Buzz~~~
The fist stopped abruptly in front of Qin Fang's nose, the forceful wind of the punch blowing his hair and scraping against his cheeks. One could even faintly hear the sound of a sonic boom.
Ding Song's punch was fierce, but he refrained from striking for real. As a martial artist, attacking a frail civilian would yield no benefits but would instead attract waves of condemnation, so he dared not land the blow.
"Go on, why aren't you hitting me?"
As Ding Song's fist was right in front of him, Qin Fang remained unfazed in the face of danger. Moreover, when Ding Song hesitated, Qin Fang's amiable smile instantly morphed into mockery, disdain, and contempt, while his voice dripped with utter contempt to match his scornful gaze.
"You..."
Ding Song found himself at a loss for words, his fist tensed as if he truly wished to let it fly.
