Chapter 742: Chapter 742

After Ding Fan had slain the Crimson Flame Spirit Beast, he also saved many people, and the fire inside the building showed signs of diminishing.

At that moment, Ding Fan and Zhang Xu were quickly surrounded by reporters who had rushed over upon hearing the news.

It was well known that the fire had been extremely fierce; even the firefighters had difficulty with close-range rescue operations, yet Ding Fan and Zhang Xu managed to not only come out of the building but also rescued so many people.

Ding Fan, who generally disliked dealing with the media, left Zhang Xu as the only one available for interviews.

"Instructor Ding, Zhang Xu, Deputy Team Leader Wang is calling for you," just then, Xiao Liu, who had earlier run for his life with Deputy Team Leader Wang, came over to convey Deputy Team Leader Wang's orders.

Ding Fan didn't have a favorable impression of this Deputy Team Leader Wang. He had saved the man from the jaws of the Crimson Flame Spirit Beast only for Wang to choose to flee immediately, abandoning Ding Fan in the Arena.

While Ding Fan didn't expect Deputy Team Leader Wang to be capable of doing much under those circumstances, this behavior made Ding Fan disdainful.

"I have other matters to attend to," Ding Fan had no desire to meet Deputy Team Leader Wang.

It didn't matter if the other party was some team leader; if Ding Fan didn't approve of you, even if you were the president, it would be of no use.

Ding Fan immediately set off with long strides.

Xiao Liu was just a minor team member. He knew Ding Fan's capabilities and that he was not someone Xiao Liu could afford to provoke.

Everyone knew that Ding Fan had slain the ancient Ye Family patriarch—a being far too potent for someone like Xiao Liu to contend with.

And as for Deputy Team Leader Wang, Xiao Liu couldn't provoke him either.

Wang had his own powerful backers, true hard-hitters who could shake the world with a stamp of their foot, so the team member couldn't afford to offend anyone. He obediently went with Zhang Xu to meet Deputy Team Leader Wang.

When Deputy Team Leader Wang saw that only Xiao Liu and Zhang Xu had returned, his face immediately soured.

Ding Fan was a member of teams three, five, six, and seven, and for now, Wang was the deputy team leader. He had called for Ding Fan, and Ding Fan had the audacity not to show up—which only fueled his annoyance.

"Instructor Ding said he had something to do and left," Xiao Liu spoke from the side.

Although Deputy Team Leader Wang was a bit frustrated, his primary concern at this point was the collar on the neck of the Crimson Flame Spirit Beast.

The discovery of the collar by those above would be catastrophic if they learned he had meddled with the spirit beast the central authorities wanted to study—Wang knew that even the number one leader of Huaxia could not protect him then.

"What about the beast?" Deputy Team Leader Wang eagerly inquired.

"The Monster Beast has been slain by Team Leader Ding..." Zhang Xu reported from the side.

"Slain? Did he kill it by himself?" Deputy Team Leader Wang's eyes widened in disbelief as he asked.

"Yes. My cultivation is limited, so I couldn't offer much help," Zhang Xu admitted.

Deputy Team Leader Wang's eyes were wide with disbelief.

Everyone knew how formidable the Crimson Flame Spirit Beast was; previously, he and two other team members had struggled against the beast, and he himself had almost been fatally injured.

Yet now, Ding Fan had single-handedly slain the Crimson Flame Spirit Beast. This display of power was excessively formidable.

"You two, take me to see..." At this point, Deputy Team Leader Wang could hardly sit still.

Considering he was their superior, Zhang Xu and Xiao Liu didn't dare to disobey; they immediately helped Deputy Team Leader Wang and headed towards the building.

By then, the fire in the building had been quelled.

Although there were still a few sparks here and there, they no longer posed a threat.

Zhang Xu and Xiao Liu escorted Deputy Team Leader Wang to the fifth floor.

Deputy Team Leader Wang stared at the Crimson Flame Spirit Beast, which was beyond dead.

At this moment, its neck was devoid of any collar; the whereabouts of the collar were unknown. Looking at the belly of the Crimson Flame Spirit Beast,

it had been cut open, and the Demon Core of the beast had already been taken.

Where was the collar? Could it have fallen into Ding Fan's hands? And what about the Demon Core? Could Ding Fan have taken that as well?

Deputy Team Leader Wang thought gravely that it was imperative to find this person quickly...

After coming out of the firefight, Ding Fan promptly left with Zhang Wanyue and Qin Manshu.

That Deputy Team Leader Wang had insisted on posturing as a high-ranking official in front of him, but Ding Fan simply didn't care for such antics. To Ding Fan, he was just a man too fearful of death; if it hadn't been for the Crimson Flame Spirit Beast, Ding Fan likely would have not even glanced at Wang.

However, the encounter with the Crimson Flame Spirit Beast had proved quite beneficial to Ding Fan. Surely, with Duorou and the other eating the Demon Core of the beast, their respective cultivations would skyrocket.

Since the sudden fire, the three of them hadn't had anything to eat.

It was completely dark by now, so the three decided to look for a place nearby to eat.

They hadn't walked far along the road when, passing a small grove, Ding Fan heard cries of agony.

"Ouch... stop hitting me, I was just bragging, I really can't do anything, don't beat me anymore, I was just shooting my mouth off, just trying to show off..." Follow current novᴇls on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⚑𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⚑𝕟𝕖𝕥

Ding Fan extended his Divine Sense to investigate.

Shortly, Ding Fan saw that not far from him, in the grove, there were three people, one of whom was lying on the ground.

And the person lying on the ground, Ding Fan actually had some recollection of.

He was the idiot who bragged about being an Ancient Martial Arts expert at that string of restaurants before. Later, if it hadn't been for Ding Fan pulling him out, that idiot probably would have thrown himself into the blazing fire.

Now, looking at the state of the idiot, it seemed he had just been beaten up by a crowd and was no longer able to stand.

Standing next to the idiot were two young men.

These two young men were in excellent physical condition; their muscles and bones had been greatly strengthened. Describing them as having muscles of steel and bones of iron wasn't an exaggeration.

It was evident that these two had gone through long periods of hard training. However, they were not Martial Cultivators.

"Is bragging all you Huaxia people are good at?" One of the two men, a slightly taller male, said to the idiot lying on the ground with a displeased face.

"Yes... yes... yes, I was just indulging in a little bragging, I'm really nothing at all. Please, just let me go," the idiot pleaded immediately.

"Dongye, let him go," said the man who had been silent up to that point.

The one called Dongye snorted and then crouched down to speak to the idiot on the ground.

"It's not hard to let you go, just shout out loud that Huaxia Martial Artists are all cowards and Thai Boxing is the most powerful in the world."

"I... I say... Huaxia Martial Artists are all cowards, Thai Boxing is the most powerful in the world," the idiot shouted out without a moment's hesitation.

"Ruo Ping, do you see? Huaxia people are all driven by money; they have no sense of honor or disgrace... As long as you're stronger than them, they will yield and admit defeat on their own initiative."

Ruo Ping nodded slightly. "Carve those words on his back. Engrave what he just said onto his body."

Upon hearing this, the idiot started to tremble violently with fear.

"No, don't carve anything, there're too many words, I can't take it..."

Ruo Ping continued, "If we don't carve, then choose death! One or the other."

The idiot instantly burst into tears. "Please let me go, I'm really nothing at all."

Just then, a figure slowly approached them.

Ruo Ping and Dongye both turned to look in the direction of the sound.

The newcomer appeared somewhat frail and thin.

This person was Ding Fan.

"Why are they bullying you..." Ding Fan approached the three men, ignoring Ruo Ping and Dongye, and spoke directly to the idiot by their side.

"Save me... I... I bragged to my friends that I was an Ancient Martial Arts expert, and these two dragged me here to compete with them in martial arts... I was just blowing hot air... I really can't do anything at all..." the idiot said through tears.

"Just an ordinary person, yet you Thai boxers are quite something, beating a common man and then wanting to carve words on his body, are you afraid that not everyone will know that a Thai boxer has beaten a common man from Huaxia Country?" Ding Fan said coldly.

"Who are you? It's none of your business to meddle in our affairs!" Dongye said aggressively.

"Dongye, since this person doesn't seem convinced, let's strip him too and carve those words on both their bodies. I believe, one day the formidable Martial Artists of Huaxia Country will see it. As soon as those so-called Ancient Martial Arts experts arrive, we'll teach them a lesson," Ruo Ping said from the side.

Dongye nodded. "Sounds good, let these two be a free advertisement for us."

After speaking, Dongye took out a dagger from his bosom.

The dagger emitted a blue glow that was unsettling to see.

At this moment, Ding Fan's brows tightly knitted together.

Both Dongye and Ruo Ping were foreigners, and here they were, challenging the Huaxia Martial Artists right in front of him. Now, they were even intending to carve words on Ding Fan's body.

Wasn't this like looking for a light in the outhouse—a futile effort?

Dongye suddenly lunged forward, his iron fist slamming directly into Ding Fan's chest.

Dongye was strong and had a long reach, giving him an advantage in that aspect.

Facing the iron fist of Dongye, Ding Fan didn't even attempt to dodge. Dongye's fist had no trace of True Qi or Inner Strength, making it completely ineffective against Ding Fan.

Bam... A muffled thud, as Dongye's iron fist connected solidly with Ding Fan's chest.

When Dongye saw his fist connect, he was momentarily overjoyed.

The Cultivators of Thai Boxing paid great attention to the force of their strikes.

With the force of Dongye's fist, knocking out an old yellow bull was no problem at all. Now that Ding Fan didn't dodge or hide, Dongye was already convinced that the punch would leave Ding Fan half-dead.

It seemed unlikely he would stand up again today.

Seeing this, a slight smile curled up at the corners of Ruo Ping's mouth.

But just as they both assumed Ding Fan would be left coughing up blood, what happened next left both men dumbfounded.

After being hit by Dongye's fist, there stood Ding Fan, unharmed like nothing had happened, standing still and calm, with an expression of neither inferiority nor arrogance, as though the one who had thrown the punch wasn't even worthy of his attention.

"Is this what you call the world's number one, Thai Boxing?" Ding Fan looked disdainfully at Dongye.

Dongye's face turned red. "Kid, I'll kill you today..."