"What? This blind fool has also offended Elder Zeng?"
Hearing the implied anger in Zeng Shou's words, Tang Huanfeng's eyes darted around, and he immediately brought up a new topic.
In his opinion, if the two sides were to clash, and it was merely due to his own grievances, then Zeng Shou might have deliberately held back because of Qin Xuan's status as the direct grandson of the Qin family.
But if he could further exacerbate the conflict between Qin Xuan and Zeng Shou, then it wouldn't be so easy for Qin Xuan to get through today unscathed.
And the reality was indeed as Tang Huanfeng had imagined.
The moment the events of that time were mentioned, Zeng Shou felt a surge of anger.
"I happened to see this disrespectful brat during the martial arts tournament before."
"I saw that his bones were extraordinary, a rare martial arts prodigy, so I kindly invited him, intending to take him as my final disciple and nurture him."
"But what did he do?"
"Not only did he refuse me ungraciously, but he also declared in front of other Grandmasters that he would never change his allegiance in this lifetime, showing me no respect at all!"
"How could I tolerate that?"
"It's a pity that the tournament was about to begin, and Ke Zhizun happened to pass by. Otherwise, I would have let this brat know why I am a Grandmaster!"
"Now, this blind fool has actually offended Young Master Tang. It seems I can't show him any leniency today!"
"Haha, exactly!"
"Elder Zeng, you should let this fellow know the consequences of offending a Grandmaster!"
The old man and the young man, singing in harmony, formed a strangely harmonious scene.
Qin Xuan's breath hitched, and he thought to himself that these two were birds of a feather.
As the laughter subsided, Zeng Shou slowly turned around, snorted at Qin Xuan, and put on the airs of a Grandmaster.
He extended his right index finger and beckoned upwards, "Kid, don't say I'm bullying you. Since you've also reached the Grandmaster level, you go first."
"But I'll say this, without the guidance of a good teacher like me, no matter how talented you are, you'll never surpass me."
After saying this, as if he thought his words were particularly profound, Zeng Shou couldn't help but burst into laughter.
But after he finished laughing and looked at Qin Xuan again, he found that the other party was discussing a movie with Guo Fan and had no intention of paying him any attention.
This made Zeng Shou feel like a clown, especially with so many people watching.
"You insolent brat, you're going too far!"
Unable to bear it any longer, Zeng Shou immediately charged towards Qin Xuan.
The Southern Sect's Nameless Fist was always known for its ferocity. He was confident that even if Qin Xuan blocked his punch, he would still be shaken to his core and instantly lose his combat ability.
However, just as he reached Qin Xuan at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, he found that Qin Xuan, who had been talking to Guo Fan moments ago, had suddenly vanished.
By the time he reacted, he had already rushed towards the crowd, nearly crashing headfirst into the onlookers.
"How is this possible?"
"How could he have dodged my attack so easily?!"
Disbelieving his own eyes, Zeng Shou changed direction again and rushed towards Qin Xuan's location, but the result was the same.
Every time he felt he was about to touch Qin Xuan, he would find that Qin Xuan was nowhere in sight. He repeated this several times, but each attempt failed.
What he didn't know was that from the perspective of everyone else present, Qin Xuan had been standing there talking to Guo Fan the entire time, never moving an inch.
And Zeng Shou, who had come with the intention of teaching someone a lesson, had been darting around the banquet hall like a headless fly.
After a few rounds, even Tang Huanfeng, who had placed his hopes on Zeng Shou, couldn't watch any longer.
Taking advantage of the moment Zeng Shou stopped in front of him, he quickly tugged at his collar and reminded him, "Elder Zeng, what are you doing?!"
"This guy's speed is a bit too much!" Zeng Shou said awkwardly, sweating.
"But he hasn't moved from his spot the entire time!"
"What?!"
"Could he be a psychic or a Grandmaster of Illusions, not a Martial Grandmaster?!"
"If that's the case, then things might be a bit tricky..."
As Grandmasters themselves, there were different counter-relations among various ability users.
For example, psychic users and Grandmasters of Illusions, as Zeng Shou mentioned.
At the same level, their mental power was far superior to Grandmasters who focused solely on martial arts.
This caused martial arts Grandmasters to have a natural disadvantage when encountering such individuals.
No matter how destructive your power was, if you couldn't hit the target, it was still useless.
Of course, this did not mean that the former would always win when the two types of individuals clashed.
After all, apart from their extraordinary mental power, the physical bodies of psychic users and Grandmasters of Illusions were generally more fragile.
As long as a martial arts Grandmaster found an opening, it was still quite easy to deal with them.
"Damn it, I didn't expect your martial arts foundation to be outstanding, and your mental power to be so strong!"
"I underestimated you."
"But do you think you can easily subdue a Martial Grandmaster by using this mere mental induction?"
"You're too naive!"
"Today, I, Zeng Shou, will show you why my Southern Sect's Nameless Fist has been passed down for a hundred years and is famous throughout Jiangnan!"
"Body-protecting Qi, activate!"
With a loud shout, streaks of pale yellow body-protecting Qi slowly emerged from Zeng Shou's body.
In a short while, all areas, including his head and feet, were covered.
This was the unique body-protecting Qi of a Martial Grandmaster.
It was similar in principle to projecting internal energy outwards.
However, it was much more difficult than simply projecting internal energy.
After all, when Grandmasters used internal energy, they generally pursued instantaneous, short-term output.
Body-protecting Qi, on the other hand, required a long and stable output of vital energy to form a dense protective film around their bodies.
"With the presence of body-protecting Qi, your illusions are useless against me."
"I'd like to see how many more hits you can withstand now that your illusions are gone!"
With a long roar, Zeng Shou once again gathered his internal energy and attacked fiercely in Qin Xuan's direction.
The fist wind whistled, like bullets from a gun.
The friction between internal energy and air produced rustling sounds.
But even with the immense momentum of Zeng Shou's attack, Qin Xuan still showed no intention of blocking it.
He continued to discuss casting details with Guo Fan nonchalantly.
And Zeng Shou's fist landed heavily on Qin Xuan's chest amidst the gasps of the surrounding actresses.
"Ah! Murder!"
A visible wave of internal energy spread outwards. Even if the actresses were foolish, they knew the power of this punch.
With a scream, the banquet hall descended into chaos.
Brother Jing and others who were concerned about Qin Xuan looked extremely grim and immediately took out their phones to call 120. Meanwhile, Tang Huanfeng, Xu Jun'an, and others who disdained Qin Xuan showed sinister smiles, inwardly gloating.
Throughout the entire banquet hall, only Li Qingwan and Guo Fan remained relatively calm, not moving at all.
After Zeng Shou stopped his actions for a long time, his expression gradually changed from smugness to shock.
"You, you, who exactly are you?!"