Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 1092: Origins

Ding Busan, a renowned figure in the martial world for many years and a well-known expert in the unorthodox path, possessed incredibly rich combat experience. Seeing the opponent’s strange acupoint striking technique, he worried the man might have some sophisticated moves, so he attacked with internal force from the outset.

In Ding Busan’s view, this young man, even with strange techniques, couldn’t be faked in terms of internal force. He would use his decades of accumulated internal force to overcome skill and catch him off guard.

Who knew the opponent would directly blow back his smoke arrow, imbued with True Qi, with a single breath? This internal force was clearly far superior to his own!

Fortunately, Ding Busan was experienced and always held back his strength in his attacks. With a twist of his waist in mid-air, he forcefully dodged the smoke arrow he had exhaled. With a flick of his wrist, his pipe struck Song Qingshu’s chest acupoint at an extremely strange angle.

Song Qingshu was unfazed. Although his opponent’s move was ruthless and cunning, it wouldn’t faze him. He flicked his wrist, intending to deflect the pipe, just like Ding had with his dagger.

However, after striking the pipe, a burst of sparks suddenly appeared before his eyes. Ding Busan, as if anticipating this, used the sparks to obscure Song Qingshu’s vision, grabbing Cheng Yaojia and leaping to bring her back to his side.

Ding Busan was extremely experienced in combat. Realizing that his opponent’s martial arts were superior, he immediately made a decision. The grand attack on Song Qingshu was merely a smokescreen; capturing Cheng Yaojia was his true objective.

Song Qingshu couldn’t help but regret his carelessness. With his increasing martial arts skills, he had underestimated the heroes of the world. Just as he was about to rush forward to rescue Cheng Yaojia, Ding Busan shouted sharply, “Don’t come any closer, or I’ll snap her neck!” He placed his hand on Cheng Yaojia’s neck as he spoke.

“The Ding family’s grappling techniques are indeed as renowned as they seem,” Song Qingshu thought to himself, secretly admiring them. Although he had fallen for their trap, the fact that they could snatch Cheng Yaojia from his grasp in the blink of an eye was no small feat, given the Ding family’s exquisite grappling skills. They had captured Cheng Yaojia with effortless grace, leaving Song Qingshu no time to intervene.

“Hehe, my Black Fiend Palm is also famous throughout the martial world. If I press this on this little lady’s back, no matter how high your martial arts are, you won’t be able to save her,” Ding Busan said smugly.

Seeing Ding Busan holding Cheng Yaojia by the neck with one hand and subtly pressing his other hand on her back, Song Qingshu frowned and fell silent.

“You brat, quickly release my granddaughter’s pressure points, or I won’t be polite,” Ding Busan said, also deeply wary of Song Qingshu’s martial arts prowess. He knew that his earlier move was merely a trick, and if it happened again, he would be no match for him.

“Alright.” To Ding Busan’s surprise, Song Qingshu didn’t haggle; instead, he readily agreed, smiling at him and revealing a set of pearly white teeth.

However, Ding Busan’s years of experience wandering the martial world made him subconsciously feel something was amiss, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Just as he was about to impose some conditions on the other party, his eyes suddenly widened, because Song Qingshu had vanished into thin air.

Ding Busan blinked instinctively, thinking he had misread it. After all, he had been on high alert the other party the whole time and hadn’t seen his clothes move at all. How could he have disappeared?

A master’s instinct sent a chill down his spine. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly froze, because his acupoints had been sealed.

“Your grappling skills are quite good, but my Qinggong isn’t bad either.” Song Qingshu stepped out from behind Ding Busan and pulled Cheng Yaojia into his arms. “Madam, what do you think I should do with these two?”

Cheng Yaojia, still shaken, was about to answer when Ding Busan shouted, “Fourth brother, my grandson and I are being bullied here, and you’re just watching the show?!”

A hearty laugh rang out: “Who said I was watching the show? I just wanted to see if your martial arts have improved lately.” Then, an ugly but somewhat simple-minded old man jumped down from a nearby tavern.

Song Qingshu carefully examined him, thinking that this must be Ding Busan’s younger brother, Ding Busi. 

These two brothers, one kind-faced yet treacherous and ruthless, the other ugly and vicious yet honest and straightforward, were truly a pair of oddities. 

Ding Busan’s face flushed. He and his brother had been fiercely competitive since childhood, fighting for decades over whose martial arts were superior. Seeing his brother’s embarrassing defeat was incredibly shameful. Unwilling to admit defeat to his brother, he shouted, “You’re just distracting me! If I’m distracted, I’ll get ambushed. What bad luck!”

Ding Busi chuckled, “Then I’ll leave right away. You can focus on your fight.” Turning to Ding, he said, “Your grandfather always boasts about his martial arts, claiming to be invincible, even better than your fourth grandfather. Now, open your eyes wide and watch closely. See how your grandfather, with just his bare hands, will beat someone until they withdraw their swords, kneel, and beg for mercy. Haha, haha!” His laughter was strange and unpleasant, making many onlookers feel a ringing in their ears.

Song Qingshu found it amusing but wasn’t in a hurry to fight. He just wanted to see what the brothers could do. 

Ding Busan roared, “Fourth brother, what are you laughing at?”

Ding Busi chuckled, “I’m laughing at you!”

Ding Busan retorted angrily, “What are you laughing at? What’s so funny?”

Ding Busi said, “I’m laughing at your lifelong competitiveness; when you’re in trouble, you always rely on your brothers to lend you a hand.”

Ding Busan retorted angrily, “That pretty boy is my junior! If I didn’t value my status, I would have killed him with a single blow. What trouble do I have? Who needs your help? You’d be better off carrying a wine jug or a chamber pot!”

“Grandpa~” Seeing the two arguing so vehemently, Ding Bai rolled his eyes, nearly going crazy with worry. Ding Busan, realizing his predicament, looked rather grim and snorted, “Alright, enough nonsense. Even I can’t beat this kid, so you’re no match for him either. Go back and get Dian-ge’er.”

Ding Busi, who had been smiling, suddenly flew into a rage upon hearing this: “What do you mean you can’t beat him, but I can’t? I’ll show you who’s truly superior!”

With that, he roared and pounced on Song Qingshu, leaving Song Qingshu speechless.

Before the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea was up, the roaring stopped abruptly. 

Seeing that Ding Busi had also been struck in an acupoint, Ding Busan grinned from ear to ear: “Tsk tsk tsk, at least I managed to snatch someone back from him. How many moves did you even last? Hahaha, now it’s obvious who’s superior between us.”

Despite the unfavorable situation, Ding Busan, used to bickering with his brothers, couldn’t help but gloat. 

“Bullsh!t, bullsh!t!” Ding Busi’s old face flushed red as he glared fiercely at Song Qingshu. “You brat, I was careless just now. If you’re so capable, release my pressure points and fight me again. I still have many superior martial arts techniques I haven’t used yet.”

“Fourth Grandfather~” Ding almost fainted, thinking that with two such lovable grandfathers, she didn’t know what sins she had committed in his past life.

Song Qingshu ignored him, instead looking at Ding Busi and asking with a serious expression, “Is the Dian Ge’er you mentioned earlier also surnamed Ding?”

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