By this time, Brother Junhao had already been helped up to stand, his expression was considerably shocked. At the same time, a severe pain in his abdomen made even speaking seem strenuous.

However, Qin Fang had just knocked a Taekwondo instructor's leg with his move, which he saw more clearly than anyone else, and had also realized that he was by no means a match for Qin Fang.

"Who am I? Just a friend of Miss Li Enhui's, as I already said..."

As for those Koreans, Qin Fang had nothing good to say about them. Previously, they acted all haughty as if they commanded the skies and were second to the heavens. But once their "Emperor's New Clothes" were stripped away, they were just ordinary mortals who could also feel fear and terror...

Brother Junhao's complexion looked terrible. He glanced at Li Enhui standing beside Qin Fang, his eyes shimmering with a strange light, pondering something.

"Brother Junhao, I came for Uncle Liu..."

Confronted with such an awkward situation, Li Enhui finally broke her silence and stepped forward to explain the reason for her visit.

"My father went out to meet friends..."

Brother Junhao's face twisted unpleasantly, the look he gave Qin Fang was filled with fear, dread, and a bit of resentment... However, his reaction towards Li Enhui wasn't unfavorable. When Li Enhui said this, he snorted as a response.

"So, when can Uncle Liu be expected back?"

Li Enhui's face dimmed slightly and her eyebrows furrowed as she asked another question.

"It's hard to say, he might return soon or perhaps not until tomorrow..."

Under normal circumstances, Brother Junhao would have likely said he would return soon and invited Li Enhui to stay and have tea while waiting, just so he could spend some good time with the beauty.

But today, that clearly wouldn't work. His self-perceived strong martial prowess had suffered such a blow in front of Qin Fang, losing tremendous face. He dared not keep Qin Fang here any longer. The mere sight of him was infuriating, yet he was no match for him—his frustration was overwhelming, dampening even his interest in flirting.

"If that's the case, I won't disturb any further. Let Mr. Xian Jun's medical expenses be on me then... I have other matters and must be going! When Uncle Liu returns, could Brother Junhao give him my regards?"

Hearing that the person she was looking for might not return any time soon, Li Enhui didn't hesitate and was ready to leave. Of course, she wouldn't forget that Qin Fang had broken a Taekwondo instructor's leg, and she readily took on the responsibility for the medical expenses since money was not a concern for her.

Qin Fang also didn't want to argue with Li Enhui about this. It was just a small amount of money, after all, neither he nor Li Enhui, nor even the present Brother Junhao, would care much about it...

Moreover, Qin Fang wasn't very fond of this place and had injured someone. Even though he was the justified party, seeing so many people around him looking with hostile eyes made him quite uncomfortable.

Beating up everyone here was obviously impractical, so it was better to leave this place sooner...

"Miss Enhui, take care, no need to see you out!"

Brother Junhao's abdomen was still in pain, the kick from Qin Fang had caused him significant distress, and he was far from completely recovered, so he no longer thought of seeing Li Enhui off.

Li Enhui didn't mind. She linked arms with Qin Fang, much like when she arrived, and the two of them left the Taekwondo Dojang as if nobody else was there.

"Hold on!"

Yet, they hadn't even reached the dojang's main entrance when a forceful voice sounded from ahead, and they also saw a dignified-looking middle-aged man walking in from outside.

"Father!"

"Uncle Liu!"

Seeing this man appear, both Brother Junhao and Li Enhui beside Qin Fang called out, and Qin Fang then knew the identity of the newcomer.

The newcomer was naturally Brother Junhao's father, Li Enhui's relative, and also deputy head of this martial arts pavilion.

"I am Liu Xianhe, and I haven't asked your name..."

The middle-aged man strode up to Qin Fang,stopping about two meters in front of him. His eyes, gleaming with a golden light, fixed on Qin Fang while also scrutinizing him discreetly.

After a short while, Mr. Liu Xianhe bowed politely to Qin Fang and asked,

This change of demeanor astounded Li Enhui, Liu Junhao, and the other instructors from the Taekwondo Dojang nearby because since they had opened this dojang in the bustling bar district of the Capital City, Deputy Pavilion Master Liu Xianhe had rarely shown such courtesy to anyone.

Whether family members of Liu Xianhe or staff of the Taekwondo Dojang, they were all quite familiar with the Deputy Pavilion Master's temperament.

Having the Taekwondo Dojang located on this lively bar street of the Capital City also showcased its substantial backing. As the Deputy Pavilion Master and the actual manager, Liu Xianhe held some standing. Even some of the Capital City's officials were very polite to him.

Yet, Liu Xianhe was seldom so courteous to those officials, not even to ministerial leaders...

However, there was one type of person who could garner Liu Xianhe's respect: powerful martial artists, specifically those no weaker than Liu Xianhe himself.

Only such individuals could draw such a gesture from Liu Xianhe.

"Could it be..."

Seeing Liu Xianhe's reaction, everyone turned towards the composed Qin Fang, all harboring a thought they dared not believe.

Even though they were reluctant to accept it, they all knew Qin Fang was far stronger than any of them. Liu Junhao, currently clutching his stomach in pain, and the unfortunate brother with a broken leg wailing on the side, served as the best proof.

"Qin Fang!"

In any case, given the other party's manner, Qin Fang could not respond without any acknowledgment. He thus introduced himself, which he would have done regardless, as Liu Junhao would likely have informed his father either way.

"The name is Qin..."

Hearing Qin Fang's response, Liu Xianhe furrowed his brow, seemingly lost in deep thought about the name and the surname.

However, after thinking for quite some time, he still couldn't recall any Martial Arts Clan with the surname Qin, familiar as he was with only a few sects and clans.

Yet after hesitating for a moment, Liu Xianhe still inquired, "May I ask, Mr. Qin, under which sect or master were you apprenticed?"

"Ninghai, Cai's Xingyi Fist!"

Qin Fang did not hide this information, believing that since a feud had already been initiated, whether Liu Xianhe sought retribution or wished to move past it, Qin Fang could not disgrace his sect's reputation.

"Cai's Xingyi Fist? So you are a disciple of Master Cai, my apologies for the oversight..."

Having failed to recall any Martial Arts Clans with the surname Qin earlier, but upon hearing about Cai's Xingyi Fist, Liu Xianhe instantly understood and his gaze towards Qin Fang filled with even greater respect.

"You are too courteous, Pavilion Master Liu..."

Qin Fang also returned the gesture with a cupped-fist salute, responding very politely.

The Liu Xianhe before him clearly had better judgment than his son Liu Junhao, at least not treating Qin Fang as some insignificant figure.

This might have been because Liu Xianhe's capabilities had reached Level 5. Although unable to gauge Qin Fang's exact strength as straightforwardly as Qin Fang could, Liu Xianhe could definitely sense Qin Fang's might.

Besides, Qin Fang had his own lineage; Cai's Xingyi Fist might not be considered an especially prestigious heritage domestically, but Master Cai was, after all, a Grandmaster-level Expert...

Considering that the number of Taekwondo Grandmasters in Korea barely reached a handful, each one holding considerable influence, how could Liu Xianhe possibly overlook Qin Fang, a direct disciple of Master Cai? (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote and provide monthly support. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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