Chapter 33
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Yan Qing Shan stood indifferently in the middle of the sparring ring in her long cotton shirt, soft jeans and sneakers. She looked as if she was just going for a walk compared to the fully suited up Hong Zhen Yue.
She shook her head discreetly. Was there really a need to change outfits just for a fight? Isn't that just silly? Wouldn't it be more helpful if they simulated real-life fighting instead?
"All right, let's get this straight. I want a fair fight from both of you. Zhen Yue, she's a girl. Spare the face, okay? Take it a bit easy on her. Yan Qing Shan, good luck!"
Xu Lei who immersed himself in being their referee said. Yan Qing Shan frowned. He was doing something uncalled for. She turned to him her face sharp and cold.
"I don't need him to give a handicap nor take it easy on me. Why ask for a fair fight when in the end you're asking that?"
The man stiffened at her words. He scratched the back of his head and laughed awkwardly.
"I'm shutting up. Shutting up."
---
Hong Zhen Yue watched Xu Lei fumbled out of the arena. He got to give it to Yan Qing Shan. She can shut that chatterbox up like it was no big deal.
He turned to the woman standing a few feet from him. Her stance was casual and nonchalant. But Hong Zhen Yue couldn't find a single opening.
A minute passed. Then three. Three minutes turned to five. Five minutes turned to ten. Qin Jiran yawned loudly as 15 minutes passed yet they were still looking at each other face to face.
Hong Zhen Yue couldn't prolong it anymore. He opted to strike first. Offense is the best defense, after all. Only, never in his wildest dreams did he expect what happened next.
---
Yan Qing Shan could have made the first move. But she didn't want to waste such futile effort. So she merely waited for Hong Zhen Yue to be impatient and attack first.
'Ah. As expected. He couldn't hold for long.'
She thought as she watched him prepare to strike. Yan Qing Shan shook her head discreetly. It turns out that Hong Zhen Yue still needed a lot of training. If she wanted to make him her subordinate, he at least needed to be able to land a blow on her.
However, the current him now wouldn't be able to take even one of her full-powered strike. She lamented in her heart. She was going to make sure these aces are molded properly with her care.
The Aces who were oblivious to Yan Qing Shan's thoughts felt a shiver run up their spines. An ominous feeling surrounded them.
Meanwhile, Yan Qing Shan cringed as looked on at the incoming punch of Hong Zhen Yue. It was directed at her solar plexus. But his form exposed a glaring opening to Yan Qing Shan, aside from other small openings that were honestly negligible.
She tried her best to ignore it. Really, she did. However, her reflexes had already reached an instinctual level. Aside from the fact that her fighting style consist of mostly no nonsense one-hit kills.
The outcome was as expected. Hong Zhen Yue's fist was still in the air when Yan Qing Shan's palm connected with his gut. She held back her force by half. But the poor guy was still thrown back ten steps away and landed on his back with a loud, pained groan.
Yan Qing Shan walked towards him with calculated steps and stopped right beside his head. Her shadow casted over him unconsciously emphasizing her superiority which made Hong Zhen Yue even more sullen.
He didn't even realized she had made a move. It was all too quick even for someone like him who bitterly trained. He had greatly underestimated this seemingly cold and indifferent woman. She was a monster beneath that exterior.
"You're form is poor. You leave too many openings and you're impatient. You're loss was inevitable."
Yan Qing Shan's bluntness made Hong Zhen Yue vomit blood for real.
'Sister, you already won. Is there a need to sprinkle salt on my wounds? Leave me a bit of my pride will you?'
He grumbled internally. The other Aces were too stupefied to even make a squeak of a noise. Their flabbergasted looks were so amusing Yan Qing Shan almost laughed out loud. She held out her hand to Hong Zhen Yue and helped him up.
"Yan Qing Shan, you have my acknowledgment. Just you wait. I'll be able to beat you soon enough."
She scoffed audibly at his words but chose not to retort further. Though she couldn't help but commend once again the unrelenting battle spirit of Hong Zhen Yue. Yan Qing Shan did not utter another word. She was afraid that if she did, his poor ego will be shattered to dust.
Instead, she roamed her eyes on the spectating Aces. One down. Seven to go.
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Yan Qing Shan stood indifferently in the middle of the sparring ring in her long cotton shirt, soft jeans and sneakers. She looked as if she was just going for a walk compared to the fully suited up Hong Zhen Yue.
She shook her head discreetly. Was there really a need to change outfits just for a fight? Isn't that just silly? Wouldn't it be more helpful if they simulated real-life fighting instead?
"All right, let's get this straight. I want a fair fight from both of you. Zhen Yue, she's a girl. Spare the face, okay? Take it a bit easy on her. Yan Qing Shan, good luck!"
Xu Lei who immersed himself in being their referee said. Yan Qing Shan frowned. He was doing something uncalled for. She turned to him her face sharp and cold.
"I don't need him to give a handicap nor take it easy on me. Why ask for a fair fight when in the end you're asking that?"
The man stiffened at her words. He scratched the back of his head and laughed awkwardly.
"I'm shutting up. Shutting up."
---
Hong Zhen Yue watched Xu Lei fumbled out of the arena. He got to give it to Yan Qing Shan. She can shut that chatterbox up like it was no big deal.
He turned to the woman standing a few feet from him. Her stance was casual and nonchalant. But Hong Zhen Yue couldn't find a single opening.
A minute passed. Then three. Three minutes turned to five. Five minutes turned to ten. Qin Jiran yawned loudly as 15 minutes passed yet they were still looking at each other face to face.
Hong Zhen Yue couldn't prolong it anymore. He opted to strike first. Offense is the best defense, after all. Only, never in his wildest dreams did he expect what happened next.
---
Yan Qing Shan could have made the first move. But she didn't want to waste such futile effort. So she merely waited for Hong Zhen Yue to be impatient and attack first.
'Ah. As expected. He couldn't hold for long.'
She thought as she watched him prepare to strike. Yan Qing Shan shook her head discreetly. It turns out that Hong Zhen Yue still needed a lot of training. If she wanted to make him her subordinate, he at least needed to be able to land a blow on her.
However, the current him now wouldn't be able to take even one of her full-powered strike. She lamented in her heart. She was going to make sure these aces are molded properly with her care.
The Aces who were oblivious to Yan Qing Shan's thoughts felt a shiver run up their spines. An ominous feeling surrounded them.
Meanwhile, Yan Qing Shan cringed as looked on at the incoming punch of Hong Zhen Yue. It was directed at her solar plexus. But his form exposed a glaring opening to Yan Qing Shan, aside from other small openings that were honestly negligible.
She tried her best to ignore it. Really, she did. However, her reflexes had already reached an instinctual level. Aside from the fact that her fighting style consist of mostly no nonsense one-hit kills.
The outcome was as expected. Hong Zhen Yue's fist was still in the air when Yan Qing Shan's palm connected with his gut. She held back her force by half. But the poor guy was still thrown back ten steps away and landed on his back with a loud, pained groan.
Yan Qing Shan walked towards him with calculated steps and stopped right beside his head. Her shadow casted over him unconsciously emphasizing her superiority which made Hong Zhen Yue even more sullen.
He didn't even realized she had made a move. It was all too quick even for someone like him who bitterly trained. He had greatly underestimated this seemingly cold and indifferent woman. She was a monster beneath that exterior.
"You're form is poor. You leave too many openings and you're impatient. You're loss was inevitable."
Yan Qing Shan's bluntness made Hong Zhen Yue vomit blood for real.
'Sister, you already won. Is there a need to sprinkle salt on my wounds? Leave me a bit of my pride will you?'
He grumbled internally. The other Aces were too stupefied to even make a squeak of a noise. Their flabbergasted looks were so amusing Yan Qing Shan almost laughed out loud. She held out her hand to Hong Zhen Yue and helped him up.
"Yan Qing Shan, you have my acknowledgment. Just you wait. I'll be able to beat you soon enough."
She scoffed audibly at his words but chose not to retort further. Though she couldn't help but commend once again the unrelenting battle spirit of Hong Zhen Yue. Yan Qing Shan did not utter another word. She was afraid that if she did, his poor ego will be shattered to dust.
Instead, she roamed her eyes on the spectating Aces. One down. Seven to go.
Yan Qing Shan stood indifferently in the middle of the sparring ring in her long cotton shirt, soft jeans and sneakers. She looked as if she was just going for a walk compared to the fully suited up Hong Zhen Yue. She shook her head discreetly. Was there really a need to change outfits just for a fight? Isn't that just silly? Wouldn't it be more helpful if they simulated real-life fighting instead? "All right, let's get this straight. I want a fair fight from both of you. Zhen Yue, she's a girl. Spare the face, okay? Take it a bit easy on her. Yan Qing Shan, good luck!" Xu Lei who immersed himself in being their referee said. Yan Qing Shan frowned. He was doing something uncalled for. She turned to him her face sharp and cold. "I don't need him to give a handicap nor take it easy on me. Why ask for a fair fight when in the end you're asking that?" The man stiffened at her words. He scratched the back of his head and laughed awkwardly. "I'm shutting up. Shutting up." --- Hong Zhen Yue watched Xu Lei fumbled out of the arena. He got to give it to Yan Qing Shan. She can shut that chatterbox up like it was no big deal. He turned to the woman standing a few feet from him. Her stance was casual and nonchalant. But Hong Zhen Yue couldn't find a single opening. A minute passed. Then three. Three minutes turned to five. Five minutes turned to ten. Qin Jiran yawned loudly as 15 minutes passed yet they were still looking at each other face to face. Hong Zhen Yue couldn't prolong it anymore. He opted to strike first. Offense is the best defense, after all. Only, never in his wildest dreams did he expect what happened next. --- Yan Qing Shan could have made the first move. But she didn't want to waste such futile effort. So she merely waited for Hong Zhen Yue to be impatient and attack first. 'Ah. As expected. He couldn't hold for long.' She thought as she watched him prepare to strike. Yan Qing Shan shook her head discreetly. It turns out that Hong Zhen Yue still needed a lot of training. If she wanted to make him her subordinate, he at least needed to be able to land a blow on her. However, the current him now wouldn't be able to take even one of her full-powered strike. She lamented in her heart. She was going to make sure these aces are molded properly with her care. The Aces who were oblivious to Yan Qing Shan's thoughts felt a shiver run up their spines. An ominous feeling surrounded them. Meanwhile, Yan Qing Shan cringed as looked on at the incoming punch of Hong Zhen Yue. It was directed at her solar plexus. But his form exposed a glaring opening to Yan Qing Shan, aside from other small openings that were honestly negligible. She tried her best to ignore it. Really, she did. However, her reflexes had already reached an instinctual level. Aside from the fact that her fighting style consist of mostly no nonsense one-hit kills. The outcome was as expected. Hong Zhen Yue's fist was still in the air when Yan Qing Shan's palm connected with his gut. She held back her force by half. But the poor guy was still thrown back ten steps away and landed on his back with a loud, pained groan. Yan Qing Shan walked towards him with calculated steps and stopped right beside his head. Her shadow casted over him unconsciously emphasizing her superiority which made Hong Zhen Yue even more sullen. He didn't even realized she had made a move. It was all too quick even for someone like him who bitterly trained. He had greatly underestimated this seemingly cold and indifferent woman. She was a monster beneath that exterior. "You're form is poor. You leave too many openings and you're impatient. You're loss was inevitable." Yan Qing Shan's bluntness made Hong Zhen Yue vomit blood for real. 'Sister, you already won. Is there a need to sprinkle salt on my wounds? Leave me a bit of my pride will you?' He grumbled internally. The other Aces were too stupefied to even make a squeak of a noise. Their flabbergasted looks were so amusing Yan Qing Shan almost laughed out loud. She held out her hand to Hong Zhen Yue and helped him up. "Yan Qing Shan, you have my acknowledgment. Just you wait. I'll be able to beat you soon enough." She scoffed audibly at his words but chose not to retort further. Though she couldn't help but commend once again the unrelenting battle spirit of Hong Zhen Yue. Yan Qing Shan did not utter another word. She was afraid that if she did, his poor ego will be shattered to dust. Instead, she roamed her eyes on the spectating Aces. One down. Seven to go.
