A group of people entered the venue directly through a special entrance, heading straight for the VIP area, a section specifically approved by the organizers for individuals with special status.

"Ah... talk about a small world!"

What surprised them was that upon entering the VIP area, they encountered a familiar face—none other than Ding Song and a few of his friends.

The Tian Nan Four Shows not only had exceptional strength among the younger generation but also came from powerful martial arts sects with Grandmaster-level Experts at the helm.

For instance, Su Yang's master was the Eight Extremes Fist Grandmaster Elder Niu, while Ding Song hailed from the local Ding Family of Xishu.

The Ding Family were inheritors of the Dragon-Shaped Fist, one of the Xingyi Twelve Branches, renowned not just for their formidable Attack Power but also for their training of the body, making it a versatile Fist Technique capable of both offense and defense.

"This is perfect, we can just sit back and enjoy the show..."

Qiao Zhenfei was initially taken aback by Qin Fang's remark but then followed Qin's gaze, noticing Ding Song and his group. He glanced at the two nearby police officers, who nodded in recognition of Ding Song as well.

Speaking of bad luck for Ding Song, although the Ding Family was not based in Jian Ge, they were from the same city. Last night, after roughing up that kid, they reported directly to Ding Song, which was why the officers sent today were from the city bureau, not Jian Ge's local force.

"Senior Brother Ding, look..."

Since the Ding Family had a Grandmaster-level Expert and was quite influential locally, securing VIP seats was not too difficult. So, Ding Song and his fellow disciples were also here to watch the fights. One of them turned his head and immediately noticed Qin Fang's group.

It was no surprise, given the stunning beauty of Cai Qing and Luo Xi, whose flawless faces and graceful figures were beyond reproach; in a place overrun by rough men, they were destined to be the center of attention wherever they went, making it hard not to notice them. A mere glance in that direction would reveal their presence.

Qin Fang stood right beside the two beauties, flanked by them on each side, making him equally conspicuous.

"Damn it, that kid is fine... and Eighth Elder and Ninth Elder haven't shown up all night!"

Ding Song's expression shifted when he saw Qin Fang, cursing under his breath while his eyebrows furrowed. His main concern was the lack of any news from the two junior brothers he had sent out last night.

"Big Bro Ding, we should demand people from him. I'm sure that it's this kid's doing..."

Someone immediately called out, eager to take action. The bond between martial brothers was generally strong, and unity in the face of trouble was paramount, leading to a sense of shared enmity.

"Let's go..."

Ding Song thought it made sense. He knew the capabilities of his Eighth and Ninth Junior Brothers—though not as strong as him, they certainly weren't far behind. Together, they could even pose a challenge for him.

In his opinion, Qin Fang was just an ordinary person. For men of their caliber, dealing with an ordinary man was incredibly easy, and they could accidentally maim someone without much effort, so they tended not to act so ruthlessly.

"Yo, isn't this the famous Ding Song, one of the Tian Nan Four Shows? It's an honor to meet you..."

Seeing Ding Song approaching aggressively with five or six people, Qin Fang was far from anxious; instead, he took the initiative to greet Ding Song with apparent enthusiasm, as if they were old friends meeting after years.

If they weren't both men, and had it been a woman instead, Qin Fang might have gone straight for a hug.

"Cut the crap! Qin, where have you taken my Junior Brother?"

But Ding Song clearly wasn't in such a good mood, his face as cold as a glacier that hadn't thawed in ten thousand years, so cold it was almost turning blue.

"Your Junior Brother? You probably know better than I do... Brother, I'm dealing with tens of millions every minute, making money and hardly having the time to care about somebody's whereabouts!"

Qin Fang's response was quite sharp, and since he had no intention of getting along peacefully with Ding Song, there was no need for courtesy. "Sigh, there are really too many people with a screw loose these days. Let's go!"

Of course, Qin Fang didn't bother with him. Ding Song was indeed stronger than him; in a fight between them, Qin Fang's likelihood of winning was slim to none.

The fact that he was able to tie with Su Yang was mainly because Su Yang had underestimated him and was emotionally unstable, affecting his judgment. Combined with Qin Fang's desperate fighting style—which startled Su Yang right from the start—and a powerful finishing move, it narrowly led to a draw.

But Ding Song was somewhat stronger than Su Yang, and the all-round nature of the Dragon-Shaped Fist made it a tougher challenge than the offense-heavy Eight Extremes Fist. Qin Fang's aggressive tactics weren't as effective against it.

"Asking for it..."

As another one of the Tian Nan Four Shows, Ding Song's temper seemed even more volatile than Su Yang's. Qin Fang hadn't finished speaking when Ding Song already showed signs of flipping out.

No, he wasn't about to flip out; he had already done so. He threw a punch with lightning speed, almost reaching Qin Fang in an instant.

Qin Fang stood still, not moving an inch, with a warm smile on his face, as if he hadn't noticed the incoming fist at all.

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