Every one of these people was from Jianghu, and moreover, high-level members within it. They were all experts when it came to brawls and fights, able to turn anything they got their hands on into a weapon and would call it into service against their opponents.

Fights are contagious. Originally, there was only an exchange of harsh words with Qin Chong, but now they came to blows with him. Since people were already throwing punches, no one cared whether it was the Sharks or the crocodiles anymore. A crowd surrounded Qin Chong and threw punches at him while his people also charged in, turning the whole platform into a chaotic brawl.

Fighting on the platform, fighting under it—some sects seeing allies getting beaten would join the fray to help. These affairs of the sects were inherently complicated, with enemies and friends within their folds. Each sect believed they were the mightiest, and when one moved to fight, the others would follow suit. In no time, the whole bar erupted into violence.

At this point, the situation was too chaotic; it was impossible to distinguish who was in which group. In any case, as soon as you saw someone from the opposing side, you'd start fighting. Tables, chairs, and bottles flew across the bar amid the chaos, and blood flowed everywhere.

Zhou Jian was somewhat dazed, unsure of what was going on. He stood next to Ling Zhenfei, on guard against the people around him, ready to join the fight at any moment.

"Go out to the door and shout that the boss is getting beaten up and we need people fast," someone said.

"But we didn't bring anyone with us," Zhou Jian replied, somewhat at a loss.

"Don't worry about it, just shout. There will definitely be people who will come in." Ling Zhenfei, having eavesdropped on the conversations of those bosses, knew that many had laid ambushes at the door. As long as someone shouted, it wouldn't matter which boss was getting attacked—surely many would rush in. The more chaotic the situation, the better.

"Alright, I'll give it a try."

Zhou Jian ran out, while Ling Zhenfei found a relatively safe place to watch the situation unfold in the bar. Almost everyone there had gotten involved in the fight. They were all from Jianghu, and there were always conflicts among the different sects. Now, as sworn enemies came face to face, the fights were especially fierce.

Suddenly, feeling a cold breeze behind him, Ling Zhenfei quickly dodged to the side, and a wine bottle flew past where he had been standing.

Startled, Ling Zhenfei didn't expect someone to sneak attack him. He turned around and saw Liang Tian charging at him.

"Kid, do you remember me?"

Ling Zhenfei laughed, "Last time you ended up vomiting blood and almost knelt down to kowtow to me. How could I forget?"

Upon hearing Ling Zhenfei's words, Liang Tian was close to exploding with rage. He grabbed a wine bottle and hurled it at Ling Zhenfei.

"Kid, you got lucky that day. Messing with the Three Killers Club doesn't end well."

"Is that so? But I feel like I'm still doing quite well for myself," Ling Zhenfei said, his face brimming with a teasing smile as he casually dodged Liang Tian's attack. In truth, Liang Tian was no match for him now. After their last fight, Ling Zhenfei had successfully broken through to the Zhiyi state. If previously Liang Tian could still exchange a few moves with him, now he would be instantly defeated.

Ling Zhenfei didn't use his killing technique on Liang Tian right away. Of course, he did so to conceal his strength—when wandering through Jianghu, it was always good to keep a card up one's sleeve.

"Ling Zhenfei, go to hell!"

As Liang Tian spoke, he leapt up like a large bird taking flight. The bottle in his hand suddenly shattered into countless shards, which, as if guided by a homing device, flew swiftly towards Ling Zhenfei with astonishing force.

"A new technique, interesting!"

Ling Zhenfei stood in place without moving, waving his arm so a barrier of spiritual qi formed in front of him. The shards of glass, hitting the barrier, seemed to penetrate cotton. With a flick of his right hand, the barrier in front of him vibrated, sending the shards of glass flying back towards Liang Tian.

Liang Tian was shocked and quickly tried to imitate Ling Zhenfei by forming a Spiritual Qi Wall in front of him. However, just as the wall formed, the glass shards pierced through it, striking Liang Tian.

"Ouch!"

Liang Tian screamed in agony, blood oozing from his wounds, unable to hold back the pained cries.

The fight between Ling Zhenfei and Liang Tian was brief, with a victor quickly decided, yet it was still noted by those with ulterior motives.

"Young man, that's some good kung fu!"

Before Ling Zhenfei could even indulge in his moment of triumph, Zhu Qiang had already appeared before him.

"You flatter me, I was only protecting myself."

Once again facing Zhu Qiang, Ling Zhenfei had many thoughts in his mind, but most of all, he couldn't let Zhu Qiang discover his identity, otherwise, the trouble would be too great.

"Who are you? I've never seen you before," Zhu Qiang scrutinized Ling Zhenfei, his eyes filled with suspicion.

"I'm just a nobody, it's normal that you haven't seen me."

Ling Zhenfei knew Zhu Qiang was suspicious, but that was just suspicion, he wouldn't let Zhu Qiang discover the truth.

"With such strength and yet you call yourself a nobody, aren't you being a bit too modest, young man?"

"It's not modesty, I prefer to keep a low profile. Excuse me, I have to go," Ling Zhenfei didn't want to say more and turned to leave.

At that moment, a cold breeze struck from behind, and Ling Zhenfei quickly dodged to avoid it, and sure enough, the attacker was Zhu Qiang.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing much, I just wanted to exchange a few moves with you," Zhu Qiang said without giving Ling Zhenfei a chance to speak, throwing a punch at him.

Ling Zhenfei knew Zhu Qiang was trying to probe him through sparring, to confirm if he was the same person from that night, but how could Ling Zhenfei give him that chance?

"This is too much!"

Rather than dodging, Ling Zhenfei punched back at Zhu Qiang, meeting his fist with a solid, head-on punch.

Bang!

After a muffled thud, Ling Zhenfei didn't move an inch, while Zhu Qiang was sent flying backward, crashing into a table behind him.

By now, Ling Zhenfei's strength had improved by leaps and bounds, far surpassing the past, the gap between the Mingmu Realm and Zhiyi Boundary was too large to match.

"Kill! Beat down the Bamboo Union guys!"

"Our boss is being beaten, take out the Three Killers Club!"

A large group of people rushed into the bar from outside, likely riled up by Zhou Jian's shouting. They thought their boss was being bullied, so they charged in, yelling. Seeing the man fighting their boss, they started slashing at the opposing group. These people were all armed, and bloodshed was inevitable once they got started.

By this time, Ling Zhenfei had already left the bar; the Shark's party was effectively ruined anyway.

"Hey, is this 110? I want to report a fight. There's a gang brawl at Chunhua Road bar, knives are involved, someone might die, come quickly, they're all Jianghu people."

In Zhou Jian's car, Ling Zhenfei called the police directly, leaving the driver Zhou Jian completely bemused, thinking, aren't we also part of the faction? His boss was reporting to 110, was he out of his mind?

"Boss, is it really okay to do this?"

"There's nothing wrong with it. If we can't be friends, then they're enemies."

Zhou Jian dropped Ling Zhenfei off at Liu Bingying's apartment building, and Ling Zhenfei went straight into her apartment using the key to open the door.

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