Winter days, the thin sunlight rose from the other end of the earth, casting its light on two figures. One was Wei Zidong, the rookie police officer from ZS city, and the other was the new instructor, Ye Qiu. The confrontation between the two had certainly caught the attention of everyone present. Seeing that she could not stop Wei Zidong’s challenge, Lin Qiao’er could only let him proceed. She tried to signal to Ye Qiu with her eyes, hoping he would show some mercy and not be too harsh on Wei Zidong. She didn’t believe that just because Ye Qiu had proposed the rule that moving one step would mean loss, he would surely lose. Would this man make a move without assurance? If a master of the late True Qi realm were to lose to Wei Zidong, the martial arts world would probably no longer exist. Wei Zidong made his move, incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, his fists and feet struck out, aimed straight at Ye Qiu’s abdomen. Wei Zidong revealed a smug smile; his move was a two-pronged strategy that forced Ye Qiu to defend, ensuring that if Ye Qiu had to block his attacks with both hands, he would have the chance to use the collision of their bodies to force Ye Qiu to move. That way, he could easily pressure Ye Qiu into stepping back. In an instant, Wei Zidong was almost witnessing the scene where Ye Qiu had no choice but to admit defeat. The attack had already been delivered. Ye Qiu casually raised his hand, Wei Zidong’s fist targeting the chest, and Ye Qiu’s hand reached out to grab it. As the two connected, Wei Zidong sneered, thinking since Ye Qiu was blocking his fist, he wouldn’t have time to block the kick below. Even if he couldn’t force Ye Qiu to move, it would still land on Ye Qiu’s body. Then, he could retreat, and the fierce series of attacks would certainly dazzle all onlookers. Thinking so, Wei Zidong put even more strength into his legs, aiming to hit Ye Qiu hard. "Take this kick!" Wei Zidong’s body spun mid-air, and he kicked out. This kick was quick, three times faster and fiercer than the punch, and its power was clearly extraordinary. "This new kid is quite formidable!" Among the onlookers in the back, a senior who had joined the police station at the same time as Lin Qiao’er was taken aback by Wei Zidong’s skill. "He’s not bad, among the rookies, he’s decent, but he’s challenging Instructor Ye, and that’s..." The one who spoke was Ming Wei, who often partnered with Lin Qiao’er. He had seen Ye Qiu practicing boxing and knew Ye Qiu was exceptionally skilled. So, as many people questioned Ye Qiu’s strength, he remained silent because he understood Ye Qiu’s prowess. Even a ’tigress’ like Lin Qiao’er didn’t stand a chance against Ye Qiu; considering what facing Ye Qiu would mean—ten times the consequences of offending Lin Qiao’er—he knew how ignorant his previous actions had been. As he expected, Wei Zidong’s kick landed on Ye Qiu’s calves. Though it felt like hitting an iron plate and numbed his foot, Wei Zidong didn’t think much of it. It might have been because of the cold in the early winter morning that his feet were not warm to begin with, so they were somewhat numb already. He neatly retracted his foot and landed steadily. Wei Zidong’s two-strike attack had ended, and although he hadn’t caused Ye Qiu to move an inch, he appeared spirited and full of fighting intent, clearly satisfied with his attack and not believing that Ye Qiu could continue to withstand his following attacks. Ye Qiu was unmoved, signaling Wei Zidong to continue. Wei Zidong was triumphant, everything was as he had imagined; other than Ye Qiu showing some solid lower body techniques, there didn’t seem to be anything impressive. This gave Wei Zidong greater confidence, and with an upright stance, he attacked once more. This time, Wei Zidong didn’t plan to retreat after a few quick moves but launched a relentless, overwhelming assault. In the eyes of the spectators, Wei Zidong’s figure was constantly changing directions, fists and feet colliding, raining down on Ye Qiu like a downpour. At first, they could see Ye Qiu blocking a few, but as Wei Zidong’s attack speed intensified, Ye Qiu couldn’t seem to keep up and was being hit at will. "It looks like Instructor Ye isn’t a match for Wei Zidong!" "Yeah, I counted just now, Wei Zidong threw thirty punches in one go, and ten of them landed on Instructor Ye. With this kind of beating, surely even Instructor Ye can’t take it." Lin Qiao’er frowned, thinking, "Ye Qiu, what exactly are you up to!" She knew full well that Ye Qiu was not using his true strength. However, since it was time to prove himself, he should at least show some attitude. Allowing Wei Zidong to punch and kick him as he wished, the respect others held for him as a new instructor was likely to dissipate in the blink of an eye. At this rate, the training would be for naught! Lin Qiao’er was furiously helpless about Ye Qiu’s refusal to show his true power, but at the same time, she feared that if Ye Qiu did use his full strength, Wei Zidong might end up dead, torn by her conflicting emotions. "Hey, have you noticed? Zidong’s attacks are pretty ferocious," someone remarked. "An ordinary person would have fallen by now from such a beating, but Instructor Ye, even though he’s getting hit more than he’s defending, hasn’t budged an inch. He doesn’t seem to have any intention of falling at all!" As someone pointed that out, everyone snapped to attention and looked closely. Sure enough, that seemed to be the case. Ye Qiu’s expression didn’t show any sign of pain; on the contrary, Wei Zidong’s brows drew closer together, and his attacks began to slow down. "Damn, Wei Zidong is running out of steam," someone exclaimed. Indeed, Wei Zidong had been punching and kicking incessantly and was now visibly exhausted. He had thought Ye Qiu was just persevering through willpower, but soon he realized he was wrong. No matter how he attacked, not a wrinkle formed on Ye Qiu’s brow. It appeared that he was dominating the match, but if his opponent didn’t fall and he collapsed first, it would be he who lost face. In the arena, Wei Zidong’s attacks slowed and eventually stopped. Gasping for air, he roared at Ye Qiu, "If you’re a man, stop cowering like a turtle, why won’t you fight back?" Ye Qiu replied with a faint smile, "Do you want me to make a move?" "Yes!" Wei Zidong nodded and lunged forward once more. This time, Ye Qiu no longer let Wei Zidong’s blows land on him. Just as Wei Zidong exhausted the last of his strength and prepared to hit Ye Qiu, suddenly, a palm fiercely appeared before his eyes. Everything went dark for Wei Zidong as he was sent flying away. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn N0veI.Fiɾe.net In a single move, Ye Qiu had thrown Wei Zidong flying without even using his true strength; he relied solely on his physical power. By now, Wei Zidong had no extra strength left to attack Ye Qiu. He had lost this challenge, but his defeat was not without resentment. Apart from the last move by Ye Qiu, which caught him off guard and he couldn’t defend against, Wei Zidong still didn’t acknowledge Ye Qiu’s strength. He believed that in his prime condition, he could have blocked Ye Qiu’s move. Unfortunately, Ye Qiu seemed to be wearing armor, impervious to damage, unmovable. Armor? That’s right—could it be that Ye Qiu was wearing something that blocked all his attacks? Thinking of this, Wei Zidong, who had already given up, suddenly saw a glimmer of hope to prove Ye Qiu was unqualified. "I don’t accept this—he must be wearing something, or else it’s impossible for him to withstand all my attacks," Wei Zidong shouted. Upon hearing this, just as everyone thought the challenge was over, Wei Zidong came up with this statement. People looked at each other. In the end, their gazes concentrated on Ye Qiu. Since Wei Zidong made the claim, only Ye Qiu could verify the truth. "Ye Qiu..." Lin Qiao’er also turned her gaze to Ye Qiu. Without a word, Ye Qiu placed a hand on his collar and then flung it, sending his clothes flying. On a cold winter morning, a body gleaming with a bronze hue was exposed to the air. Before everyone’s eyes, they saw a back covered in countless scars, some long, some deep, thickly clustered. They twined and intertwined like serpentine dragons, a shocking sight to behold. "This..." Upon witnessing this scene, Wei Zidong found himself speechless. Ye Qiu hadn’t worn any armor; he was clothed in just a thin layer of fabric. The muscles and scars on his body testified that this man had many stories to tell. For the first time, Ye Qiu displayed the scars on his body for others to see. "Have you all seen clearly?" "If there are still any doubts about my strength, step forward!" Ye Qiu’s words echoed across the foothills, firm and resonant. At that moment, no one doubted whether Ye Qiu was qualified, for his body of scars and muscles proved everything!