Not having fought for a long time.
Cui Fu had been itching for action.
Thus, he initiated the attack first, his powerful momentum forcing Old Zhao to retreat continuously.
Qin Hu, who had been watching with a cheerful expression, saw Old Zhao being suppressed and unable to fight back, completely at a disadvantage. His expression gradually turned grim.
After being so arrogant earlier, if his man were defeated by the opponent, where would he show his face?
After a few minutes of intense fighting, seeing that Old Zhao was unable to gain the upper hand, Qin Hu couldn't help but say, "Old Zhao, stop hiding, end this fight quickly!"
His implication was clear: stop holding back, even if it means fighting desperately, you must win for me today.
Old Zhao, struggling to defend against Cui Fu, heard the urging and was so annoyed he wished he could stop fighting and tell Qin Hu to try it himself. Truly, it was easy to talk when you weren't the one fighting.
At this moment, Old Zhao deeply regretted his earlier boast to Qin Hu that defeating Cui Fu would be no problem at all.
Only when they actually started fighting did he realize he had truly underestimated this old man.
Not only was his strength considerable, but his experience was also extremely rich.
What made Old Zhao even stranger was Cui Fu's peculiar attacks. It seemed as if an invisible force surrounded Cui Fu's hands, constantly neutralizing his own attacks, leaving him caught off guard.
This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.
Little did he know, Cui Fu was actually using him as a practice partner.
Last time, while accompanying Chu Fan, after witnessing Chu Fan's methods of attacking the fierce wolves, he suddenly realized that array formations could actually be integrated into attacks. They were invisible and traceless, always delivering unexpected impacts to opponents.
During Chu Fan's absence, he would ponder whenever he was alone how to fuse array formations into his attacks to enhance lethality.
Finally, he conceived the idea of placing array formations on his hands, making his hands seem like they were wearing invisible gloves, doubling his offensive power, doubling his defensive capabilities, and significantly boosting his combat strength.
Time passed slowly.
Qin Hu's expression grew increasingly somber.
At this point, anyone with a sliver of intelligence could see that Old Zhao was not hiding his strength, but was genuinely inferior to Cui Fu and was being thoroughly outmatched.
Thinking that if this continued, defeat was inevitable, Qin Hu's eyes flickered as he pulled out his phone and sent a message.
As a scion of the Qin family, if he were to lose today, it would be a monumental disgrace.
Therefore, Qin Hu began to call for reinforcements, preparing to summon a stronger expert. In any case, he had no intention of letting Cui Yue and Fu Piaoyao leave today.
The women he desired, regardless of their status or origin, had never escaped his grasp.
This record must not be broken today.
While Qin Hu's side was filled with a low atmosphere and grim expressions, Chu Fan's side was jubilant.
Initially, Cui Yue had worried that her father might not be a match for the opponent.
However, from the beginning until now, seeing Cui Fu consistently suppress the opponent, her worries finally subsided.
Fu Piaoyao also wore a smile, occasionally casting provocative glances at Qin Hu, as if to say, "Weren't you so spirited just now? Show me that spirit now."
Facing Fu Piaoyao's constant provocation, Qin Hu gritted his teeth so hard they ached.
Backed by the Qin family, he was accustomed to having his way. Yet, at this moment, because of Old Zhao, it felt as if he was being trampled on and rubbed into the ground, a deeply humiliating and uncomfortable experience.
Chu Fan's expression was calm. As the strongest individual present, he had long discerned that Cui Fu was using his opponent to practice his moves.
Since there was nothing urgent at the moment, he wasn't in a hurry to urge Cui Fu to end the fight quickly.
In the blink of an eye, ten minutes passed.
The state of the two combatants was vastly different.
Cui Fu was spirited and full of fighting intent, while Old Zhao's face was grim and his aura subdued.
If Qin Hu weren't still watching from nearby, he would have surrendered to Cui Fu immediately. He knew very well that continuing the fight would injure his foundation.
As someone who walked the path of martial arts, money could never compare to the path of strength.
If the Qin family didn't control desirable cultivation resources, a dignified Grandmaster wouldn't have stooped to being a thug for this second-generation rich kid, Qin Hu.
Bang...
With a powerful collision, the two separated again.
Old Zhao panted heavily, his eyes filled with contemplation.
Cui Fu, on the other hand, was beaming with joy.
He had gained a lot from this sparring session.
Seeing that continuing the prolonged fight would yield no further gains, Cui Fu took a deep breath and launched another attack, his offensive even fiercer than before.
"Stop!"
Sensing that his opponent had finally become serious and was initiating lethal moves, Old Zhao quickly retreated and called for a halt.
"I surrender!"
Old Zhao was forced to concede.
People are selfish. Old Zhao wouldn't foolishly fight himself into an injury when he knew the outcome.
Having followed Qin Hu for some time, he knew that Qin Hu wouldn't care about his injuries; he only cared about the result.
Moreover, having caused Qin Hu to lose face this time, his future days would surely be difficult.
Rather than fight to the point of injury and receive no gratitude, it was better to minimize the damage and preserve his skills.
"You dare!"
"Don't you dare surrender! Fight to the death if you have to!"
Qin Hu was utterly enraged, his face contorted as he roared and commanded, coercively forcing Old Zhao to fight desperately.
Old Zhao, who had already suppressed a considerable amount of anger, immediately turned and glared fiercely at Qin Hu.
"If you're so capable, then you fight! It's easy for you to talk when you're just standing there."
"Even if I die fighting today, would you pity me?"
"I suppose even if I died, you'd still curse me, wouldn't you?"
"You second-generation scion, I can't serve you anymore!"
Having vented his inner fury, Old Zhao immediately turned to leave, intending to seize the opportunity while there was still time to leave Nanyun City and find a secluded place to hide.
He knew Qin Hu's character all too well. Having made him lose face today and having cursed him, Qin Hu would inevitably use the Qin family's power to hunt him down afterwards.
Death, no one wanted it.
But finding a hidden place to live a peaceful life, Old Zhao felt, was not difficult.
"Stop him, beat him to death!"
"How dare you disobey my orders! Dismember him!"
Qin Hu, trembling with rage, commanded the other bodyguards. If he himself possessed the strength, he would have rushed forward and torn apart this useless man who had damaged his reputation.
Upon his command, none of the bodyguards moved. It wasn't that they didn't want to obey, but they clearly understood that Old Zhao was no ordinary person.
He was a martial artist.
Dare to obstruct him?
Were they tired of living?
"Hahaha..."
Fu Piaoyao couldn't help but burst into laughter, her tone filled with mockery.
"You are all useless! Utterly useless!"
Furious and agitated, Qin Hu cursed at the other bodyguards. They all lowered their heads, too lazy to pay attention to Qin Hu, who had completely revealed his ugly side after his failure.
They also lacked the strength to forge a path for themselves like Old Zhao, even after leaving.
As ordinary people, living under someone else's roof, if it weren't for the need to earn a living, they wouldn't endure such indignities.
"Oh my, who is this? What were you saying earlier?"
"Hahaha..."
With Chu Fan present, Fu Piaoyao did not shy away from exacerbating the situation, relentlessly provoking Qin Hu.
"Hmph!"
A cold snort suddenly echoed from the distance.