The onlookers were all stunned by this slap, staring at the scene, unsure of what to say.
After all, this was a car show, and Han Qingchuan was an important representative of Korean capital. Yet, he had just been struck by this impulsive young man.
This fellow was indeed skilled!
But what was going on?
This was a major diplomatic incident!
Han Qingchuan, nearly falling from the blow, clutched his face, seething with rage.
His face contorted, veins bulging, he roared, "Go, all of you, go! I want him dead! Kill him!"
Upon hearing this, Pu Xu immediately moved.
From Song Qiao's earlier movements, Pu Xu had already discerned that he was a master.
However, Pu Xu believed his own skills were superior, and that he could surely defeat the opponent with just one move.
He let out a loud shout and simultaneously unleashed a palm strike.
His bare palms whistled with a muffled sound as they shot towards Song Qiao's face.
The speed was blinding, like lightning.
Facing this palm, Song Qiao didn't dodge. Instead, he praised, "Good palm technique!"
His action greatly astonished the onlookers.
Why wasn't he dodging? Had he gone mad with fear?
Wei Feng and Chen Chen were also deeply shocked.
This Pu Xu was a formidable fighter; neither of them could match him.
And while Song Qiao possessed superior martial prowess, it wasn't guaranteed he could defeat Pu Xu.
Crucially, Song Qiao stood there, seemingly at ease, without any defense, not even preparing to dodge or block. Wasn't this suicidal?
It was truly over!
Especially since, though they weren't too far away, it was too late to intervene.
They never expected Song Qiao to be so overconfident.
Why didn't he dodge?
Even if he had skill, he shouldn't have been so reckless!
Meanwhile, in the combat zone, as Pu Xu saw his strike about to land, a cold smile flickered across his lips.
This opponent was far too arrogant, hah, he was going to die here!
This would be the first master he'd defeated after returning to China!
Thinking this, Pu Xu's heart surged.
Defeating this master with one move would surely make his master proud.
Of course, he wouldn't kill the opponent as Vice President Han Qingchuan demanded.
After all, if he killed someone, he might spend the rest of his life in a Chinese prison.
Moreover, it would be more challenging to defeat and capture the opponent alive.
Once this fellow was subdued and handed over to the vice president for xử lý, the rest would be none of his concern.
He, Zhang Longsheng's most favored disciple, having practiced Tai Yi Quan for ten years and further honed his skills after returning, could easily achieve this.
And his palm strike, while appearing to target the face, was actually aimed at the carotid artery. A hit there would render the opponent unconscious, thus perfectly completing his mission.
Soon!
However, an accident occurred.
His palm struck empty air.
The opponent on the other side had vanished into thin air.
He had dodged too quickly!
He immediately focused his mind, concentrating on the opponent, and discarded his casual demeanor.
Thus, his fight with Song Qiao quickly escalated into a fierce exchange, back and forth, locked in a stalemate.
Meanwhile, Han Qingchuan, still hiding behind several bodyguards, chuckled smugly, "Pu Xu, hurry up, kill him for me! I want him dead and buried!"
"Insolent pauper! You think you can get away with hitting me! If you don't kill him today, you're fired."
The surrounding crowd gasped in alarm.
This Korean was repeatedly making such threats, clearly intending for his subordinate to kill Song Qiao.
Many felt a sense of regret.
While they disliked the Korean's arrogance, this young man had brought it upon himself.
Yes, he had courted disaster.
"His biggest mistake was not the myriad things he shouldn't have done, but provoking this Korean vice president."
After all, Hyundai Motors was a global giant, and leaders of many countries would be eager to have them invest and build factories.
Forget offering one beauty; they'd offer ten, a hundred, just to secure their investment.
"This young man is simply courting death."
Setting aside the might of Hyundai Motors, even the organizer of this car show, Lu Che, possessed an exceptionally deep background.
"So, even when beating a dog, you must consider its owner. This situation now is a dead end, both domestically and internationally. Even if he could escape to Europe or America, he'd have to get out first!"
Chen Chen and Wei Feng had also pushed to the edge of the fray, ready to act at any moment.
Especially seeing Pu Xu's impressive skills and relentless assault, while Song Qiao seemed to be merely evading, they were quite worried.
Concurrently, hearing the hushed whispers around them, Chen Chen and Wei Feng felt a prickle of unease.
They even began to doubt if the job Xu Chong had introduced them to was truly a good one.
In unison, they exchanged a glance, understanding each other's thoughts.
That is, "You took on the task, you see it through." Even if they wanted to resign, it would be after the matter was concluded, not now.
However, the unfolding events were somewhat perplexing to them.
At this moment, Gao Meng, standing to the side, remained unmoved, her eyes fixed on the arena, unblinking. They therefore did not act rashly.
Moreover, as time wore on, they seemed to discern something: Song Qiao, while appearing to be in danger, seemed to be in no mortal peril.
Instead, it was Pu Xu whose breathing had become erratic.
Suddenly, Song Qiao and Pu Xu's arms and palms became entangled, locked in a struggle of strength, evenly matched.
However, Lin Xu knew he was no match for Song Qiao.
The fact that he could fight for so long was clearly his way of assessing his opponent's martial arts. And his ultimate target was his master, Zhang Longsheng.
Naturally, the outside world was unaware of this, mistakenly believing Lin Xu to be gaining the upper hand.
Here, Han Qingchuan, who had been standing amidst the bodyguards, grew impatient seeing the stalemate. He stepped forward, "Lin Xu, what are you hesitating for? Hurry up and kill him!"
Lin Xu glanced at Han Qingchuan, unable to speak.
Han Qingchuan felt a strange sensation from that look.
Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he moved towards Song Qiao's side.
"Kneel and apologize!"
Seeing that Song Qiao ignored him, he extended his index and middle fingers, aiming to gouge Song Qiao's eyes.
Song Qiao's arm jolted, sending Lin Xu flying backward.
Simultaneously, Song Qiao shifted his stance and unleashed a palm strike, hitting Han Qingchuan's arm.
With a "crack," Han Qingchuan toppled to the side, crying out in pain.
Before he could hit the ground, Song Qiao followed up with a kick.
A bodyguard nearby gasped in alarm. If this kick landed squarely, the vice president's life might be forfeit.
He lunged, blocking in front of Han Qingchuan. The kick landed heavily on his back, nearly displacing his internal organs.
"Stop him, quickly, stop him!" Han Qingchuan screamed in pain, utterly terrified.
Pu Xu charged forward again, his eyes icy.
Song Qiao smiled at him and calmly said, "Let Zhang Longsheng come. You're far from worthy. Were you not having fun just now?"
Everyone was stunned. What was this Song Qiao saying? Was he out of his mind?
Pu Xu's body trembled, his face darkening with anger. He charged at Song Qiao again, his palms sweeping like the wind.
With each breath, his body moved up and down, swift as lightning.
Song Qiao smirked internally: I gave you a chance, but you were useless.
Just as everyone expected him to repeat his previous maneuver, Pu Xu was sent flying backward.
Shattering glasses littered the ground!