"Hmph! Ignorant brat."
Gong Guoshun refused to admit defeat and, in his rage, threw another punch at Ning Beichen.
His fist carried an invisible, colorless qi, indicating that Gong Guoshun was a master of both internal and external cultivation, by no means someone with a false reputation.
With a *bang*.
Fist met fist, and both retreated again.
Ning Beichen took three steps back, Gong Guoshun took two.
However, Ning Beichen's expression was relaxed, while Gong Guoshun's was grave.
"This kid's strength is incredible, to be able to block my punch."
Gong Guoshun was greatly shocked.
His punch earlier had used at least twenty years of his cultivation. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this punch could split a marble pillar in two.
It contained over twenty years of his painstakingly cultivated internal energy.
Let alone a young man, even an elephant couldn't withstand this punch.
But Gong Guoshun couldn't show his shock, as the princess was watching him from behind.
Gong Guoshun practiced Heqi Quan, a branch of internal martial arts inherited from an ancient Eastern country. It combined with Aikido and, after more than a hundred years of evolution, became the Heqi Quan of today.
This was a martial art that cultivated both internal and external aspects, possessing great power. Gong Guoshun's current standing was also attributed to his Heqi Quan.
It was a shame, however, that he had encountered Ning Beichen.
Gong Guoshun's feet shifted, and he used both fists, launching a storm-like attack at Ning Beichen.
He refused to believe that a man half his age could be so formidable. Even if the opponent was also a master of both internal and external cultivation, there was no way his skill could surpass his own.
Ning Beichen intended to spar with Gong Guoshun, so he suppressed his own cultivation to match Gong Guoshun's, and they began fighting in the room.
Gong Guoshun was a martial artist with decades of experience, very seasoned. But no matter how seasoned he was, he couldn't compare to Ning Yanwang.
Therefore, his storm-like attack was a joke in Ning Beichen's eyes.
True martial artists never pursued flashy moves; defeating the enemy should be as simple as possible. If one could fight standing, there was no need to jump. If one could land a punch, there was no need for fancy footwork.
Those flashy techniques were only for performances or movies. In reality, Ning Beichen had already proven through his own scars that these things were useless.
These superfluous movements only wasted your energy and served no other purpose.
However, Gong Guoshun didn't realize this. Perhaps in his understanding, such a concept didn't exist. His storm-like attack couldn't even touch Ning Beichen and only served to exhaust his energy.
Ning Beichen, on the other hand, only needed one kick.
As Gong Guoshun was panting to catch his breath, Ning Beichen simply used a move called "Rabbit Kicking Eagle," kicking him directly in the chest and sending him flying.
Gong Guoshun crashed heavily onto the floor, spitting a mouthful of blood.
Ning Beichen's "Rabbit Kicking Eagle" was executed with extreme precision and timing, almost knocking the wind out of him.
However, Gong Guoshun was only injured, not incapacitated.
He quickly got up from the ground, but it was clear he was not in good condition. Ning Beichen's kick to his chest had undoubtedly hurt.
This was still because Ning Beichen had suppressed his power. If Ning Beichen had unleashed his full might, that kick would have sent him straight to the underworld.
Gong Guoshun's gaze flickered towards the princess's displeasure, and he quickly forced himself to stand up. Knowing he couldn't match Ning Beichen in unarmed combat, he unhesitatingly grabbed a long saber from inside the room.
What nonsense about fairness? Only children cared about fairness. Adults only understood one kind of fairness: I win, you lose.
*Swish, swish, swish.*
Gong Guoshun swung the saber at Ning Beichen three times, each strike aimed at a vital point.
Ning Beichen dodged flexibly. No matter how arrogant he was, he wouldn't be foolish enough to think his fists could block a sharp blade.
With the saber in hand, Gong Guoshun's attacks became more sweeping, swinging at Ning Beichen with almost every strike aimed at a fatal angle.
Ning Beichen had no weapon. He had one in the box he brought, but there was no opportunity to retrieve it now.
However, Ning Beichen wasn't flustered. Although Gong Guoshun had a saber, his swordsmanship was clearly not very good, relying on only a few basic chops and parries.
This was also understandable. In modern society, very few people dedicated themselves to practicing swordsmanship.
After all, you couldn't openly carry a long saber around without attracting trouble.
As Gong Guoshun brought his saber down.
Ning Beichen clapped his hands together, catching Gong Guoshun's blade. With a twist of his arms, an irresistible force, spinning with power, was transferred to Gong Guoshun's hand.
Gong Guoshun, still holding the hilt, hadn't even reacted before he felt his hand being twisted as if in a blender. The bones were broken by this immense force, and even the sleeve of his clothes was shattered by the impact.
Gong Guoshun cried out in pain and hastily let go of the saber. But it was too late. His entire right hand had bent and deformed, his bones broken.
Ning Beichen seized the opportunity, flicking the fallen saber with his foot. The saber flipped over, and its blade pierced through Gong Guoshun's body.
It penetrated about ten centimeters before Ning Beichen used his other foot to kick the hilt.
*Whoosh.*
The blood-red blade emerged from Gong Guoshun's back, and a large amount of blood dripped onto the floor.
Gong Guoshun probably never dreamed he would die here, at the hands of a stranger, and he didn't even know who had sent this young man.
After Ning Beichen confirmed Gong Guoshun had lost his life, he took out his phone, snapped a photo, and then turned to the woman in the room, nodding friendly.
"Don't worry, it was just a personal grievance. I won't harm you in the slightest."
The princess inside was somewhat stunned. She had lost the composure she had at the beginning, as she never expected Gong Guoshun to be defeated. She had believed this young man who had suddenly burst in was destined to be nothing more than a corpse at Gong Guoshun's hands.
But Gong Guoshun was dead, killed easily by this young man right before her eyes.
"I... I won't tell anyone."
The princess replied with fear in her eyes.
She dared to berate Gong Guoshun because she knew he wouldn't dare to do anything to her. No matter how prestigious Gong Guoshun was outside, in front of her, he was like a dog.