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"Kid, you’re insulting the police, this is blatant slander. Watch out or I’ll throw you in jail!" Wang Huaiming pointed at Xu Xiangbei’s nose, cursing as if he couldn’t wait to arrest him on the spot.

Xu Xiangbei wore a mocking smile: "Why do I feel like a dog is barking here? Whose dog got loose? Hurry up and take it away!"

"Alright, kid, let’s see how you cry in prison!" After saying that, Wang Huaiming advanced with handcuffs, ready to arrest Xu Xiangbei.

With a swift turn, Xu Xiangbei grabbed Wang Huaiming’s reaching arm with one hand, snatched the handcuffs with the other hand, and swiftly cuffed Wang Huaiming’s hands together.

He was so quick that onlookers barely saw it happen, and those unaware might have thought Wang Huaiming cuffed himself.

"Oh my, Officer Wang Huaiming, I know you’re a sinner of the people, but don’t be so hasty. To handcuff yourself and rush to jail so eagerly, shouldn’t you wait for the people’s verdict? Or have you already confessed? Oh, I get it, you feel deep guilt and want to surrender early, right?" Xu Xiangbei feigned a look of approval for recognizing and correcting one’s mistakes being a great virtue.

"What are you all standing there for? Help me unlock these and arrest this man!" Wang Huaiming’s face turned bright red as he yelled at the two young police officers behind him.

The two young officers immediately understood that Xu Xiangbei’s skills weren’t simple. They grabbed their batons and advanced, ready to strike Xu Xiangbei, almost reaching him.

"Wham, wham," in the blink of an eye, the two officers flew away and hit the ground, struggling to get up but lacked the strength. Xu Xiangbei had calculated his strength and aim well, avoiding smashing them onto the tables and directly knocking them outside the door.

"Beating up cops feels awesome!" Xu Xiangbei clapped his hands with a proud expression on his face.

"Kid, you dare to hit the police? I’m telling you, you’ve gotten yourself into big trouble!" Wang Huaiming shouted, his eyes showing excitement as if he’d found Xu Xiangbei’s weakness.

"Yeah, I enjoy hitting cops, and not just those two!" Xu Xiangbei stepped forward with a smile and gave Wang Huaiming two slaps, the force of which made him spin around on the spot, losing all sense of direction.

Wang Huaiming felt a burning pain on his face, his head spinning, and two of his front teeth flew out, spitting blood. His face was swollen like a pig’s head, with big red palm prints on both cheeks, looking as pathetic and humiliating as possible.

He was instantly stunned, and after regaining his senses, he shouted: "Brother Zhao, take him down for me, cripple him, I want him unable to live or die!" His face twisted with hatred deep and chilling as if it came from hell itself.

The pain on his face and the shame in his heart made him forget about hiding his connection with Zhao Shiping and directly called him to deal with Xu Xiangbei.

"There’s a way to heaven, but you refuse to walk it; there’s no gate to hell, yet you force your way in, you only have yourself to blame!" Zhao Shiping charged up, his agile body moving like a snow leopard even though he was in slippers. It was clear he’d been practicing martial arts for a long time, excelling in all aspects.

Clenching his fist, he swung at Xu Xiangbei like a sandbag making the air whistle.

As the fist came at him, Xu Xiangbei thought only two words: agile and powerful. Without missing a beat, he lifted his right fist and swung back, the two fists meeting in the air with a spark.

Instantly, Zhao Shiping was forced back five steps, shaking his right hand continuously, a flicker of pain on his face quickly suppressed.

"Not bad! Seems like you’ve trained for many years," Xu Xiangbei said with a smile, his expression unchanged.

"Kid, don’t get cocky. I wasn’t using my full strength just now. If I did, I’d have taken you down right away!" Zhao Shiping said, pushing off and launching a new attack with fists and feet combined.

Xu Xiangbei’s eyes also lit up with fighting spirit as the two instantly clashed. Blow after blow, kick after kick, they exchanged five or six rounds, with Zhao Shiping attacking while Xu Xiangbei defended.

By now, Zhao Shiping’s forehead was covered in sweat. He realized Xu Xiangbei’s strength far exceeded his own. Yet he couldn’t back down or escape; if he showed any weakness, Xu Xiangbei would seize it for a relentless counterattack.

"Boom!" The two fists clashed in the air again, forcing Zhao Shiping back eight steps, cold sweat dripping down his face and his hand trembling.

"Brother, can we let this matter pass?" His tone was pleading.

"Let it pass? Do you think this is child’s play? I haven’t had enough. That was just a warm-up!" Xu Xiangbei said as he began to attack.

He could judge his opponent, who had been practicing martial arts for at least 20 years. He had actually used eighty percent of his strength just now but didn’t manage to take him down, indicating the opponent was quite formidable. Moreover, he discerned the opponent’s style was Hong Fist.

As the saying goes, all martial arts originate from Hong Fist. Hong Fist and Wing Chun are among the most profound, ancient, and domineering forms of martial arts in China. They are widely known and have a long heritage, said to have been created by Hong Xiguan.

However, Xu Xiangbei knew that Hong Xiguan was merely one who modified and promoted Hong Fist. Its true inception dates back to the Spring and Autumn Warring States period, a time of philosophical diversity.

Legend has it that it was created by a reclusive master, and what was handed down was not its full essence, but enough to be revered by future generations. Learning even one-third of it can dominate the world.

Xu Xiangbei used the Dragon Tiger Fist of the Ouyang Clan, directly confronting him.

At that moment, he seemed like a fierce tiger, a True Dragon, ruling the world. Without making a move, his momentum had already seized the advantage, immediately forcing Zhao Shiping into a retreat.

At this moment, Zhao Shiping was bitterly silent. He just wanted to extort some money, confident in his skills within Huaxia, as long as he didn’t encounter a grandmaster-level figure, he could manage.

After all, he had practiced Hong Fist for over 25 years. Although he hadn’t grasped its true essence, he wasn’t too far off. Yet, Xu Xiangbei overwhelmed him without any resistance. Key was, Xu Xiangbei was ten years younger. Even if he had trained since birth, he couldn’t have trained longer than Zhao, how could he be this powerful? This left him frustrated.

He didn’t know that Xu Xiangbei had been practicing the Primeval Ancient Manual, profound as the dawn of heaven and earth!

The onlookers had mostly dispersed, the remaining stood at a distance. Watching the fierce exchange between Xu Xiangbei and Zhao Shiping was like watching a fantasy movie. They moved so fast that common people couldn’t tell them apart, only seeing two shadows intertwined and clashing.

Finally, after about a hundred moves, Xu Xiangbei unleashed his full strength, grasping the opponent’s Hong Fist routines. Exploiting a gap, he kicked Zhao Shiping’s waist, sending him flying five meters away, collapsing onto the ground. He vomited blood immediately, losing the ability to fight back.

If Xu Xiangbei hadn’t wanted to understand Hong Fist better, he could have resolved the fight within fifty moves. But since it was his first time encountering such an opponent, a master of Hong Fist, he held back a little and didn’t use his full power.

He learned a lot from this battle; he realized the opponent hadn’t really mastered the essence of Hong Fist, but had already grasped its form. The manner was unstoppable like a rainbow. And combined with a man’s masculinity, it flowed ceaselessly like torrents—a true essence and substance of Hong Fist. It embodies the spirit of persisting, as a gentleman should.

"Your Hong Fist is okay, but you haven’t reached its true essence!" Xu Xiangbei said condescendingly to Zhao Shiping.

"Nonsense, I’ve practiced Hong Fist for over 20 years, how could I not have learned its essence?" Zhao Shiping said, full of indignation.

"Had you truly grasped Hong Fist’s essence, you wouldn’t have lost so quickly, perhaps you would have had a chance to win against me. Unfortunately, Hong Fist speaks of punches like torrents, flowing endlessly!" Xu Xiangbei spoke like a master teaching him.

"I didn’t expect you to see through it so quickly, losing to you isn’t unjust! But I have grasped this aspect of its essence. My punches, like torrents, flow ceaselessly; my strength, extremely potent, thunderous power!" Zhao Shiping said proudly.

"No, its true essence is far more than that. As heaven moves powerfully, the gentleman strives continuously; as earth is accommodating, the gentleman carries things with vast virtue. Hong Fist not only flows like torrents but carries masculinity and righteousness. Taking the path of the gentleman, striking like a fierce tiger, the power recedes to the heart and is sent forth to humans!

For example, Hong Xiguan achieved this. That’s why he could promote Hong Fist; he pursued chivalrous deeds, leaving fame for generations, renowned through the ages. But you engage in sordid things, how can you grasp its essence? A gentleman nurtures his spirit, but you contaminate it. With an unrighteous heart engaging in dishonorable deeds, even practicing for a million years wouldn’t allow you to truly grasp its essence!"

At this moment, Xu Xiangbei seemed to be speaking to Zhao Siping and himself, each word precious and heartfelt.

Suddenly his aura shifted, then returned to his heart, appearing as an ordinary person. This indicated that his martial prowess had entered grandmaster level, capable of founding a school.

Such individuals are remembered in history, in the martial arts world, it’s a state of mind, an elevated martial arts domain.

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