Top-tier Unruly Master

Upon seeing the expanse of white skin exposed by the woman beneath him, the man went crazy in an instant. His right hand seized control of the woman's hands, while his other hand reached straight between her legs.

"Mitsue, you beast..." At this moment, the woman called Mei Xian was sobbing incessantly, biting her lips, and screaming.

"Go ahead and scream, even if you shout yourself hoarse, no one will come to save you. I already got you the nationality of Korea, so consider this as your way of repaying me! One 'bang bang' in exchange for a Korean nationality, you've already made a profit," the man known as Mitsue said, panting heavily.

However, just then, a strong gust of wind suddenly came from behind Mitsue. The wind was substantial, startling Mitsue. He let go of Mei Xian, who he was pinning down, and swiftly dodged to the side.

Mitsue's movements were quite strange; in the instant the gust struck, and even under the circumstances of a sneak attack, Mitsue managed to evade it.

Mitsue turned around and stood aside, cautiously sizing up the slender man standing opposite him.

Apart from Mitsue and Mei Xian, there was only this slender man who appeared later; the one responsible for the sneak attack was indeed this person.

"Who are you?" After a thorough check to confirm there was no one else around, Mitsue finally addressed the slender man at the side.

The slender man standing in front of Mitsue was none other than Ding Fan.

Ding Fan glanced at Mei Xian,

At this point, Mei Xian had already climbed up from the rock and was crouching there, her hands awkwardly covering herself.

Mei Xian could be considered an exceptional beauty; despite her disheveled hair, her clean and charming face was still very captivating.

Ding Fan didn't pay any attention to Mitsue's question, he simply took off his jacket and tossed it to Mei Xian.

Stunned for a moment, Mei Xian quickly grabbed the clothing Ding Fan threw her way and wrapped it around her body.

Mitsue's brows furrowed. Without saying anything, his figure flickered, and he charged directly towards Ding Fan.

The men from Korea are generally very proud, and Mitsue was especially arrogant. Being ignored like that by Ding Fan, how could he possibly tolerate it?

At this moment, Ding Fan was not underestimating Mitsue.

When Ding Fan extended his hand from behind to catch Mitsue, both the angle and the force were confident moves, but when Ding Fan thought he would definitely catch Mitsue, Mitsue managed to dodge it.

Ding Fan, now a Ninth Level Qi Cultivation Cultivator, tried to catch Mitsue using only a fraction of his strength, two or three levels worth, but even so, escaping from his grasp was no easy feat.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

After rushing over, Mitsue launched a series of three or four palm strikes targeting Ding Fan's vital spots.

Mitsue's palm strikes were not weak; the wind whistled with each blow. While it did not seem to carry Inner Strength, its fierceness was intimidating.

Ding Fan had to quickly dodge to avoid Mitsue's successive attacks.

Ding Fan dodged with ease, causing Mitsue to stare in surprise. His opponent looked frail and ordinary to the point of being unremarkable and also appeared young. Such a person was able to avoid his attacks.

You should know that Mitsue was a master of Korean boxing and had been placed in Korean boxing competitions in Korea.

"Ah..." Mitsue suddenly let out a loud bellow, then a roundhouse kick was hurled straight at Ding Fan. This kick seemed incredibly powerful, aiming directly at Ding Fan's face.

At that moment, Ding Fan's figure flickered again, evading Mitsue's attack once more.

Subsequently, Mitsue Kouju launched several attacks in rapid succession, but each and every one was evaded by Ding Fan.

The basis of Korean boxing is taekwondo, which is currently very popular in Huaxia Country. Korean boxing has evolved from taekwondo and emphasizes speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.

In terms of speed, precision, and ferocity, Mitsue Kouju's performance was outstanding, especially in speed.

The foremost aspect Mitsue Kouju focused on in his Fist Technique was speed; his pursuit in the Martial arts essence was "speed is the ultimate tactic"!

Yet, on this very point of speed, Mitsue Kouju found that his moves were of no use against Ding Fan; every punch he threw was neatly dodged.

"You... how is this possible..." Mitsue Kouju looked at Ding Fan across from him with a face full of disbelief.

From beginning to end, Ding Fan had not even countered once; he just evaded. Mitsue Kouju was even under the illusion that he wasn't facing an enemy, but rather it was as if a master was leading him in practice.

"Is this Korean boxing?" Ding Fan said indifferently at this point, ignoring Mitsue Kouju's words.

Mitsue Kouju's face darkened. "Yes, what I am using is Korean boxing. Who exactly are you?"

The corner of Ding Fan's mouth curled slightly. "Korean boxing... it's merely so-so..."

The reason Ding Fan had only been dodging and not counterattacking was primarily to size up his opponent, hence the constant evasion.

Ding Fan had originally thought that someone able to dodge his surprise attack must possess extraordinary cultivation. But after exchanging blows, he realized the truth.

The opponent's Fist Technique was fast, but it had no real substance.

To put it simply, the opponent's punches carried no Inner Strength, and his body lacked cultivation, relying solely on physical attacks.

Ding Fan had also quickly gotten a clear read on this Korean boxing. Korean boxing emphasizes the utmost exertion of the body. It could be said that Mitsue Kouju was certainly a Korean boxing expert, but his cultivation was probably only comparable at most to that of an Ancient Martial Artist of Human Level Fifth Grade.

"You... you dare to defame my Korean boxing!" Mitsue Kouju's face immediately flushed with anger.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh... Mitsue Kouju charged forward, throwing three punches directly at Ding Fan's chest.

The chest is one of the vital areas of the human body; if struck by a heavy punch, one would at best cough up blood, and at worst, be killed instantly.

Yet Ding Fan faced Mitsue Kouju's heavy punches with equanimity; he didn't even seem inclined to dodge.

Seeing this, the anger on Mitsue Kouju's face intensified. This was a blatant insult to Korean boxing.

"Kid. You're asking for death!"

Bang bang bang...

Mitsue Kouju's heavy punches all landed on Ding Fan's chest.

Mei Xian, who was nearby, couldn't help but cry out in alarm.

She was aware of Mitsue Kouju's skills in Korean boxing, which were formidable. Once, a Huaxia Country Sanda expert was killed directly by Mitsue Kouju's heavy punch on the stage.

At this moment, just when Mei Xian thought Ding Fan would definitely be beaten to the ground coughing up blood, Mitsue Kouju was suddenly the one flying backward.

Thump... After flying back several steps, Mitsue Kouju crashed to the ground.

Ding Fan gently patted his chest. "I told you... Korean boxing, it's merely so-so..."