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“I, surnamed Qin, will accompany you to the end!” Patriarch Qin said calmly as he stepped forward until he was standing in front of the man.

A large area of open space was quickly cleared in front of the large Qin manor. The people around them immediately step back. Seeing that the two of them were about to fight, some were concerned about the Qin family, while others were gloating over his misfortune.

As he watched his father fight the middle-aged man, Eldest Young Master Qin couldn’t help but worry. Although he knew of his father’s formidable strength, the opponent was the Third Sect Master of the Seven Martial Sect, and his strength ranked third among the seven sect masters. He had no idea who would win or lose in this fight.

Patriarch Qin rolled up and tucked his sleeves. He did not take a weapon in his hand because it was a fistfight; instead, he stepped forward and assumed a horse stance.

When the man from the Seven Martial Sect saw this, his eyes flickered. In the blink of an eye, he lunged forward with a clenched fist, and as his attack began, his fists opened with a breath of mystical power. A whirling sound accompanied the rush of air, which carried a shockingly dark force.

Patriarch Qin did not try to avoid the oncoming attack and instead countered it head-on. Both of his fists clenched and a visible outpouring of spirit energy breath emerged on his fists. As they clashed, the auras emanating from their bodies grew stronger.

“Bang! Bang!”

There was a faint muffled sound as the thud of fists fell. When Patriarch Qin swung his fists, the middle-aged man of the Seven Martial Sect was unable to defend himself against his unpredictable attacks. He took a few steps in reverse as he dodged around.

The fight between the two men gradually evolved into one side attacking and the other being beaten, which left onlookers speechless. They knew that Patriarch Qin was extremely powerful, but they did not expect that even the Fifth Sect Master of the Seven Martial Sect was no match for him.

The visible spirit energy breath encircling Patriarch Qin’s clenched fists made a fierce whistling sound as it went to attack the middle-aged man.

“Bang!”

As his figure moved swiftly so did Patriarch Qin’s fists. He had no time to avoid them, so he could only endure the beatings.

“Aaah!”

The blow landed, accompanied by a scream. He was thrown seven to eight metres away. The blow struck him in the stomach, which was not fatal, but it caused him to immediately bend over and fall to his knees with a thud. His face turned pale and he was unable to speak for an extended period of time.

“Third Brother!”

The other middle-aged man was taken aback when he saw this. He rushed forward to help the man. “Third Brother, how are you?”

The third-ranked middle-aged man’s lips trembled slightly, but he felt the pain had not subsided and was unable to speak.

When the two men heard this, they stared fiercely at Patriarch Qin. After a long time, the middle-aged man helped his third brother to the side and gave him to the other sect member. He then looked at Patriarch Qin.

“The Qin family’s fist arts really lives up to its reputation, which makes me curious!” He took a few steps forward and looked fixedly at Patriarch Qin. “Patriarch Qin, I also want to learn some pointers from you,” he said.