He's known Wei Xiang for years, a senior martial artist, much stronger than him. If even Wei Xiang says so, then this young man is evidently quite powerful, at least stronger in Wei Xiang's eyes.

When did Hedong City have such a young and powerful martial artist?

During the banquet, several familiar gazes turned his way.

Qian Yadong was stuck in place, his face turning alternately pale and flushed, caught in an embarrassing predicament.

He wanted to retreat, but to be driven away like that, under everyone's eyes, and to walk away in disgrace, where would he put his face? How could he face anyone in the future?

If it were someone smooth in handling affairs, they would have given him an easy way out long ago. Unfortunately, he was dealing with the hot-blooded Chen Shouyi.

Faced with this martial artist level weakling, he wouldn't accommodate him at all.

Chen Shouyi raised his chin, glanced at him with disdain, then turned to Wei Xiang and said, "When did you arrive?"

"Just arrived not long ago!" Wei Xiang glanced at Qian Yadong, holding a wine glass, and laughed.

Feeling the burning gazes all around, Qian Yadong stood there with a gloomy face, his facial muscles twitching, fluctuating between anger and calm, and that contemptuous gaze was like a fuse, igniting his rage entirely.

"Screw you!"

"Be careful!" At this moment, Wei Xiang suddenly said, but his body didn't move at all, his lips curling into an amused smile.

Beside him, Song Tingting was scared pale, about to scream.

Actually, without needing any reminder, Chen Shouyi had already sensed the movement behind him.

His expression turned cold, he suddenly spun around and delivered a whip kick, heavily hitting the figure charging at his back.

Qian Yadong came fast, but left even faster, flying four or five meters away, rolling on the ground a dozen times before crashing into the buffet table, finally coming to a stop.

He wobbily stood up, holding the table leg, golden stars in his eyes, and after taking a few steps, his body went limp, clutching the tablecloth, he slid to the ground, scattering seafood all over the place.

The crowd, originally just watching the commotion, suddenly erupted in shock, their faces filled with astonishment.

A moment later, a familiar martial artist came over to help Qian Yadong up, glanced at Chen Shouyi. When Chen Shouyi's gaze swept over, he quickly avoided eye contact, not daring to look again.

He helped Qian Yadong towards the door, seemingly prepared to take him to the hospital.

Wei Xiang looked slightly surprised and said, "You've grown stronger."

"Just made a bit of progress." Chen Shouyi withdrew his gaze, picked up a plate, pierced a piece of lamb chop, and put it in his mouth.

Earlier, he didn't use full force with that whip kick, and before hitting, he pulled back more than half of his strength. If it were for real, with that kick, how could Qian Yadong stand up again, his head would have already exploded.

Song Tingting stood beside him, dumbfounded, heart pounding, her face flushed red.

Wasn't senior just a martial artist apprentice, how did he manage to kick the mysterious, powerful martial artist flying?

It looked like he kicked him, right!

She didn't see it clearly, only saw her senior's body move slightly, and the other party flew away.

"Tingting, why are you still here, it's already late, we should head back!" At this moment, Song Qiran finally snapped back to his senses, hurried a few steps, grabbing Song Tingting's arm.

Earlier, he ran into a few old friends, couldn't avoid chatting for a while, letting Song Tingting wander around randomly, didn't expect her to join where it was lively. He should have known that these martial artists were full of vigor and would start fighting at the slightest disagreement, he wouldn't have brought Tingting along.

"Dad, it's still early, I want to stay a bit longer." Song Tingting shook off Song Qiran's hand and said.

"Didn't you just say you were bored and wanted to leave?" Song Qiran said, bewildered.

At this point, Chen Shouyi heard their conversation, turned around politely, and said, "Oh, hello, Uncle."

"Oh, hello, hello." Song Qiran, not daring to neglect, quickly extended his hand.

How could he not recognize this person, wasn't this the young martial artist who just knocked the opponent down? Initially, he thought someone so young and already a martial artist must be arrogant and flamboyant, with a cold attitude, but unexpectedly, he was actually quite polite.

Hmm? Why does he look a bit familiar, like I've seen him somewhere before.

However, he didn't plan to chat more. After today's events, he decided to stay respectful and distant from this kind of person, way too violent.

"Then we'll take our leave first, Tingting, let's go!" Song Qiran said.

Beside him, Song Tingting was clutching her skirt tightly, trying to remain calm, afraid to expose anything in front of her father. On hearing this, she quickly said, "Okay, let's go back."

She thought it's better to leave now, anyway, there would be plenty of opportunities to meet later on.

...

Song Tingting and her father left quickly.

"No wonder! That girl is quite pretty, just a bit too young." Wei Xiang laughed and then realized: "Oops, sorry, I forgot about your age!"

Chen Shouyi gloomily took a sip of coke: "Don't compare me to you."

"You're not still a virgin, right?" Wei Xiang gave him an odd glance.

Chen Shouyi paused slightly: "Can we not have this boring conversation."

"I know quite a few women here who are famous socialites, pretty open-minded, they won't require you to commit, and they really like fresh martial artists like you. How about I introduce a few to you?" Wei Xiang lowered his voice and said.

"Get lost!"

"Then I'm heading over there first, enjoy your meal by yourself." Wei Xiang chuckled and said.

Wei Xiang's tall and strong build was like a giant, intimidating, and unapproachable. Once Wei Xiang left, Zhao Qing cautiously came over, looking at Chen Shouyi in surprise: "You're also a martial artist?"

"What's so strange about that, aren't there quite a few martial artists here?" Chen Shouyi said as he ate.

"Then I must have been blind not to recognize you. Let's get to know each other again, I'm Zhao Qing." Zhao Qing extended her hand, her attitude no longer as casual as before.

"Chen Shouyi!" He extended his hand and shook hers.

Seeing that Chen Shouyi's attitude towards her didn't change from before, showing no signs of the fierce arrogance during the fight, Zhao Qing relaxed.

Her alluring eyes observed him curiously, unable to resist asking: "Your body doesn't look like a martial artist at all, I thought you were an ordinary person. Aren't martial artists usually very muscular?"

"Maybe I was born a bit lean." Chen Shouyi explained.

In fact, he wasn't that lean. Among ordinary people, he counted as being on the stronger side of normal, but compared to those other martial artists, he was still lacking.

Perhaps it's due to his balanced physical attributes, with agility and strength highly aligned, his muscles appeared tight and compact, densely packed like twisted steel wires, not protruding like those of typical martial artists, lacking that visual sense of pressure.

Following this, the two conversed casually.

After ten or so minutes, Chen Shouyi took a towel from a server's tray and wiped his mouth: "I'm full, I'll leave now."

"I'm leaving too, let's go together!" Zhao Qing got up and said.

The two of them exited the hotel.

"Didn't you drive here?" Zhao Qing asked, seeing Chen Shouyi heading straight for the taxi in front.

"I still can't drive." Chen Shouyi said.

Thinking to himself, he must get a driver's license someday, not having a car is too inconvenient.

"How about I give you a ride?" Zhao Qing suggested, her eyes twinkling.

"Thanks, no need." Chen Shouyi said.

It would be too troublesome for her!

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