"Hehe, a mischievous laugh. The young lady wishes to take on this challenge alone." The woman playfully swayed her hips and winked at Qiao Mu. "Alright, I'm up for it."
Qiao Mu turned to Second Young Sir and challenged, "We agreed to one-on-one bat. If you lot break your word, why don't you step up and face me yourselves?"
Everyone's lips twitched. The rotund man burst into laughter and said, "Little lady, don't worry. We'll stick to our agreement. We promised one-on-one bat, and we won't deceive you."
Hearing this, Qiao Mu nodded. "Very well, e closer."
She gestured to the coquettish woman with her pinky. "Let's find a more spacious location for the fight."
"You can't escape," Second Young Sir Qin declared indifferently.
"Who said I wanted to escape?" Qiao Mu snorted. "Do I look like someone who'd run away before the battle even begins?"
The playful woman erupted into laughter, nodding vigorously. "Of course, of course! Little lady, you can fight however you like."
"What's the stake?"
The coquettish woman laughed like a blossoming flower, causing Qiao Mu to worry that the thick layer of makeup on her face might crack. "If you win, I'll help you escape!"
"Silence." Second Young Sir Qin's expression darkened as he gave her a warning look.
The coquettish woman named Ling pursed her lips and batted her long eyelashes. "His Excellency can't possibly bully a young girl who's just celebrated her ing-of-age ceremony, right?"
The rotund man twirled the purple-gold hammer in his hand and laughed heartily. "Ling, don't hold back on her."
"Pfft, fatty, what are you saying? Why would I hold back?"
"Enough chitchat. Let's get on with it!" Qiao Mu impatiently interrupted and beckoned to the coquettish woman once again.
"Alright, here I e, little lady!" The woman wore a radiant expression as she gracefully floated down in front of Qiao Mu.
Without any hesitation, Qiao Mu swiftly approached, armed with a stack of attack talismans.
Despite the smile on her face, the woman was well-prepared. With a wave of her hand, a gleaming stream of white light shot past her eyes.
Qiao Mu observed closely and realized that it was a cluster of fluid, flexible swords. They were infused with a radiant and beautiful power, generating cascading watery glows that deflected most of the attack talismans.
The few remaining talismans exploded beside the woman, only to be instantly blocked by the divine armor enveloping her body.
Full-body Divine Armor!
The rotund man's pupils contracted slightly, and a faint, dark glint flickered in his eyes.
Ling had been in Second Young Sir's pany for less than half a month and had never displayed her abilities in front of others. They frequently heard Second Young Sir praise her for being remarkably skilled, yet they had never witnessed her engage in bat. Instead, they were accustomed to her daily vexations.
Surprisingly, today, she had indeed demonstrated extraordinary prowess.
"Oh my, goodness! This person's full-body divine armor appears to be black-grade." A sharp-faced elder beside the rotund man couldn't help but exclaim, "Fatty, try to guess this person's age."
"I'd say they're roughly my age," the rotund man replied while he hefted the purple-gold hammer.
The group exchanged puzzled glances.
Then, the rotund man gazed at the woman before him, the one who playfully twisted three fingers like orchids. He couldn't help but shiver.
Damn! If this fatty appeared to be so old, this woman must be over 200 years old!
This individual had to be mentally unbalanced to masquerade as a young woman every day!
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