The person standing before him was none other than Kang Xiangrong, whom he had met earlier at the Qiao family home.

Kang Xiangrong looked at Qi Dengxian expressionlessly and spoke slowly. “Since the Third Young Master grew up, this is the first time he has lost such massive face, and the first time he has been beaten so miserably.”

Qi Dengxian asked, “So?”

“So, I have come to take your life,” Kang Xiangrong said calmly.

Qi Dengxian let out an “Oh.”

Kang Xiangrong continued on his own. “We had to give Yu Xiaolong face. However, she is no longer here, and you have no further ties with her. Therefore, I believe you cannot keep this life of yours.”

“Old thing, Yu Xiaolong saved your life, yet you are so ungrateful, coming back to find trouble with me.” Qi Dengxian spoke unhurriedly, even shaking his head.

Yu Xiaolong, the Female War God of Huaguo, had personally stepped in to stop the Kang family’s aggression. Whether it was Kang Xuequan or Kang Xiangrong, they had no choice but to listen.

As for Qi Dengxian, he had planned to slaughter both master and servant right there to end things once and for all, but he hadn’t expected Yu Xiaolong to intervene midway.

Thinking about it, letting it go was acceptable. But unexpectedly, Kang Xiangrong had taken the initiative to come knocking on his door again.

Kang Xiangrong sneered. “I have seen many arrogant young men, but the grass on their graves is already over three feet high. However, this is truly the first time I have met someone as arrogant as you!”

Qi Dengxian said seriously, “Since Yu Xiaolong stepped in, you should have obediently guarded that cheap life you managed to pick back up. You shouldn’t have come to provoke me again.”

“Otherwise, you will die…”

“I am serious!”

Hearing these words, Kang Xiangrong couldn’t help but laugh loudly. He roared with laughter. “I have to say, you are truly arrogant! I want to see just how you intend to make me die!”

After saying this, Kang Xiangrong’s body sank slightly. His feet opened up, one in front and one behind, assuming the Santi Shi stance of Xingyi Fist. His entire aura became internalized.

“Your practice of Xingyi Fist is not up to standard. The Three Bodies—Heaven, Earth, and Man—are united so poorly. I really don’t know who blew up that little bit of fame you have.” Qi Dengxian shook his head.

“This old man has practiced Xingyi for forty years. Is it the place of a wet-behind-the-ears brat like you to criticize me?” Hearing this, Kang Xiangrong felt a flicker of anger, and his eyes grew colder.

“Practicing the fist depends on talent, not years. Otherwise, wouldn’t everyone be qualified to become a Grandmaster?” Qi Dengxian said with utter indifference.

Kang Xiangrong narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth. “Little bastard, this old man will crush your bones one by one, letting you die in repentance amidst the pain! You will learn the consequences of offending the Kang family and offending this old man!”

“Sorry. Did I step on a sore spot?” Qi Dengxian asked.

Kang Xiangrong let out a muffled snort. His feet moved like lightning, weaving forward. With a few sharp chi chi chi sounds, he arrived instantly in front of Qi Dengxian. He raised his hand, delivering a chopping fist straight toward Qi Dengxian’s forehead.

“Your Tiger Pounce is truly ugly…” Qi Dengxian shook his head and took a step back.

“This old man will cut off your head and present it to the Third Young Master!” Kang Xiangrong shouted in rage. He took another step forward, transforming into the Horse form, and fired two Cannon Fists toward Qi Dengxian’s chest.

Qi Dengxian planted his feet firmly. He raised his hand in a Crossing Fist. With a pa, he knocked aside Kang Xiangrong’s two heavy punches. At the same time, his rear foot advanced half a step.

The moment the sole of his foot landed, he twisted his waist slightly, borrowing the force. His right punch hooked around his abdomen, and following the torque of his waist and hips, he drove the fist forward viciously!

“Half-Step Crushing Fist?!” Kang Xiangrong felt his brain go cold.

Qi Dengxian’s movement was too fast, and the power was too ferocious. Kang Xiangrong didn’t even have time to react. He crossed his hands and pressed down, trying to suppress the blow, but he couldn’t hold down Qi Dengxian’s fist.

The fist broke through his blockade and landed lightly on his abdomen.

Pa!

A crisp sound echoed, like striking worn leather.

The clothes on Kang Xiangrong’s abdomen twisted into a spiral the moment the fist made contact, becoming a wet, matted mess.

His entire body shuddered violently. His face turned beet red, and blood spurred from his mouth. He began to shake like chaff in the wind.

Thud!

Kang Xiangrong dropped to his knees and then collapsed forward, his body twitching slightly on the ground.

“This… how is this possible… You are so young…” Kang Xiangrong muttered, his breath fading rapidly.

“I told you. Practicing the fist depends on talent, not on who practices longer. Otherwise, wouldn’t everyone become a Grandmaster?” Qi Dengxian replied expressionlessly.

This single punch to Kang Xiangrong’s lower abdomen had instantly shattered all his internal organs. With such Hidden Force penetrating the body, even a celestial being couldn’t have saved him.

That night, Kang Xuequan couldn’t reach Kang Xiangrong. He could only fall asleep amidst a stream of curses.

“I wonder if the Deputy Butler got the job done… Damn it. If Yu Xiaolong hadn’t insisted on sticking her head out, this matter would have ended long ago!” Kang Xuequan felt incredibly annoyed.

Deep in sleep, Kang Xuequan suddenly felt a wave of coldness. He woke up instantly with a start, only to see a silhouette sitting at the head of his bed.

Kang Xuequan was startled. Then he said, “Deputy Butler, the job is done, right? Why are you acting like a ghost…”

“Your Deputy Butler has indeed become a ghost. I came to tell you that enough is enough.” Qi Dengxian’s voice drifted over eerily.

“It’s you…” Kang Xuequan was scared witless, his body turning ice-cold.

How had Qi Dengxian infiltrated his residence so silently? And not a single person had discovered him. This was too terrifying!

Qi Dengxian placed a bundle-like object onto Kang Xuequan’s body and said indifferently, “You told him to cut off my head. I believe in reciprocity. If there is a next time, this will be your fate.”

After saying this, Qi Dengxian stood up, turned around, and left.

Kang Xuequan felt that the bundle seemed to be leaking water. He lifted a corner of the cloth to take a look, then let out a piercing scream of terror.

“Slicing flesh to serve with wine; living life with abandon.” Qi Dengxian walked out of the villa. The night outside was cool as water, and he felt a burst of comfort in his chest.

Kang Xuequan returned to the capital overnight. His experience in Zhonghai had scared him out of his wits.

After learning that Yu Xiaolong had intervened in the matter, the Kang family maintained silence and did not continue to target Qi Dengxian. However, this grudge was thoroughly solidified.

Early the next morning, Qi Dengxian received a call from Huang Wenlang and immediately headed to the Mayor’s residence.

Because of the Qiao Corporation’s loan matter, he owed Huang Wenlang a favor. Moreover, he had already planned to help treat Huang Wenlang’s daughter, Huang Qingge. Receiving the call this time, he hesitated no longer.

However, what he didn’t expect was to run into that woman, Xu Aoxue, at Huang Wenlang’s home.

Beside Xu Aoxue was a gentle-looking man with glasses, in his thirties. He wore a brand-name suit, spoke elegantly, and had a warm temperament.

“Mayor Huang, this is the overseas compatriot I specially invited from America. A renowned psychology expert in the States, Jack Sun.” Xu Aoxue glanced at Qi Dengxian, then turned to introduce the man beside her to Huang Wenlang.

NOTES

Santi Shi (三體式): The fundamental stance of Xingyi Fist, representing the unity of Heaven, Earth, and Man.

Half-Step Crushing Fist (半步崩拳): A legendary technique made famous by Master Guo Yunshen, known for its overwhelming linear power.

Hidden Force (暗勁): An advanced level of internal martial arts power that penetrates the surface to damage internal organs.

Slicing flesh to serve with wine (割股相下酒): A line derived from historical tales of extreme loyalty or ruthlessness, used here by the MC to express the satisfying, brutal nature of his revenge.

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