Chapter 41: The Hero's Unyielding Spirit

  Zhang Siyu listened to Ouyang Fengchuan's words, and she couldn't help but frown slightly, feeling that Ouyang Fengchuan had gone a bit too far. However, for the time being, she didn't know what to say was good. After all, Ouyang Fengchuan had come forward to help her, and he had indeed helped her a lot. If it weren't for Zhao Long's repeated unexpected interventions, she would have been able to catch those three extremely evil guys.

  But she also had some other thoughts in her mind, this was the first time she saw Conan O'Brien's senior brother Ou Yang Feng Chuan like this.

  "Ouyang Shixiong..." Although he felt a bit embarrassed, Zhang Siyu still thought this was going overboard. He wanted to say something, intending to advise Ouyang Shixiong that there was no need to quarrel with Zhao Long, and then quickly have someone escort Zhao Long back to the police station. Wasn't he after the reward money? The sooner he got it, the sooner he would disappear from his sight.

  "I think I understand now what 'desire to add crime, no fear of words'. I know your heart is clear about who's who in the Liuhe Gate, and yet you still insult me. Why don't you just say I'm a rapist?" Although Ou Yang Feng Chuan and Ding Peng weren't wearing police uniforms, it was clear from the way people around them addressed them that they were also policemen.

  Just now, someone provoked himself in a rivers and lakes way. Now this guy is even more sinister. Zhao Long didn't understand where he had offended them, but since they were picking a fight, Zhao Long wouldn't refuse either. Thinking of framing him? Zhao Long directly took out the skills he learned from Aunt Li.

  "Looking for a fight..." Hearing Zhao Long say this, Ding Peng let out a loud roar and threw a punch straight at Zhao Long's face.

  Xingyiquan, also known as Xinyi Quan or Heart-Mind Fist, is a traditional Chinese martial art. It is one of the three major internal styles of Chinese martial arts, along with Tai Chi and Baguazhang. The style's linear movements are distinct from the circular footwork of Baguazhang and the slow, flowing movements of Tai Chi. Xingyiquan's short, direct punches are well-suited for close-quarters combat in a crowded battlefield, where elaborate techniques would be impractical. Its powerful, swift movements make it one of the fastest martial arts. In the chaos of battle, with thousands of soldiers clashing, it is difficult to find space to maneuver; only by advancing directly and striking can one create an opening, like a burst dam on the Yellow River.

  Ding Peng has been practicing Xingyiquan for 26 years, and he entered the Xin Yi Liu He Men at the age of seven. Although his natural talent is not considered to be very good, he excels in his solid foundation, which can be demonstrated as soon as he makes a move. His body instantly forms the San Ti stance, with power generated from the root, flowing through the middle and reaching the extremities, with all three sections coordinating smoothly, each section urging the next, the shoulders urging the elbows, the elbows urging the hands, and the power reaching the fists.

  It seems like an ordinary punch, but the power is transmitted and explodes instantly, with a force that surpasses Nie Gang's cannon fist. Clearly, Ding Peng's skills are much deeper than Nie Gang's. Although it looks like a punch, it actually contains a splitting energy. The five elements of Xingyiquan (splitting, collapsing, drilling, cannon, and horizontal) each have their differences. In fact, the cannon fist that Nie Gang practices is also one of the five elements. However, they independently developed and refined this one style, which has its own accomplishments.

  Ding Peng's offensive was not as fierce and ruthless as Jiang Yan's, nor did it have the same killing intent, but at this moment, Zhao Long was also unable to compare with his previous self. At this moment, his whole body was still trembling uncontrollably, and he stumbled when walking, facing Ding Peng's sudden attack, a fire of anger ignited in Zhao Long's heart.

  "Whoa......" Zhao Long only had his left arm still full of strength, and he suddenly raised it to grab Ding Peng's fist, which contained many changes.

  Ding Peng's fist change in the midst of his powerful punch was meant to defend against Zhao Long's dodge and block, but unexpectedly, Zhao Long directly grabbed his fist with his left arm.

  Ding Peng thought of pulling his hand back and changing, but Zhao Long's left arm strength was beyond Ding Peng's imagination. Zhao Long reversed his hand with a twist, and Ding Peng's fist followed his body to move sideways, the sound at the joint was clear, Ding Peng knew that if he insisted on being strong, this arm would be ruined.

  "Hmm..." Ouyang Fengchuan let out a cold hum, and with a slight exertion of force from his foot, the powerful energy immediately shattered the stones on the ground. With a light flick of his wrist, a stone was already hurtling towards Zhao Long's shoulder.

  "Halt, everyone halt!" Zhang Siyu hadn't expected things to turn out this way and hastily shouted to stop both sides.

  "Come on." Although his body was exhausted and almost unable to fight except for his left arm, Zhao Long's eyes were still watching the changes around him.

  Ouyang Feng's movements under his feet were also clear, and with a sudden burst of force from his left arm, he directly pulled Ding Peng in front of him.

  "Oww... Thud... Ugggh..." Ding Peng was pulled over by Zhao Long's enormous strength, and at that moment, the broken stone happened to come over and hit Ding Peng right on his butt. The powerful force was astonishing, directly striking into Ding Peng's buttocks, instantly causing a gush of fresh blood.

  "Haha……" Zhao Long pushed Ding Peng out with a smile, and Ouyang Fengchuan hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him from falling. Zhao Long then laughed and said: "I didn't expect that you fellow disciples would be so open-minded, daring to do such explosive things in public, impressive, impressive."

  Ouyang Fengchuan initially just wanted to teach Zhao Long a lesson, but he didn't expect that today he would run into someone who was not easy to deal with. At this moment, he really had other ideas, and as he supported Ding Peng, his body suddenly twisted like a hunting snake, the ground seemed to have become a slide, and his body slid forward instantly. What he used was the Snake Shape of the 12 shapes in Xingyiquan, he had already decided to give Zhao Long a lesson that he would never forget.

  "That's enough, Master Ouyang." At this moment, Zhang Siyu suddenly stepped forward and blocked the way, causing Ouyang Fengchuan to stop abruptly. With a displeased expression, Zhang Siyu said in a low voice, "I've already reported the incident to the bureau. Since Zhao Long has captured three murderers in a row, this matter has become quite big. The chairman of the Tianhe Group has also arrived, and the mayor is currently hosting them on behalf of Haicheng. I'll be taking him over there soon."

  It all started with herself, Zhang Siyu didn't like Zhao Long either, but she didn't like it this way.

  "Hmm..." Little Conan Ouyang Fengchuan pushed his glasses and looked at Zhao Long over Zhang Siyu: "Today, I'll let it go because of my junior sister's face, but since you've spoken out against me about the Six Harmony Gate, naturally someone will settle with you."

  "No need for you to look for me, I'll come find you in seven days. Remember to prepare the money. And don't bother putting on a show for me anymore, everyone knows what's going on, and when the time comes, we'll see who's higher or lower. Zhao Long knew that if he had humbled himself from the start, admitted his mistake, or agreed to compromise, they would still have appeared very generous and kind, and might not have harmed him at all, just wanting to take down his pride a notch."

  When the time comes, they will defeat themselves and show off their prowess. Then, from a superior position, they will lecture others. Zhao Long is well aware of this, but he would never back down in such matters. He doesn't have that so-called noble spirit, but he has a strong sense of masculinity, doing things with a clear conscience. At the same time, he also has other thoughts in his mind, so he didn't retreat.

  Guaranteed second chapter update, Happy Dragon Boat Festival to everyone.