"I made a mistake..."

Qin Hao felt extremely guilty and wanted to pull Butterfly over as well, but found that one hand was not enough.

Just as he was about to reach for the needle in the other hand, Qin Ling stood up and clapped: "You're being careless with your body again!"

Seeing the girl in a fit of anger, Qin Hao didn't dare to be reckless, raised his hand and said, "Um, the needle is too tight, let's loosen it a bit."

"Not proper!"

After crying for a while and letting out her emotions, Qin Ling's mood improved slightly, and she spat out a curse, returning almost to her usual state.

Qin Hao was very happy and replicated the method by vigorously rubbing Qin Ling's waist and lower area.

"Brother, don't do this!"

Qin Ling's face turned red, reverting to her usual girlish state.

Qin Hao was overjoyed inside, filled with pride: Indeed, dealing with women, rubbing is the hard truth!

After some rubbing, the grievances of the two girls dissipated, sitting on the bedside, red-faced as if having just gone through a spring breeze baptism.

"Brother, you mustn't do this anymore in the future..."

Even though conquered, Qin Ling still stubbornly muttered.

Butterfly added: "Even if you go to dangerous places, you must take us with you!"

"Right!"

Qin Ling raised her pink fist in agreement.

"Alright, alright, no matter where I go in the future, I'll take both of you with me, is that okay now..."

Helplessly, Qin Hao could only throw out a promise without credibility.

"Hm, that's more like it."

Only then did the two girls nod proudly.

...

While Qin Hao was enjoying sweetness in the hospital room, Zhengheng Martial Arts Hall in Shanghai was bustling with enthusiasm.

"Beat him to death, Chairman Yang must beat him to death!"

"Chairman Yang is invincible worldwide, surely won't lose to the little demons!"

"Mr. Yang is out, brothers, shout quickly!"

"Mr. Yang is invincible! Mr. Yang, go for it!"

On the surrounding stands, the crowd enthusiastically called out a name.

The person dressed in Zhongshan suit, with an oily hairstyle, looked very much like an intellectual from the Republican era.

This person's appearance was cultured, yet every move was filled with sharpness, seemingly walking calmly, but every step left a heavy print, as though stepping on everyone's hopes.

This move, undoubtedly belonging to a Martial Arts expert, was indeed true, his real identity was none other than Yang Dingtian, Chairman of the Shanghai Martial Arts Association!

As Yang Dingtian came from the aisle onto the arena, there was a roar of cheers all around.

The citizens, lacking powerful strength, unable to personally resist the enemy, however, they could contribute with enthusiastic cheer and faith.

Thinking of that Japanese old man's terrifying aspect, every heart was heavy, yet the cheering grew more resounding.

"Chairman Yang, you must win!"

Among the crowd's thousands of cheers, a voice of encouragement entered his ears, Yang Dingtian smiled with confidence, putting quite a few at ease.

Snap.

On the other side of the aisle, an elderly man slowly emerged. He wore a warrior suit from Japan, footed with cotton socks and wooden clogs, walking silently but heavily, making everyone involuntarily breathe weightily, body and soul laden with heaviness, forgetting the act of calling out.

As a result, the entire martial arts hall unbeknownst settled into quiet.

When the elderly man walked to the center of the arena, facing Yang Dingtian from afar, the crowd's heavy feeling dissipated, due to fear, they began wildly shouting again.

"Hey you little neon, stop putting on airs, watch Chairman Yang clean you into a mess!"

"Chairman Yang, beat this old man dead!"

"Chairman Yang, go for it, Huaxia's hope rests on you!"

Yang Dingtian appeared confident and gentle in smiles, yet internally bitter beyond compare.

Beijing's nine grand masters were mostly ill-suited, Shanghai's twelve Celestial Kings were defeated too, the opponent's whatever strength and sword momentum broke through the heavens, even as the Martial Arts Association Chairman, there was no resistance!?

Despite Yang Dingtian's confidence of surpassing those venerable names, that would only be a conclusion after a fierce struggle.

Unlike the present old man, handling any expert with a single slash?

Upon hearing the challenge from the opponent, Yang Dingtian was actually fearfully helpless, twenty years ago the man had been renowned worldwide, now returned with vigor, not only defeating numerous masters from Beijing and Shanghai, boldly proclaiming the declined state of Huaxia Martial Arts.

This arrogant person, everyone would wish to ruthlessly beat.

However, after witnessing the opponent's moves, Yang Dingtian did not have a shred of confidence in winning, not a shred!

But no choice, in Jianghu, many matters are beyond one's control.

For instance, when the masses require you, you must step up, even knowing it's a death sentence!

To preserve honor, to avoid being scorned by martial artists, Yang Dingtian came to face the man who terrified him.

"Master Yiqing School, you've arrived."

Not knowing what to say, Yang Dingtian could only suppress the bitterness within, opening with a smile.

Yet, addressing him as master already exposed his fearful mindset.

Yiqing School's expression unchanged, seemingly deaf to surrounding curses, calmly said: "Chairman Yang, no need to be tense."

"I'm not tense, you misunderstood, Master."

Yang Dingtian maintained his smile, yet sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Hit him, hit him dead, Chairman Yang!"

"Right, finish the little demon!"

Two shouting voices drifted over, Yang Dingtian's smile slightly awkward, Yiqing School mildly shook his head: "Is everyone in Huaxia so good at trash talk?"

"Little demon, don't be arrogant, watch Chairman Yang handle you!"

"Just show off for these few seconds, see what happens when Chairman Yang acts!"

Another round of mockery surged in, Yiqing School helplessly shook his head: "Sometimes, I truly wish to kill this bunch of fools."

As a master, receiving utmost respect in Neon, everyone upon seeing him must bow. Those learning sword must perform kneeling rites.

Yet in China, no matter how many victories he achieves, always faced with taunting and insults.

"Sigh, quickly resolve him, so I can leave this troublesome place."

Yiqing School spoke with a sorrowful face, Yang Dingtian's heart skipped "him", hearing colleagues from Beijing say Yiqing School came to Huaxia for some unparalleled expert, seems that matter is true.

Then logically thinking, am I really, as colleagues say, just Yiqing School's sharpening stone?

"Dare ask, Master, who is 'he' that earns such value from you!"

Yang Dingtian was quite agitated, being Shanghai's top expert, ranking among the best in all Huaxia.

Yet, Yiqing School wouldn't even glance his way, what he spoke and thought all about "him".

Yiqing School did not respond, rather looked at Yang Dingtian meaningfully, "Chairman Yang, you may act."

"What?"

Yang Dingtian did not foresee Yiqing School saying this, filled with grievance, not answering is one thing, yet filled with ridicule wanting me to act first?

Though he feared, not a strawbag, anger brewing, one fist saturating Inner Strength.

"Zhengyang Killing Fist!"

Yang Dingtian's voice dispersed, fist suddenly striking, although far apart, emitting fiery Fist Qi charging at Yiqing School.

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