this level as a woman is truly impressive!"

Ning Fengqing tilted her head slightly, neither confirming nor denying.

"It's been a long time since I've felt this excited. Su Ming, if you can't handle my next attack, make sure to call it quits in time!"

"Oh? Officer Ning, do you have a hidden move?"

Su Ming was intrigued.

"Not exactly a hidden move, but this is my true strength!"

Ning Fengqing shook her head.

"Alright! Bring it on, Officer Ning!"

As Su Ming's words faded, Ning Fengqing suddenly shifted into a stance.

A strange and powerful aura emanated from her.

"This feeling... Could it be Chinese martial arts?"

Su Ming was taken aback. If he hadn't recently learned the Eight Extremes Fist, he might not have recognized the change in Ning Fengqing.

"Be careful!"

Ning Fengqing's voice rang out.

The next second, Su Ming saw her fist coming from an extremely tricky angle.

"Indeed, it's Chinese martial arts—no unnecessary flourishes!"

Su Ming sighed inwardly and raised his hand to block.

*Bang!*

But this time, it wasn't so easy. For the first time, Su Ming was pushed back by Ning Fengqing.

"Take this!"

Seeing Su Ming block her attack, Ning Fengqing became even more excited. She closed in on him with intricate footwork.

*Huff...*

Su Ming exhaled softly, his gaze steady. The next moment, a ferocious intent surged within him like a wild beast.

*Bang!*

They clashed again, but this time their fight was confined to a small space, each move precise and powerful.

Su Ming's every strike was incredibly accurate, while Ning Fengqing's transitions were seamless, each burst of power formidable.

For a while, the two were locked in a stalemate.

"Incredible, absolutely incredible!"

"I've never seen such a thrilling fight—it's like watching a movie!"

The officers chattered excitedly, their eyes glued to the two fighters, afraid to miss a single moment.

"True to its reputation, Chinese martial arts. Even with the combat experience of a King of Soldiers, it's hard to beat her without intending to kill!"

Su Ming couldn't help but marvel at the power of Chinese martial arts.

It wasn't that the King of Soldiers' abilities were lacking. On the contrary, in a life-or-death situation, Su Ming was confident he could take Ning Fengqing down in one move.

But this wasn't a life-or-death battle, so the King of Soldiers' abilities were constrained.

"Alright, let's try the Eight Extremes Fist. Only with Chinese martial arts can we truly match her!"

Deciding this, Su Ming's wild aura shifted, becoming more restrained but still ready to explode at any moment.

"Hmm? What is this...?"

Ning Fengqing was startled. In that moment, she felt a sense of unease.

"Officer Ning, be careful!"

"Eight Extremes Iron Mountain Rely!"

With a mental roar, Su Ming gathered all his strength on one side and charged at Ning Fengqing.

"Dangerous!"

Ning Fengqing was alarmed and quickly raised her arms to block.

*Boom!*

An explosion of air, and a terrifying force surged through.

The next moment, Ning Fengqing was forced to retreat, her heart filled with shock.

But Su Ming didn't stop. He followed up immediately with another step.

"Top Heart Elbow!"

Another powerful move, his elbow striking with force.

"You bastard, are you trying to kill me?!"

Ning Fengqing shouted as she flew back.

*Whoosh!*

At that moment, Su Ming abruptly stopped, his elbow just centimeters from Ning Fengqing.

Ning Fengqing panted heavily, her heart racing with fear.

"What the hell was that just now?!"

"I don't know, the burst of power was incredible. Could it be, Chinese martial arts?"

"What? It's really Chinese martial arts? Does it actually exist?"

Su Ming looked at Ning Fengqing, retracting his arm, and gained a clear understanding of the Eight Extremes Fist.

It was powerful, unreasonably so.

Ning Fengqing glared at Su Ming, clearly displeased.

"Haha... sorry, got carried away!"

Seeing Ning Fengqing's murderous glare, Su Ming laughed awkwardly.

*Hmph...*

Ning Fengqing pouted, then made a serious bow, "Xingyi, Ning Fengqing!"

Su Ming was taken aback, then followed suit, "Eight Extremes, Su Ming!"

"So it really is the long-lost Eight Extremes Fist, you bastard!"

Anger flared in Ning Fengqing's eyes again.

The Eight Extremes Fist, that blow would have finished her.

"Hey, Officer Ning, it's getting late. We should get going!"

Feeling the tension, Su Ming quickly signaled Lin Yixue and the others to leave the police station.

Ning Fengqing glared at Su Ming's retreating figure, unable to quell her anger.

Finally, seeing the officers watching, Ning Fengqing erupted.

"What are you looking at? Don't you have anything better to do? Or do any of you want to practice with me?"

"Damn! Run, quick!"

"I'm invisible, I'm invisible!"

The officers fled in terror, knowing that Ning Fengqing in a rage could be deadly.

After everyone left, Ning Fengqing calmed down, muttering, "The Eight Extremes successor has reappeared. The world of Chinese martial arts will be in turmoil."

"But, that's what makes it interesting!"

She glanced at the direction where Su Ming and the others had left, a faint smile on her lips, before heading back into the police station.

Meanwhile, shortly after Su Ming and the others left the police station, two Mercedes-Benz vans pulled up in front of them.

Four men in black suits stepped out of the vehicles.

One of them quickly approached Lin Yixue.

"President Lin, I'm sorry!"

The man bowed, his face full of apology.

"It's not your fault. I underestimated Luo Bo,"

Lin Yixue waved it off and turned to Su Ming, "Headed to Cloud Pleasure Mansion? I'll give you a ride?"

"Sure, let's go!"

Su Ming didn't hesitate and got into Lin Yixue's car. His own car was still parked at Jiangzhou Grand Hotel.