Ding Ling could not repay malice with kindness or forgive Ouyang Feng for the harm he had done to Little Dragon Girl.
If not for Yang Guo's pleas and Ding Ling's regard for him,
he would have ordered Ouyang Feng killed years ago.
So when Ouyang Feng charged at him, Ding Ling did not indulge him. He slapped him straight across the face.
Smack!
The White Rainbow Palm Force struck Ouyang Feng squarely in the face, sending him flying dozens of yards as he coughed up blood. Thud! He crashed face-first into the ground. At that moment, he seemed to snap out of his madness and stared at Ding Ling in disbelief.
"What powerful palm force! Who are you?!"
Ding Ling ignored his question and said coolly,
"If you try that again, I'll kill you!"
As his words fell,
Ding Ling vanished in an instant, like a wisp of breeze.
Even with his eyes wide open, Ouyang Feng could not see how Ding Ling had disappeared!
It was as though Ding Ling had vanished into thin air!
"That speed, that Lightness Skill?! He's too powerful. Who is he? Could he be..."
Ouyang Feng recalled the descriptions of Ding Ling's appearance that the Outsiders, Yang Guo, and others had given him. His heart shook.
"Was that Ding Ling just now?!"
"The World's Finest, the peerless Ding Ling whom even the old beggar admired beyond measure?!"
He drew a breath, and even the murkiness in his eyes seemed to clear somewhat.
"What am I compared to him?"
He felt dejected, dispirited, defiant, then invigorated. In the end, his madness flared, and he could not help roaring,
"I won't accept it! I'm the World's Finest! Ding Ling, I will defeat you!"
Ding Ling covered hundreds of miles in an instant.
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