The Almighty Martial Arts System - Chapter 310

Aside from Ye Yuanyuan, probably no one present would believe Jiang Fei’s claims or accept that Du Ziliang—the future successor of the Du family—had killed his own half-brother, Du Zikang.

However, everyone had to admit that Jiang Fei’s words held a certain logic.

Even if the Du family patriarch and Du Chengde found Jiang Fei’s statements utterly absurd and unbelievable, they couldn’t help but feel a strange suspicion stirring within them. Almost involuntarily, they turned to glance at Du Ziliang with questioning eyes.

The most suspicious gaze of all came from Du Zikang’s biological mother—the still-elegant woman whom Du Ziliang had long coveted. Aside from Ye Yuanyuan and Jiang Fei, she was likely the person most inclined to believe Jiang Fei’s version of events!

From the beginning, she had sensed that her son’s death might be inextricably linked to Du Ziliang.

Within the entire Du family, she alone had seen through Du Ziliang’s hypocrisy. He was not the upright and principled man he pretended to be.

Du Ziliang’s heart raced with anxiety, and he fought the urge to flee.

But his strong mental fortitude allowed him to suppress his unease. He showed no signs of guilt, only righteous anger—the kind of fury that came from being falsely accused.

“You’re spouting nonsense!” Du Ziliang snarled, each word dripping with rage.

Jiang Fei chuckled. “Whether it’s nonsense or not, you know the truth. I have to admit, your plan was brilliantly executed. But even if you’ve destroyed the evidence, don’t think you can escape unscathed.”

“Wasn’t your goal to make Du Zikang your scapegoat, to pin everything on him? So you silenced him, shifting all the blame onto a dead man. Even if you manage to get away with it, do you really think the Du family patriarch won’t see through you? Don’t you think he’ll always be wary of you from now on?”

After Jiang Fei finished speaking, the hall fell into a stunned silence. Everyone was lost in their own shock.

“You admire me? Jiang Fei, it is I who admires you!” Du Ziliang glared at Jiang Fei, his eyes bloodshot with fury.

“You flatter me. When it comes to scheming and acting, I’m no match for you. It’s just your misfortune to have crossed paths with me. When faced with conspiracies like yours, I prefer to crush them with brute force,” Jiang Fei replied calmly.

“You’re the one who’s acting!” Du Ziliang’s face flushed crimson as he stepped forward angrily. “What skill! You kill my brother, and then you have the audacity to spin this ridiculous tale, shifting the blame onto me to sow discord within the Du family. What a cunning plot!”

“Today… it’s either you or me!”

As he spoke, Du Ziliang—driven by “rage”—swung a fist toward Jiang Fei’s head.

Jiang Fei was almost impressed by the man’s performance. Even now, he was fully immersed in his role, acting like a man truly wronged and insulted.

Had this schemer reached the pinnacle of deception—fooling himself before fooling others?

But no matter how convincingly he acted, since he had thrown the first punch, Jiang Fei wouldn’t hold back. He had long wanted to teach this scoundrel a lesson.

Jiang Fei’s feet shifted shoulder-width apart as he raised his hands gently. The moment Du Ziliang’s fist was about to connect, Jiang Fei’s hands seemed to stick to it, guiding the force outward before pushing forward.

Soft in appearance, but fierce in reality!

Jiang Fei’s push not only redirected Du Ziliang’s own force back at him but also added an equal measure of his own power.

Thud!

Jiang Fei’s palm struck Du Ziliang’s chest with a sound like muffled thunder, sending the man flying backward.

“Hmm?” Jiang Fei frowned slightly, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. The force behind that strike should have been enough to make most people cough up blood, yet Du Ziliang had managed to neutralize most of it, sustaining only minor injuries.

It was clear that this schemer was not only skilled in deceit but also possessed considerable combat prowess. His strength surpassed that of the A-rank assassins from Tianwang and was likely close to the S-rank assassins who had ambushed Jiang Fei at the hunting grounds.

On second thought, it made sense. Du Ziliang was, after all, a member of Tianwang—and a high-ranking one at that. It was only natural for him to have such abilities.

What puzzled Jiang Fei was that Du Ziliang could have completely shrugged off the blow. Instead, he had deliberately intensified his injuries, forcing himself to spit out a mouthful of blood to appear severely wounded.

“Damn it! This bastard is truly infuriating,” Jiang Fei clenched his fists, fighting the urge to land three more punches and send this hypocrite to the afterlife.

“Outrageous!”

“How dare you!”

“Someone, arrest this man! Arrest him now!”

Seeing Jiang Fei attack Du Ziliang and send him flying, the Du family patriarch and Du Chengde immediately cast aside their doubts about Du Ziliang. Their anger erupted anew.

To them, it seemed Jiang Fei had already killed one of their direct descendants and was now intent on killing the last remaining heir!

Even if they were to entertain Jiang Fei’s far-fetched claims for a moment, Du Ziliang was now the Du family’s only legitimate successor—and an exceptionally talented and capable one at that. They could not allow any harm to come to him.

The influential figures the Du family had invited also grew restless at Jiang Fei’s actions. Truth be told, they had been reluctant to get involved from the start. The Du family wielded significant influence, but so did the Cui family.

Moreover, Jiang Fei himself, as the president of the Chinese Medicine Association, had already caught the attention of top-level officials. He wasn’t someone who could be arbitrarily arrested. Add to that the presence of the short-haired, capable woman beside him—whose identity a few of them had guessed—and the situation became even more delicate.

The young lady of the Jin City Ye family was not to be trifled with.

Old Master Ye might have retired, but if he decided to intervene, the entire military would tremble!

Thus, if Jiang Fei had kept his actions within reasonable limits, they would have preferred to stay out of it. The ideal outcome would have been to mediate and resolve the matter peacefully.

But this young president of the Chinese Medicine Association seemed far too overbearing. He showed no intention of compromise, refusing to back down. And now, he had resorted to violence. As guests invited by the Du family, how could they remain seated?

For instance, the Beijing police commissioner felt compelled to make a call and summon his officers.

Just as angry shouts filled the hall and many glared at Jiang Fei with hostility, the sound of a car screeching to a halt echoed from outside the Cui residence. The abrupt, loud brakes cut through the quiet late-night air, drawing everyone’s attention.

Hearing the noise, the crowd in the hall paused in confusion.

The police commissioner, who had just put down his phone, was surprised. Had his men arrived so quickly? Even with his direct orders, such efficiency was unheard of.

“You little bastard! If I don’t see you brought to justice, I’ll renounce the Du name!” Du Chengde hissed through gritted teeth as he helped Du Ziliang—a son he had never particularly liked—to his feet. His eyes burned with hatred, as if he wanted to devour Jiang Fei whole.

The Du family patriarch glared not only at Jiang Fei but also at Elder Cui, declaring coldly, “No one can protect you now! And this Chinese Medicine Association has no reason to continue existing!”

Assuming the arriving vehicles belonged to the authorities, everyone expected Jiang Fei to be taken away.

But instead of a team of uniformed officers, only two people entered the hall.

One man and one woman, both tall and expressionless—even more aloof than the big-eyed Ye Yuanyuan.

Their eyes, devoid of any emotion like robots, scanned the room before locking onto their target. They walked straight toward Jiang Fei. The man remained silent, standing behind the woman, who spoke first: “Are you Jiang Fei?”

The woman was about half a head shorter than Jiang Fei. She wasn’t particularly beautiful, but she carried an imposing, heroic air.

“I am,” Jiang Fei replied with a smile, gently stopping Ye Yuanyuan from stepping forward.

He could sense that despite their imposing presence, these two meant him no harm—an intuition honed by his study of the Chart of Heavenly Secrets.

“Thank you,” the woman said inexplicably after Jiang Fei’s confirmation. The cold, proud man behind her also nodded slightly, as if expressing his gratitude.

Then, without another word, they turned and marched directly toward Du Ziliang, who was still playing the injured victim in his chair.

The woman declared coldly, “You are Du Ziliang, correct? Come with us, now.”

What?

Everyone was dumbfounded.

These two weren’t here to arrest Jiang Fei—but Du Ziliang?

And they were doing it in front of all these influential figures, without even offering an explanation?

This was even more overbearing than Jiang Fei!