Chapter 63

As Song Li saw Pan Shaofeng’s big face swaying in front of him without any guard, how could he not take the opportunity to hit it? So he swung his arm, hitting Pan Shaofeng with two more resounding slaps! These two slaps were even louder than the previous ones, and even those standing far away could hear them clearly. Pan Shaofeng was truly unlucky today, not showing off earlier or later, but precisely on the day Song Li emerged from seclusion. If he hadn’t still viewed Song Li as he did in the past, thinking he posed no threat, Song Li wouldn’t have found it so easy to slap him. The key was that this person was too arrogant; even after being slapped, he still didn’t realize the situation and continued to look for the supposed culprit, giving Song Li another chance to hit him. That face kept swaying in front of Song Li, making him feel embarrassed if he didn’t hit it.

Song Li’s hand was heavy, and he detested Pan Shaofeng, a young ruffian, immensely. Therefore, his palm contained internal strength. After these two slaps, Pan Shaofeng’s cheeks immediately swelled up, looking like a pig's head.

"Boss, that was a good hit, a beautiful hit! Pan Shaofeng, wake up, damn it! The expert is right in front of you, and he’s the one slapping you!" Pang Da didn’t expect Pan Shaofeng to still not take the boss seriously after being slapped. These two slaps were entirely self-inflicted, and it wasn’t anyone else’s fault. If he hadn’t been looking around, how would Song Li have had such a good opportunity to strike?

"Pan Shaofeng, you might as well change your name to Pan Pighead. Oh, your face is so swollen, the brothers have really seen something today!" The brothers of the Justice Alliance added to his humiliation.

"It’s not a big deal for a human face to swell like a pig's head, but it’s laughable that after swelling like a pig's head, you still shamelessly hold a fan to act cool. If I were you, I would have smashed my head in long ago!" Pang Da fanned the flames, and they could tell that the boss was determined to humiliate Pan Shaofeng. How could Pang Da and the others not cooperate? They loved dealing with ruffians the most.

"Since a dog’s mouth can’t produce an elephant’s tusk, I’ll make you spit out dog teeth!" Song Li, after slapping him, calmly withdrew his hand and coldly stared at Pan Shaofeng.

This time, Pan Shaofeng fully understood. The one who hit him wasn’t some mysterious expert, but Song Li, whom he had always looked down upon. If he had known about Song Li’s recent achievements in the capital, he would have realized that his humiliation was well-deserved, but he knew nothing. So, he couldn’t comprehend the situation at all!

He was actually slapped in public by a waste of a person that everyone in the capital ridiculed? And it happened repeatedly? At 22 years old, Pan Shaofeng had never experienced such a great humiliation. His lungs were almost bursting with anger. His arm trembled as he pointed at Song Li, unable to speak coherently: "You... you... you..."

"Wow, when did Pan Yane become so polite, even greeting me?" Song Li smiled slightly. "I’m fine, and you’re not bad either, right?"

Pang Da and the others burst into laughter, understanding that the boss was teasing the kid. The young man in the brocade robe couldn’t help but smile slightly at the corner of his lips.

"I’ll never forgive you! From today on, either I live or you die!" Pan Shaofeng had never hated anyone so much. Song Li had humiliated him in front of so many people in the capital, stripping him of his dignity and face. For a ruffian, this was worse than death. The only way to wash away this shame was to send Song Li to hell, destroying him both mentally and physically, leaving not a single hair behind!

Pan Shaofeng practiced the Taishan Sect, and in his rage, his body was filled with killing intent. He used one of the seven major techniques of the Taishan Sect, "Taizi Badada," pointing his fingers like a pen and stabbing towards Song Li’s chest!

The Taishan Sect, a prestigious sect with a history of hundreds of years, had a technique called "Taizi Badada" with intricate and complex moves. Just this one move had countless variations. Song Li only saw a flurry of finger shadows, unable to distinguish which were real and which were fake.

"First move of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, Rock Shattering!" Song Li roared, advancing instead of retreating. He raised his arms, contracting and extending them, and the palm force erupted instantly!

"Taizi Badada" relied on its cleverness and versatility, while the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm was a powerful and straightforward technique. Therefore, Song Li ignored the numerous variations, unleashing his powerful palm force, using brute strength to overcome skill.

"Rock Shattering" was the move Song Li had practiced the longest and was most proficient in, so he used it with ease. Two forces, one hard and one soft, struck in succession. Pan Shaofeng felt a mountain-like force surging towards him. This force was extremely powerful, and Pan Shaofeng believed that if he resisted without hesitation, even if he could stab Song Li’s chest, he would definitely be injured himself.

This was a lose-lose strategy, and Pan Shaofeng didn’t expect Song Li to be so daring. However, he still hadn’t adjusted his position. The idea of a lose-lose situation with a waste of a person was unacceptable to him. He didn’t realize that if Song Li were still the waste of the past, how could he have forced a second-layer Qi Induction expert like Pan Shaofeng to retreat with just one move?

Pan Shaofeng’s mind raced, advancing quickly and retreating just as fast. He avoided the direct palm force, and just as he stood firm, he felt another more gentle but equally destructive force quietly approaching. In a moment of unpreparedness, it struck his chest!

"Phew," this gentle force was silent and far less imposing than the first, but the damage it caused was even greater. Pan Shaofeng, caught off guard, spat out a mouthful of blood and retreated three steps, falling to the ground with a thud, landing on his buttocks!

Pang Da had been watching the battle with bulging cheeks and wide eyes. Seeing Pan Shaofeng, who had already dodged the boss’s palm force, retreat strangely, spitting blood and falling on his buttocks, he punched the air and shouted, "Done!"

He didn’t know how Song Li did it, but with the recent string of miraculous events surrounding the boss, Pang Da was quite immune to it. In his mind, Song Li was invincible, and Pan Shaofeng, this clown, was just asking for a beating.

"Oh yeah, the boss is mighty! Pan Pighead is no match!"

"Pan Shaofeng, with your three-legged cat skills, you dare to show off in front of our boss? Go home and take care of your kids!"

"Pan Pighead, shameless, slapped and fell on your butt!"

"Boss, one move to retreat the enemy, a true role model for us all!"

The Justice Alliance guys started cheering. They were both cheering for Song Li and mocking Pan Shaofeng.

Among the crowd, two people were the most discerning. One was the young man in the brocade robe. Seeing Song Li’s "Rock Shattering," he frowned. With his keen eye, he could see that this palm contained two forces, one obvious and one hidden, one hard and one soft. Pan Shaofeng had dodged the hard force but was injured by the hidden soft force. The palm technique, which seemed straightforward and powerful, had such intricate force variations. Such a technique was definitely not ordinary. The young man was pondering how he would counter such a palm technique if he faced Song Li.

The other discerning person was naturally Pan Shaofeng. As the first victim of this move, if he still didn’t understand, his head could be cut off and used as a chamber pot.

He slowly stood up, staring at Song Li with shock in his eyes, and said, word by word, "This is impossible! You are also at the second layer of Qi Induction! What happened in the year I was away?"

Song Li was also slightly excited. As soon as they engaged, he knew that Pan Shaofeng was at the peak of the second layer of Qi Induction, slightly stronger than him. He could defeat him solely because of the power of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm. If he hadn’t mastered this divine technique, he might have lost to Pan Shaofeng, who was slightly higher in cultivation and had a sophisticated technique.

It seemed that the mission to rob the tribute had indeed been immensely beneficial.

However, Song Li wouldn’t let others see his slight excitement. He crossed his arms behind his back, wearing an inscrutable expression, and said coolly, "Pan Shaofeng, who gave you the nerve to run amok in the city?" He took a step forward, placing a hand on Pan Shaofeng’s shoulder and lightly slapping his cheek in a clearly insulting manner. Song Li narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "You like bullying others, right? Now I’ll bully you. How does it feel? Not satisfied? If you’re not satisfied, keep fighting. I’ll beat you until you are!"

Pan Shaofeng’s face turned ashen, his lips trembling. He wanted to pounce and fight Song Li for three hundred rounds, but the hidden force had displaced his internal organs, and he knew he was injured internally. He had no strength left to fight Song Li! Being slapped on the face by Song Li like a pet was even more humiliating than being slapped earlier, but Pan Shaofeng was powerless to resist! He was used to bullying others but not to being bullied, and this feeling was worse than death.

"Song Li, I admit defeat today! But I must warn you, leave a way out for others, and you’ll have a way out in the future. Do you really want to make a mortal enemy of me?" Pan Shaofeng spat out the words through his teeth.

"I’m very busy, who the hell has time to deal with you? You tell me, wasn’t it you who asked for it today, coming here to get beaten? Is Chang’an Street a place for you to run wild? If I hadn’t intervened, there would have been a murder just now, do you know that? I don’t understand, all you have is a powerful father, where does your sense of superiority come from? To the point where you don’t even care about the lives of ordinary people! Today, I’ll beat you on behalf of your father, to make you understand that you’re nothing special! Without your father’s support, you’re not even as good as a beggar on the street!"

Song Li got angrier the more he spoke. This kid still dared to threaten him, and Song Li hated being threatened. He especially hated being threatened by someone he had beaten to the point of no resistance. It seemed he still relied on someone’s support, so he needed to be beaten more. So, he swung his arm and gave Pan Shaofeng another round of slaps, saying, "Today, I’ll finish this! I won’t leave you any way out! Use all your tricks on me. I’ll tell you, Pan Shaofeng, if you don’t apologize and repent in front of all the people here today, I won’t let you off!"