Sun Ling cursed Hu Ping in his heart for acting on his own; even if you’re going to fight, you should at least ask your superior first.
But no, the mont Su Xiaocai declared war, he brushed her off with a couple of perfunctory lines and went straight up to the ring.
Sun Ling seriously doubted his motives.
There was no ti to stop them; Sun Ling stared hard at the two of them, ready to prevent any accident.
Lie Major and Su Xiaocai didn’t need a referee.
They opened with killing moves; the mont Su Xiaocai stepped onto the ring, Lie Major’s fist went straight for her face.
His punch carried a gust of air; even the people off the ring could feel the wind-slicing speed and force of it. Lie Major was already at the Eighth Level of Qi Sensing, and his Body Technique and physical fitness were nothing to scoff at.
No one thought Su Xiaocai could take it head‑on; it was more likely she’d dodge.
The ring was only so big; you dodge once, you can’t dodge forever.
Lie Major thought the sa—so kid just over ten, dreaming of sparring with him, was practically asking to die.
If this strike didn’t land, he already had his next moves lined up; no matter how Su Xiaocai dodged, it would be useless.
The fist was about to smash into Su Xiaocai’s "tender" skin.
Hu Ping sneered; only the Vegetable Farrs knew Su Xiaocai’s real value.
The Vegetable Farr Team was a gathering of geniuses from all walks, and the reason they listened to her every word was simple—she crushed them in every aspect.
Her fair palm t his fist; everyone’s hearts leapt to their throats, afraid her hand bones would shatter.
However, what they were afraid of didn’t happen.
Su Xiaocai’s hand contained terrifying power.
Su Xiaocai drank sensitive fruit juice every day and had professional strength training; you could say the power in every single muscle of hers was not to be underestimated.
At the mont she blocked his fist, her five fingers tightened, wrapping around the incoming fist. Lie Major was shocked to find his fist completely locked in place.
From the hand locking him, down along her wrist, were all faintly bulging muscles—he’d misjudged her.
Her muscles were like they’d been compressed; sa "mass," just in a different "volu."
In terms of strength, Su Xiaocai was in no way inferior to him.
Su Xiaocai flipped her hand and slapped him; the crisp smack rang out, and Lie Major was still a bit dazed as his cheek swelled red.
Getting slapped in front of so many people, Lie Major shot Su Xiaocai a vicious glare and stopped holding back.
He went straight for a woman’s weak points, his speed frighteningly fast.
He whipped his leg in a sweeping kick; Su Xiaocai blocked and parried.
The others’ eyes could barely keep up with their speed.
Sun Ling was different; he could see Su Xiaocai’s clean defensive movents. At this level of defense, it was like watching the highest‑end martial arts showcase—an Admiral might not be this sharp.
Su Xiaocai focused on defense, so the onlookers all thought she planned to use softness to overco hardness.
But when one of Lie Major’s punches smashed into the edge of the ring, snapping a wooden pillar and sending splinters flying, they understood—this wasn’t sothing softness could handle.
Absolute strength crushes technique; no matter how soft you are, getting hit still hurts.
Yet Su Xiaocai didn’t even flinch. Right as Lie Major shattered the pillar, she unleashed a flying kick, then let out a low shout, seizing a gap in his offense and chaining a three‑part throw after a grappling move.
On the first throw, Lie Major forced his waist and legs to work, barely managing to stay standing.
On the second, Su Xiaocai directly dislocated his leg; on the third, she slamd his face hard into the floor.
She wrenched both his arms behind his back; no matter how he struggled he couldn’t get up.
At that point, the outco was decided.
Between experts, duels often ended like this—out of nowhere, and very fast.
Sun Ling silently mocked Lie Major for kicking an iron plate; Su Xiaocai’s strength was clearly above his.
Su Xiaocai pressed down firmly on Lie Major’s major artery. "Do you know why I wanted to fight you?"
Lie Major couldn’t speak; he just glared at her viciously, breathing through his mouth, like a feral wolf that might pounce back at her any second.
Su Xiaocai kept talking to herself, "Beat the small fry, then the big one. You’re their superior officer; I co straight for you—that’s the right way to think, isn’t it?"
Right, your grandpa.
Lie Major went berserk inside but couldn’t break free. He’d lost, lost completely, his pride trampled.
Su Xiaocai was crushing his pressure point; his face turned purple, showing signs of suffocation.
When all the strength left his body, Su Xiaocai stopped pressing his vital point and kept talking, "I’m too lazy to fight several tis before coming to you, so don’t bla . You’re their superior, that’s on you."
Her tone flipped. "Can’t even keep a few hundred people in line—what kind of officer are you? From now on, every ti your people bully soone, I’ll beat you up once. Every ti that precious nephew of yours gets cocky, I’ll beat you directly. Sa goes for his little buddies; you all sit on the sa bench. They screw up, you take the hit. Anyone who dares target my people has a death wish."
Lie Major tried to speak, and Su Xiaocai stomped on his face. "I don’t go looking for trouble, but I’m not afraid of it. Whatever filthy crap you’ve got going on with other people, I don’t care. The mont you drag it onto my people, I won’t be polite. Your subordinates and your darling nephew all buy into this—weak are at, strong are the knife. If you’re not strong enough, you swallow it. Dragon or phoenix, in front of , you all coil up and behave."
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