Do You Still Have No Objections When I Bully Your Sister?

"Finally, you've come to your senses!" Ning Fengchi let out a huge sigh of relief in his heart.

If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have bothered with all the flashy nonsense. It would have been much simpler to just introduce himself directly.

Su Ming looked at Ning Fengchi, puzzled. "Do you have something to say?"

Ning Fengchi withdrew his clasped hands and placed them behind his back, looking at Su Ming with a calm expression. "I heard you almost hurt my sister!"

So, they were siblings!

Su Ming's brows relaxed. "I'm really sorry. I didn't realize I was that strong!"

Gasp!

Flames seemed to ignite in Ning Fengchi's eyes, and he could no longer maintain his composure. He glared at Su Ming. "Kid, don't say I didn't give you a chance. Make your move!"

"Huh? Why?" Su Ming was utterly confused, wondering if this guy had taken the wrong medication.

Was he here specifically to pick a fight with him this early in the morning?

"Why?"

Ning Fengchi's gaze turned icy cold.

"Because she is my sister, and no one is allowed to bully her!"

Damn it!

Su Ming cursed inwardly. This guy was definitely a protective brother to the extreme.

*Ding! Choice triggered!*

"Option 1: Defeat Ning Fengchi. Reward: Improvement in Bajiquan proficiency."

"Option 2: Kill Ning Fengchi. Reward: Mastery of Dark Force."

Holy crap!

Mastery of Dark Force sounded incredible, but Su Ming's eyes widened. What kind of grudge did this guy have? Didn't he know that killing was illegal?

"Hey! What are you hesitating for? Are you even a man?" Ning Fengchi's voice rang out.

"What? Is the Bajiquan heir so weak that he doesn't even have the courage to make a move?"

"You had the guts to bully my sister, but now you don't dare to fight me?"

Ning Fengchi ranted on, while Su Ming felt a vein throb in his forehead. This guy was clearly not right in the head.

"System, I choose option one!"

After making his choice, Su Ming looked at Ning Fengchi. A thick aura began to rise from his body.

"Finally, you've made up your mind!"

A faint smile appeared on Ning Fengchi's lips as he slowly moved his hands from behind his back to the front.

At this moment, the scene seemed to freeze. Only the elderly man, who suddenly opened his eyes, revealed a sharp glint in his gaze.

At the same time, a gentle breeze swept between the two, passing by in an instant.

*Whoosh!*

Su Ming moved, his figure darting forward like lightning.

Ning Fengchi's eyes narrowed slightly, a serious look crossing his face. He started with a Xingyi stance, his muscles tensing, and took a step back, which carried a heavy, grounded feeling.

In this moment, Ning Fengchi stood like an ancient pine, unyielding.

By now, Su Ming had reached Ning Fengchi and threw out a simple straight punch from Bajiquan.

Ning Fengchi twisted his waist slightly, raised his hand, and transformed his fist into a palm, slicing down.

*Slap!*

The impact of the punch and palm caused the air to visibly vibrate, creating a faint ripple.

"Hmm?"

Ning Fengchi's eyes focused, and he quickly retreated. He could feel an incredibly terrifying force exploding. If he didn't retreat to dissipate the force, he might lose his balance.

But Su Ming wasn't about to let him off. He followed up with a swift kick, leaping high and sweeping his foot.

"Not bad, Bajiquan!"

Ning Fengchi praised inwardly, his fighting spirit rising.

Facing Su Ming's sweeping kick, Ning Fengchi didn't dodge. Instead, he jumped slightly, supporting himself with one hand on the ground, and swung his leg upward.

*Boom!*

This time, their legs collided, producing a dull thud, and the air itself seemed to shatter.

Su Ming landed, tapped the ground with his toes, and immediately rushed forward again. Meanwhile, Ning Fengchi used the force of the kick to stand back up.

Facing the charging Su Ming, Ning Fengchi drew his hands in front of him, then transformed them into fists.

*Bam!*

With an internal shout, Ning Fengchi unleashed a powerful punch.

Xingyi Bengquan, a highly explosive technique in Xingyi Quan.

A flash of light appeared in Su Ming's eyes, recognizing the extraordinary nature of this attack. He didn't dare to be careless and gathered all his strength into a counterpunch.

*Boom!*

The two punches met, and both figures staggered backward. Ning Fengchi took over ten steps before stopping.

"What incredible power!"

Ning Fengchi was secretly shocked. Su Ming only took three steps back, a hint of confusion flashing in his mind. This Ning Fengchi wasn't that strong, and he hadn't even used his full strength yet.

"What the hell is that look for?"

Ning Fengchi read the meaning in Su Ming's eyes and felt insulted. He dashed forward with a step.

"Forget it, I'm not in the mood to play anymore!"

Su Ming thought, taking a step and launching himself like a cheetah.

Iron Mountain Lean!

The powerful move from Bajiquan burst forth, and Su Ming charged directly at Ning Fengchi.

A look of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes. He bent his knees, and his muscles tensed completely.

Ning Fengchi's expression grew grave. A sudden fear rose in his heart. Years of combat experience told him that this move couldn't be blocked head-on.

But Su Ming's speed was too fast, and Ning Fengchi couldn't react in time. Reluctantly, he braced himself, gathering all his strength into his fists.

As Ning Fengchi's fists struck, a deep, booming sound filled the air.

*Cannon Fist!*

*Boom!*

When the two collided, something strange happened. Ning Fengchi's body was flung uncontrollably, the terrifying force preventing him from adjusting his posture.

"Bajiquan is actually this terrifying!"

In mid-air, Ning Fengchi was filled with shock. He was a peak-level Mingjing expert, capable of killing a bull with a single punch. Yet, he had been knocked away by a single move.

Not only that, but he even felt that Su Ming hadn't used his full strength. Just how strong was this guy?

*Boom!*

Ning Fengchi crashed several meters away, flipping and standing up. Su Ming charged at him again.

Ning Fengchi's eye twitched. Was this guy really going to press his advantage?

With no other choice, Ning Fengchi mustered his strength to defend.

Iron Mountain Lean!

It was the same move, and Su Ming showed no sign of changing tactics.

*Boom!*

This time, Ning Fengchi couldn't even hold his ground for a second. His body was flung away again.

Finally, the elderly man moved, dashing like lightning to Ning Fengchi's side. He reached out, catching Ning Fengchi's flying body and gently setting him down.

"Damn, a true master!"

Su Ming stopped attacking, instead staring at the old man. The speed he had just displayed was something Su Ming couldn't even react to.

This old man was no ordinary person.

"Thanks, Elder Zhang!"

Ning Fengchi let out a breath of relief, then turned to look at Su Ming, still somewhat shocked.

"Do you still want to fight?"

Su Ming looked at Ning Fengchi and said calmly, "I bullied your sister. Do you still have any complaints?"

"Bastard!"

Ning Fengchi's anger flared, but he couldn't say a word. It was infuriating. He had traveled all the way from Shanghai to Jiangzhou to stand up for his sister, only to find that he was no match for this opponent.

*Ding! Congratulations, host! You have completed the option. Reward: Improvement in Bajiquan proficiency!*