Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 446 Xu Tian vs. the Ding Family

Ding Moxiu and Ding Mojin were, after all, battle-hardened masters. Though only sixth-rank Grandmasters, their years of experience in the martial arts world had amassed a wealth of combat experience and a keen sense of danger. The moment Xu Tian appeared, they sensed the impending danger. A flicker of alarm flashed across Ding Moxiu's eyes, and his body reacted swiftly. With a flick of his foot, he shifted slightly, dodging Xu Tian's attack at an incredibly tricky angle. His movements were lithe and agile, like a nimble monkey darting through the woods, his sleeves tracing a graceful arc through the air, like a ghost in the night.

Ding Mojin wasn't to be outdone, and his reaction was equally swift. He suddenly flipped backwards, his body drawing a perfect parabola in the air, landing steadily on a table not far away. The table creaked under his weight, as if protesting the sudden weight.

Xu Tian's strike missed, but he didn't pause. His gaze, like a torch, locked onto Ding Moli. Ding Moli, frightened by Xu Tian's aura, had already turned pale. His legs trembled involuntarily, as if sifting through chaff. Beads of sweat streamed down his forehead, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair. He had never imagined Xu Tian's speed and strength. Faced with the pressure of a seventh-rank master, he, a fifth-rank warrior, was like a fragile ant, powerless to resist.

Before Ding Moli could react, Xu Tian attacked again. This time, Ding Moli had no time to dodge, and he didn't even raise his hands to defend himself. Xu Tian's fist hit his chest hard, and the force seemed to be able to penetrate his chest. With a dull "bang", Ding Moli's body was directly blown away like a kite with a broken string. His body broke through the window, and with the crisp sound of shattered glass, he fell straight down from the fifth floor. The falling figure drew a short and desperate arc in the night sky, like a falling meteor, and finally disappeared into the darkness.

Ding Mojin watched helplessly as Ding Moli was knocked away, his fury erupting like a volcano. His eyes widened, his face flushed, and the veins on his neck bulged like angry snakes. He waved his hands in the air and shouted, "How dare you attack our Ding family? When City Lord Gao arrives, you'll be dead!" His voice became hoarse and distorted with anger, like the roar of a wounded beast, filled with hatred for Xu Tian and dependence on City Lord Gao. In his heart, City Lord Gao was the Ding family's lifeline. As soon as City Lord Gao arrived, Xu Tian and his men would be annihilated.

Li Mo stood aside, watching the chaotic scene, a hint of sarcasm on his face. He folded his arms over his chest, tilted his head slightly, his eyes filled with gloating. He sneered, "You newcomers, you're doomed this time! I'll let you take action against our Li family." His voice was filled with a hint of pride and disdain, as if he was showing off his family's influence, and mocking Xu Tian and the others for overestimating their own abilities. In his view, Xu Tian and the other two were just a few young men who had just made their mark. How dare they challenge the Li and Ding families in Lingyuan City? They were simply courting death.

Ding Wenfeng looked at Xu Tian, ​​a hint of viciousness flashing in his eyes, but when he shifted his gaze to Chen Xiner, greed took over. He licked his lips, like a hungry wolf seeing a fat lamb. "It doesn't matter if those two guys die, as long as that chick named Chen Xiner survives," he said. His voice was filled with obscenity and greed, making people feel disgusted.

Ding Wenming also echoed, "That's right, with a beauty like this in a brothel, even the most beautiful courtesan would be much inferior to her." A disgusting smile appeared on his face, and his eyes wandered freely over Chen Xiner's body, as if he was already imagining the scene of Chen Xiner selling her smiles in a brothel.

Xu Tian listened to these people's words, but he paid them no mind. He had only one thought in mind: to kill a few more of these despicable fellows before the city lord arrived, to seek justice for General Li Hua and to regain a modicum of dignity for himself, Chen Xin'er, and Chen Yu. He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and charged towards Ding Moxiu and Ding Mojin again. His anger had now transformed into a calm and resolute killing intent, his eyes revealing a reckless determination.

Before Ding Moxiu and Ding Mojin could react, Xu Tian had already arrived beside them. This time, Xu Tian decided to take the initiative and fought a fierce battle with them, one against two.

Xu Tian's punches were fierce and powerful, each one accompanied by a whirring sound, as if tearing the air apart. His figure darted between Ding Moxiu and Ding Mojin with a dazzling swiftness. Sometimes he leaped high, like a tiger pouncing on its prey, and struck Ding Moxiu's head with a punch; sometimes he dodged Ding Mojin's attack by sliding sideways, then swiftly launched a kick into his abdomen. His movements were fluid and natural, like a carefully choreographed dance, yet within this dance lay a deadly danger.

Ding Moxiu and Ding Mojin were not to be outdone. They coordinated their attacks, one attacking from above and the other from below, trying to find Xu Tian's weakness. Ding Moxiu's palms were fierce, like sharp blades, attacking Xu Tian's vital parts. His palms swept through the air, bringing with them sharp gusts of wind, which hurt people's faces like a knife. Ding Mojin's leg skills were agile, and each kick was powerful and hard to defend against. His legs were like two axes, swinging in the air, and each time they landed, they would smash a shallow dent in the ground.

The Ding family, with its centuries-old heritage, truly possessed a profound foundation. Despite Xu Tian's formidable strength, facing the combined attack of Ding Moxiu and Ding Mojin, he found it difficult to defeat them. Xu Tian pondered to himself, "These two are quite well-coordinated, but today I must seek justice for General Li Hua and will not let you off easily!" His eyes revealed a firm resolve, and his movements became more fierce. He constantly changed his attack methods, sometimes using fists to attack, sometimes using palms to neutralize the opponent's attacks, and sometimes using leg techniques to counterattack. His body was like willow catkins in the wind, seemingly light and weak, yet he was able to skillfully avoid the opponent's attacks while looking for opportunities to counterattack.