"Xiaoxue, what are you talking about? I've been so good to you, and you want to torture me too?"
Yang Ming was stunned, looking at Xia Xue in disbelief, feeling like the sky was falling.
"Because you deserve to be tortured!"
Xia Xue answered curtly.
Lin Feng wasted no time. He gathered energy in his right foot and, with a resounding kick, sent Yang Ming flying as if in a soccer match.
After Yang Ming disappeared, Duan Wuqing spoke, "Lin Feng, you dare to attack our man in public. This is a blatant provocation."
"According to the law, you'll be behind bars for at least a few years. Surrender obediently!"
As Duan Wuqing spoke, he tossed a pair of handcuffs to Lin Feng.
"Haha, so this is where you were waiting for me?"
Lin Feng chuckled, then his smile vanished. "Then I'm very sorry. Not only will I attack Yang Ming, but I'll attack all of you."
"Stop the nonsense. If we can fight, let's not argue!"
Duan Wuqing's expression turned serious. "Heh, you are indeed arrogant. It seems without a serious show of force, you truly believe you're invincible!"
"Lin Feng, I advise you to cooperate with our work. Your temper is too proud and unruly; you should go to prison for some re-education."
"Officer Duan is not someone you can provoke. If he makes a move, you'll regret it."
Ling Feiyan warned him with a blank expression.
Rather than resolving it with force, she hoped Lin Feng would see reason.
"Why so much talking? If you won't attack, I will!"
Lin Feng was truly out of patience and walked towards Duan Wuqing.
"You're courting death!"
Duan Wuqing was enraged. He extended two fingers, brought them together, and concentrated his true qi at the fingertips. A fearsome sword qi shot towards Lin Feng's left leg.
"A petty trick!"
Lin Feng sneered. With a flash of his body, he dodged Duan Wuqing's finger-sword attack.
The sword qi missed its target and struck the marble tiles, blasting a large crater into them with a bang.
The terrifying destructive power made even Xia Xue's heart pound.
"Divine Sword" Duan Wuqing lived up to his reputation; turning sword qi into finger attacks, this was a peerless martial art only seen in wuxia novels!
Xia Xue couldn't help but feel a bead of sweat for Lin Feng.
"A petty trick, you say? Then see if this is still a petty trick!"
Duan Wuqing clenched his fist, his ten fingers dancing rapidly as if performing a ballet.
Sword qi crisscrossed the air, countless finger-sword strikes forming a vast net that enveloped Lin Feng.
This was his ultimate move, making evasion impossible.
Lin Feng had no intention of dodging. To compete with him in true qi, Duan Wuqing was like a child playing pretend.
With a thought, Lin Feng mimicked Duan Wuqing's stance. He brought his hands together, conjuring a terrifying ball of true qi, and struck a dashing opening pose.
"Dragon Subduing... Eighteen Palms, 'The Dragon Ascends with Regret'!"
Lin Feng roared, and his true qi suddenly materialized, transforming into two qi dragons circling in front of him.
This sight stunned both Ling Feiyan and Duan Wuqing.
Xia Xue was also shocked; it was her first time seeing Lin Feng unleash such a world-shaking technique.
"Break!"
Lin Feng swung his palms, and a dragon's roar echoed.
The qi dragons transformed by his true qi broke through the blockade of finger-sword strikes and slammed forcefully into Duan Wuqing.
Duan Wuqing had never expected Lin Feng to be so formidable. By the time he tried to evade, it was too late.
"Argh!"
Struck fiercely by the qi dragons, Duan Wuqing cried out in pain and was sent flying backward.
Outside the door, Yang Ming, who had been kicked senseless by Lin Feng, felt as if his bones were about to shatter.
After a long recovery, he managed to get up.
The next second, Yang Ming saw a figure flying towards him.
"Holy crap!"
Yang Ming cursed. Before he could react, Duan Wuqing's body smashed into him with full force.
"Your ancestors! Who the hell is this?"
Yang Ming was furious. Smashed and spitting blood, he angrily threw several punches at Duan Wuqing.
Then, he forcefully pushed Duan Wuqing, who was pinning him down, off himself.
As he pushed him away, Yang Ming finally got a clear look at Duan Wuqing's face.
He was dumbfounded!
Time seemed to freeze.
Yang Ming stared at the unconscious Duan Wuqing, utterly unable to believe his eyes.
The clothes on Duan Wuqing's chest had turned into blackened charcoal, his face was covered in blood, and his complexion was as pale as a corpse.
The dignified Divine Sword Duan Wuqing of the Iron Cavalry, reduced to such a pathetic state?
Ling Feiyan inside the room was also stunned. She stared at Lin Feng, her throat seemingly constricted.
She wanted to say something but didn't know where to begin.
Duan Wuqing had lost, defeated by Lin Feng in a single move.
How could this guy be so strong?
"Officer Ling, it's your turn now!"
Lin Feng, as if he had accomplished a trivial matter, casually drew a playful smile.