In the pugilist world, among the greatest ways one could humiliate someone else, shattering someone’s weapon ranked right behind killing someone’s father and snatching their wife.

Yu Qiufeng’s eyes reddened. He drove a palm towards Wen Kexing’s chest right as he leapt to send a kick flying at his crotch, his movements swift like he had honed each strike through intense practice. Thankfully, after Huang Daoren had “rolled” away, the crowd behind him that seemed to be enjoying the show finally realised that they should be eradicating evil and went to pester Zhou Zishu--no one noticed that in this overlooked corner, the Huashan Sect Leader was putting up a performance of the “Teasing Yin Kick” in front of the crowd!

Mm, strange events occurred every year, but there were particularly many of them this year!

Leaning sideways, Wen Kexing raised his knee and landed it right on Yu Qiufeng’s thigh. Instantly, a crack could be heard as the bone fractured.

Simultaneously, his palm collided head-on with his; Yu Qiufeng only felt a torrential wave of internal energy surging at him with the palm, but it was already too late. His own palm seemed to be pulled towards his opponent’s, that mighty tsunami-like wave of internal energy flooding his nerves and blood vessels, almost gorging him to a bursting point.

In that instant, Yu Qiufeng raised his eyes in panic and glimpsed the expression of this cheeky, flippant man--dark and aloof, entirely uncaring, like a true demon that slaughtered countless without the slightest flicker in demeanour.

With a woman’s sharp scream, a biting gust of wind swept past, bringing a few needles as thin as ox hair hurtling towards Wen Kexing. Almost reflexively, he let go of Yu Qiufeng and slammed a palm towards them—from a distance away[18], the needles were knocked askew, but the force of his palm still did not disperse.  Unable to dodge in time, the force of his palm strike hit the woman behind straight in the chest, sending her flying and crashing into the wall.

It was only at this moment that Wen Kexing could clearly make out that the person who ambushed him was none other than Liu Qianqiao, who had unclogged her acupuncture points without anyone knowing. He was first taken aback, then, like he suddenly understood something, he called, “A-Xu, come quick, I witnessed some adultery!”

Zhou Zishu didn’t know what to say to him. Turning around, he booted a persistent death-seeker away, bent to pick up Liu Qianqiao, and said, clipped, “Cut the nonsense out, let’s go!”

Wen Kexing made a sound of acknowledgement, and escaped with Zhou Zishu without protest.

The two of them leapt away at great speed with qinggong, and after an indeterminable distance, long after they had already lost the lowlife troublemakers on their trail, Zhou Zishu finally stopped, threw the barely-alive Liu Qianqiao under a tree, and sealed a few of her major acupuncture points.