48: Chapter 48 Ding Xu's Angry

The stakeout over the past seven days.

Fang Zhuo had followed Ding Shixun five times in total: three times to the Old City District and twice to Cultural University.

Both times Ding Shixun went to Cultural University, he picked up a "pure college girl" who was 170cm tall and took her home for the night.

The first time he came to the Old City District, it was to the black market, where Ding Shixun fought an underground match and beat a 15th-level Primary Martial Artist to death.

The subsequent two times were at high-end martial artist restaurants.

Fang Zhuo couldn't follow him inside, so he didn't know who Ding Shixun was meeting for dinner, but judging from the conversation he just overheard, it had something to do with him and Shi Wei?

After multiple observations.

Fang Zhuo had already confirmed Steward Huang's strength: Life Level 30, perfect physical integrity, and no weapons carried on his person.

He likely practiced fist techniques.

This was very much in line with the Blue Moon Federation's martial path; at the primary and intermediate stages, most martial artists poured their energy and resources into raising their Life Level.

Few martial artists had extra money to buy secret manuals for training; in the Blue Moon Federation, secret manuals for blade techniques, sword techniques, and the like were very expensive, often costing millions.

"Watch out, Young Master Ding!"

Steward Huang sensed something wrong, turned around abruptly, and shoved Ding Shixun behind him. When he saw who was rushing toward them, his pupils dilated: "Fang Zhuo?!"

Ding Shixun was also stunned, then immediately overjoyed: "Steward Huang, kill him!"

After the last sparring session, Fang Wu had suffered physical exhaustion and was hospitalized. This Fang Zhuo had indeed been secretly investigating behind the scenes!

This guy had talent, and more importantly, he was meticulous. His previous decision to strike first was truly correct; this kid absolutely could not be left alive!

Fortunately, he was still too young and had been blinded by hatred.

An Intermediate Martial Artist was definitely no match for Steward Huang, yet he dared to come and kill him?

This was perfect; there was no surveillance in the Old City District, and there was no one on this street. If he killed Fang Zhuo, he wouldn't even need his second uncle to suppress the official public opinion fallout afterward.

"Leave him with one breath."

Ding Shixun said happily. It was even better that Fang Zhuo had come out to die first; that way, he wouldn't have to worry about Zhao Qianqian failing to set up a date with Bai Shiwei tomorrow!

"Leave it to me!"

Steward Huang narrowed his eyes and twisted his body to rush forward. He wanted to keep some distance to prevent Fang Zhuo from taking them down with him in a mutual destruction suicide attack against Ding Shixun.

A level 30 martial artist had a base punching power of 10,000kg!

His Body Control was considered low among Advanced Martial Artists, lacking Micro-Perception, but at least he had achieved perfect physical integrity, allowing his body's force output multiplier to reach 3 times.

When unleashing his full power, a single punch could hit 30,000kg!

The Ding Family had long since investigated Fang Zhuo's information: a Superior Martial Aspect, though they didn't know exactly which one of the nine great Martial Aspects it was.

But even if it were the top-ranked Martial Aspect, the "Zhenyue Giant Spirit".

Before breaking through to an Advanced Martial Artist, the Innate Divine Ability brought by the Martial Aspect could not be manifested externally, and it provided almost no benefit in combat.

With Fang Zhuo's Life Level of 21, even with Body Micro-Control, he couldn't possibly be his opponent.

Even if Fang Zhuo had been crazily taking drugs during this period, his Life Level would have increased by at most 2-3 levels; that was the absolute limit, and that was even under the condition of sparing no cost!

"Die!"

Steward Huang's muscles bulged, tearing his clothes, and a phantom in the shape of a white-haired monkey faintly appeared behind him.

His arms suddenly lengthened by a segment.

His fist struck toward Fang Zhuo with a whistling wind.

This punch, when unleashed, was a full 30,000kg!

Facing this punch with terrifying wind pressure, Fang Zhuo did not dodge or evade. His face was expressionless; he simply clenched his fist, twisted his waist, and swung his arm.

His fist broke through the air, colliding head-on with the opponent!

Boom!

A loud noise rang out, followed immediately by a "crack" sound.

Steward Huang's expression was one of terror as he retreated repeatedly. He couldn't stop a mouthful of blood from spraying out of his chest. How was this possible?!

"You..."

"Your Life Level is actually 29!"

Fang Zhuo strode forward, striking while the iron was hot—kill him!

In reality, his punching power did not exceed Steward Huang's by much.

A level 29 Intermediate Martial Artist had a base punching power of 8,000kg!

With Body Micro-Control, his force multiplier was 4 times, meaning the punch Fang Zhuo unleashed had a power of 32,000kg!

It was slightly higher than Steward Huang's, but the overall difference was not large.

The reason Steward Huang's forearm broke was that he was old, and he had been lax in his daily training, so his physique was not at its peak.

The saying "the fist fears the young and strong" was just as applicable in the Blue Moon Federation.

After achieving Body Micro-Control, not only could the force multiplier reach over four times, but his movements became incredibly agile, almost able to eliminate a portion of inertia.

Fang Zhuo closed in on Steward Huang in two flashes. Before Steward Huang could dissipate the force and steady his retreating figure, Fang Zhuo moved to his side and threw a punch.

Bang!

Steward Huang's head exploded, just like a shattered watermelon.

"Ah!!!"

Ding Shixun screamed in terror. The red and white gore splashed onto his face; that warm, viscous sensation almost drove him mad. Fang Zhuo had killed Steward Huang?!

How could he be this strong?

Steward Huang was an Advanced Martial Artist!

"Fang Zhuo!"

"You can't kill me!"

"My second uncle is Ding Nan, a Transcendent Martial Artist! If you kill me, your whole family is dead!"

Seeing that Fang Zhuo didn't stop and was closing in on him, Ding Shixun immediately shouted wildly, his face's terror turning into madness.

Fang Zhuo did not stop.

He threw a punch.

Bang!

Another crisp explosion rang out; Ding Shixun's head burst open, and a large patch of red and white gore mingled on the ground.

It was only then that Fang Zhuo felt his heartbeat accelerate and his breathing become rapid. He gasped for air.

His first time killing someone, and it was this bloody—killing two people in a row. The killing intent in his heart vanished, replaced by a strange feeling and discomfort.

Fang Zhuo took a deep breath and took out the sack he had prepared long ago.

He hurriedly packed the two headless corpses, carried them on his back, and ran wildly until he reached the banks of the Wu River that flowed through the Old City District. He tied stones to them and threw them into the mighty river water.

Looking at the surging river water, a sense of relief rose in Fang Zhuo's heart.

His father had been forced to overexert his Martial Aspect because of Ding Shixun, leading to physical exhaustion. If he didn't kill Ding Shixun, the knot in his heart would never be undone.

Fang Zhuo found a hotel, washed up, and only then set off to leave the Old City District.

...

It wasn't until this moment that a woman wearing heavy makeup, on her way to the dance hall for her night shift, walked past the previously secluded street.

Seeing the two pools of blood on the ground, the woman dropped her bag in terror: "Ah!"

Not long after, the Old City District peacekeepers who received the report arrived.

The "wee-woo, wee-woo" sirens blared incessantly. The peacekeeper vehicle had been parked for a long time, but the doors remained unopened for nearly ten minutes.

With a "whoosh," the car door was finally pulled open.

A peacekeeper wearing full protective combat gear climbed out first. He was not tall and had a somewhat chubby build. After seeing the two pools of red and white blood on the ground, he said:

"They even beat their brains out; the Black Tiger Gang and the Iron Clothing Gang have gone too far. Boss, if you ask me, the higher-ups should send a Transcendent Martial Artist to just wipe them out directly!"

"Letting them run wild in the Old City District all day long!"

"Stop talking nonsense."

The other peacekeeper who got out of the car was tall, thin, and had a sharp, monkey-like face. He urged, "Collect the samples first."

The two peacekeepers, one fat and one thin, had arrived quickly but were slow to get out of the car. After collecting the blood samples, they left extremely quickly.

It seemed they were afraid that some gang members would rush out from the side.

At night.

Old City District Peacekeeping Bureau.

"Ding Shixun?"

"How could it be this second-generation martial artist? It's over. Which godforsaken hothead did this? This time, neither the Iron Clothing Gang nor the Black Tiger Gang will be able to escape."

After the DNA extraction and comparison results came out, the tall, thin peacekeeper's expression changed drastically, and he immediately dialed the number of the Ding Family.

...

Tengfei Martial Artist Group, Martial Aspect Research Department, Jinhe City Branch.

Inside an office.

"Hello? Yes, this is he." Ding Xu held the phone, feeling a strange palpitation in his heart.

Immediately after, he heard a low voice from the phone: "Ding Shixun is dead."

Ding Xu was furious: "Shixun is dead?"

His complexion changed, looking terrifyingly ugly. With his younger brother Ding Nan around, who in Jinhe City was so blind as to dare to lay a hand on a member of the Ding Family?!

Yet, the peacekeeper's tone was certain, and there was no possibility of him lying.

"Have you found the murderer?!" Ding Xu practically roared, his shoulders trembling violently.