Ding Busan had been renowned in the martial world for many years and was a famous expert of the unorthodox path. Naturally, his combat experience was immensely rich. Seeing how strange his opponent's acupoint-striking technique had been, he feared there might be some exquisite move behind it, so he immediately attacked with internal energy.
In Ding Busan's eyes, this man was still young. No matter how strange his techniques were, internal energy could not be faked. He intended to use his decades of cultivated internal energy to overpower finesse with brute force and catch him off guard.
Who would have thought that his opponent would simply blow his smoke dart, laden with true qi, straight back at him? This internal energy was clearly far greater than his own!
Fortunately, Ding Busan was vastly experienced. He always held something in reserve whenever he attacked. Twisting his waist in midair, he narrowly dodged the smoke dart he himself had fired, then flicked his wrist and sent the pipe in his hand toward an acupoint on Song Qingshu's chest at an extremely bizarre angle.
Song Qingshu paid it no mind. Though this move was ruthless and tricky, it could not stump him. He flicked a finger, intending to knock away Ding Busan's pipe just as he had Ding Dang's dagger earlier.
Yet the instant his finger struck the pipe, a shower of sparks suddenly burst before his eyes. Ding Busan seemed to have anticipated this. Taking advantage of the sparks obscuring his opponent's vision, he grabbed Cheng Yaojia and leaped back to Ding Dang's side with her.
Ding Busan's combat experience was exceedingly rich. The moment he realized his opponent's martial arts surpassed his own, he made his decision. His grand assault on Song Qingshu had merely been a feint; his true goal