C135 Despicable Old Man!

The air was filled with the sounds of combat as punches and kicks landed on flesh. Liu Jun and his brothers were locked in an intense battle with Old Man Ding.

It was a spectacular showdown.

Despite being over sixty, Old Man Ding had once been the premier martial artist of the Eastern Sea in his youth. He deftly managed the onslaught from Liu Jun and his two brothers with surprising ease.

With a swift motion, Old Man Ding flung his sleeves, sending a cloud of dust into the faces of Liu Jun and his brothers.

Caught completely off guard, the trio was momentarily blinded by the sand, never anticipating such a low blow from their opponent!

Seizing the moment, Old Man Ding launched a vicious attack on Liu Jun's abdomen, sending him flying several meters, blood spraying from his mouth as he landed, his face twisted in rage.

As Liu Jun struggled to recover, Old Man Ding's legs struck the waists of his two senior brothers. The impact resonated through the air, propelling them over ten meters away.

"You're despicable! How can you even dare to call yourself a martial arts figure of the Eastern Sea? You're nothing but a lowlife!" Liu Jun exclaimed in fury, his eyes still gritty with dust, making it impossible for him to see clearly.

"Old dog Ding, to stoop to throwing sand? I have lost all respect for you!"

"You're utterly shameless!"

The Liu brothers hurled insults, their anger palpable as they spat out blood in between coughs.

Any true practitioner of Dragon Country's martial arts would scorn such cowardly tactics. Old Man Ding, during a martial contest, had resorted to throwing dust, yet he had the audacity to claim he was the founder of a martial sect.

"Now you've lost," Ding Shenyi taunted with a maniacal laugh. "If winning means throwing dust, then it's a skill. Are you upset by that?"

"My name is Zong Shenyi! I'm the founder of a martial sect. You dared to challenge me, clearly not knowing your own limits," Ding Shenyi boasted, shaking his head with smug satisfaction.

Zong Shenyi, self-proclaimed as a true master and sect founder, had over the years, in his quest to become the top martial artist of the Eastern Sea, resorted to various underhanded tactics. Throwing dust was merely the least of his devious strategies.

Liujun and his two brothers were livid, nearly spitting blood in their fury. They had never encountered someone so utterly despicable!

Regrettably, their eyes, waists, and internal organs had been injured, rendering them unable to muster their full strength.

"Do you still dare to challenge me to a fight now?" Ding Shenyi taunted, his face brimming with smug satisfaction as he looked at Zhang Qimo with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

Zhang Qimo's face was etched with panic. She was dumbfounded. She had not expected Zong Shenyi to be so utterly shameless.

"Come with me to the Wang Family," Ding Shenyi said with a sneer, advancing toward Zhang Qimo step by step. He thought to himself that this time, by aiding the Wang Family, he would make tens of millions. With that money, his retirement was secured!

"Stay away from me!" Zhang Qimo backed away. She had seen the deranged behavior of Wang Guokang and his son and couldn't believe they had stooped to hiring someone to capture her. They were truly lawless.

Ding Shenyi's sneer was tinged with malice. In his eyes, Zhang Qimo represented tens of millions, and he was determined to take her with him.

Ding Shenyi charged forward, intent on seizing Zhang Qimo, planning to knock her out first.

Just then, a sudden whoosh of wind echoed, and a ghostly figure appeared out of nowhere, delivering a fierce kick that sent Ding Shenyi flying. He landed heavily several meters away, gasping for air.

"Who dares to attack me so cowardly and shamelessly?" Ding Shenyi roared in anger, looking fiercely in the direction of the assailant.

He saw a seemingly ordinary old man with white hair, dressed in a brown suit, looking every bit the butler.

Lee Pu arrived. He was once the chief steward of the Qi Family, and his talents extended far beyond cooking and making desserts; his martial arts skills were also exceptional!

"Butler Li?" Zhang Qimo exclaimed in surprise when she realized that Lee Pu had rescued her. With such impressive abilities, why would he willingly serve as a steward in her household?

Lee Pu had been brought in by Lin Yin. Could it be that Lin Yin had paid a handsome sum for him to secretly protect her? Zhang Qimo's expression turned complex as she found herself missing Lin Yin.

"How dare you, an impudent old fool, claim to be Zong Shenyi?" Lee Pu said, shaking his head with a cold laugh.

"I am Zong Shenyi! What are you going to do about it? You not only ambushed me, but you also have the audacity to talk big!" Ding Shenyi retorted defiantly. He suddenly rolled over and charged at Lee Pu, ready to engage in combat.

Lee Pu's eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp as a blade. He lunged at Zong Shenyi, grabbing his hair and delivering two resounding slaps to his face. Following that, he kicked Zong Shenyi twice, forcing him to his knees, screaming in pain.

Who was this man? Why were his martial arts so formidable?

Liu Jun and his brothers rubbed the sand from their eyes, exchanging incredulous looks. Wasn't this the steward from Zhang Qimo's household? How could his martial arts be so advanced? Then it dawned on them: all of Master Lin's subordinates were formidable.

"In this modest Qingyun City, your martial arts are so poor, yet you dare to call yourself Zong Shenyi?" Lee Pu charged at Old Man Ding, landing a kick on his face that made him spit blood repeatedly.

"You don't deserve the title 'Zong Shenyi.' You are nothing but a useless man," Lee Pu spat viciously, spitting a mouthful of saliva onto the face of the so-called "Zong Shenyi."

He had the audacity to brazenly attempt to capture the Young Madam. If he were younger, he would have flayed him alive!

"I am Zong Shenyi, and you dare to strike me. My disciples will avenge me!" Old Man Ding shrieked, feeling an immense humiliation.

Lee Pu's gaze hardened as he delivered several vicious kicks, causing Old Man Ding to cry out in agony. Blood, snot, and tears flowed freely, stripping him of any semblance of a master.

"You don't deserve the name Zong Shenyi," Lee Pu said icily. "Kneel down and apologize to Mrs. Lin right now, or I will kill you!"

"You want to kill me?" Old Man Ding's voice trembled with fear, his legs giving way beneath him.

"I'm sorry, please, don't kill me! You're right, I am worthless and despicable," Old Man Ding sobbed, begging for mercy. He was terrified. "Please, spare me!"

Lee Pu was taken aback by Old Man Ding's shameless groveling. Indeed, the world was full of all sorts.

Zhang Qimo was utterly shocked and disgusted. To think that a man in his sixties would call her 'grandmother' was beyond shameless.