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"Good!"

Qin Yu nodded, smiling as he said, "However, I have one condition!"

"Speak!"

Lu Wenrou raised her chin.

"If you lose, no turning the tables on me!"

"You...."

Lu Wenrou was slightly infuriated, glaring at Qin Yu, "What do you mean by that, are you so sure I will lose?"

"Uh.... I'm just giving a heads-up..."

Qin Yu scratched his head, sheepishly saying.

"Hmph, take this!"

Lu Wenrou coldly huffed, her fair and slender palms chopping towards Qin Yu in an instant.

Baguazhang!

She too practiced ancient martial arts.

The treachery of Taiji, the slickness of Bagua, the most poisonous is intent!

The ancient martial arts detailed in martial arts manuals certainly had their own strengths.

Swish, swish....

Don't be fooled by Lu Wenrou's delicate hands; when she struck out, her muscles tensed, making them appear almost like the legs of a table.

Her lower stance was extremely stable, which showed that in the two years since Qin Yu retired, Lu Wenrou's skills had improved significantly.

Seeing Lu Wenrou attempt to block his face with one palm and hit his chest with the other, Qin Yu narrowed his eyes and delivered a simple front kick.

The hands are like two gates, all relying on the legs to strike.

"This move again?"

Lu Wenrou spoke disdainfully. Her body slightly slid forward, intentionally crashing into Qin Yu's arms.

This is the difference between martial artists and ordinary people.

Ordinary people fighting always hope to keep as much distance as possible, so if they can't win, they can turn around and run.

But martial artists prefer close combat, where every move can hit a vital spot.

If you keep your distance, what's the point? You think it's like in the movies, using Inner Strength to injure someone from afar?

Qin Yu wasn't panicked, however, upon seeing Lu Wenrou rush into his arms, he tensed his arm, and his fist pressed against her lower abdomen.

Inch Strength!

Before Qin Yu's grandfather became a barefoot doctor, he also loved martial arts, and in his time, the martial arts people practiced were real techniques intended to kill.

Not like now, when martial arts have been altered, mostly performance-based. That's why foreigners call it "fancy fistwork and embroidered kicks."

Qin Yu watched his grandfather practice and pestered him to learn some, and later, after joining a special forces unit, he honed his skills for five years.

As a result, his martial arts were a bit mixed, not purely from any particular school but incredibly practical.

"You...."

Lu Wenrou's eyelid twitched; she definitely knew the power of that punch. Reluctantly, her feet slid back, forcing her to retreat a meter or two.

"Take this!"

Qin Yu pressed his advantage, lifting his right leg high for a heavy splitting kick.

"Bang!"

Lu Wenrou gritted her teeth, raising both hands above her head, actually trying to withstand Qin Yu's attack.

"Uh...."

Qin Yu reluctantly reduced some of his force, but he still kicked hard enough that Lu Wenrou's knees bent, nearly bringing her to her knees.

Although the combat abilities of the two were similar, Qin Yu was, after all, a man. Twenty-six or twenty-seven, at the peak of his vigor.

If it were solely a contest of strength, Lu Wenrou certainly couldn't match him.

It's like a street fight where a group of men ganging up on one man is common, but a group of women ganging up on a man is rarely seen, right?

After all, even if women gang up, they're no match for a man.

"Again!"

Lu Wenrou's face flushed slightly, she shook her numb hands and with both palms, pushed forward, meanwhile, one foot kicking towards Qin Yu's shin.

Qin Yu did not confront her head-on, instead, he stepped aside and, twisting his waist, delivered an Exploding Liver Fist.

"Hmph!"

Lu Wenrou was not sloppy, slapping one palm on Qin Yu's wrist while the other hand, dagger-like, aimed for Qin Yu's throat.

The posture looked a bit awkward, even unsightly.

There was no choice; this was real martial arts, not the beautified version in movies designed to please the audience.

Qin Yu had no choice but to pull back his fist otherwise one jab to the throat would be extremely uncomfortable.

He leaned back, executing a perfect iron bridge movement, dodging Lu Wenrou's fierce attack.

Swish....

Lu Wenrou's toes flicked upward, aiming straight for Qin Yu's vital spot.

Damn!

It was too late for Qin Yu to change his move, so he hurriedly clamped his legs together, taking the Mule Kick solidly on his knees.

"Hiss... you used the Mule Kick?"
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Qin Yu asked through clenched teeth and grimaced in pain.

"Before the sparring match, you didn't say it wasn't allowed, did you?"

Lu Wenrou raised an eyebrow and said.

"Fine... you win, I lose!"

Qin Yu didn't want to continue fighting, as winning against a girl wouldn't be honorable, and losing would be embarrassing.

"Hmph, I know you weren't giving it your all. I'm not satisfied with today's match, you're not getting off that easily!"

Lu Wenrou said arrogantly with her chin up.

"Uh..."

With a pained expression, Qin Yu said helplessly, "Then please, go easy on me. I haven't had the chance to pass on my family line yet, don't ruin that for me!"

"I just went with the flow, it wasn't on purpose!"

Lu Wenrou rolled her eyes.

"Alright, let's go again!"

After patting his knees, Qin Yu crouched down and lunged at Lu Wenrou's legs, intending to end the battle quickly by taking her down with a tackle.

"You won't succeed!"

Lu Wenrou, aware of Qin Yu's intentions, quickly retreated.

But she underestimated the reach of Qin Yu's arms; he stretched out and still managed to grasp Lu Wenrou's calves.

Her balance was instantly lost, and she went tumbling backward.

To make matters worse, her loose sweatpants started sliding down as Qin Yu held onto her calves.

A pair of slender, beautiful legs encased in black silk stockings were suddenly revealed right before Qin Yu's eyes.

And they were the kind with suspenders...

"Uh..."

Qin Yu was momentarily stunned. Lu Wenrou seemed cool and overbearing on the outside, but inside she dressed so boldly.

This contrast was just too big, wasn't it?

"You... jerk!"

Lu Wenrou hurriedly pulled up her pants.

Her face turned so red it looked as if it could bleed.

"Instructor Lu... I didn't do it on purpose!"

Qin Yu awkwardly apologized to Lu Wenrou.

"Hmph, I'm done fighting."

Lu Wenrou waved her hand in annoyance and embarrassment.

"Then I... will go downstairs!"

Qin Yu turned around and started walking toward the staircase.

"Wait!"

Lu Wenrou took a few steps forward and called out to Qin Yu.

"Something else?"

Unsuspecting, Qin Yu turned around, only to see two white fists enlarging in his pupils.

Damn...

Qin Yu's eyes watered up immediately, and he ended up with a pair of panda eyes.

"You... you're still going at it?"

Qin Yu, covering his eyes, said somewhat angrily.

"This is called 'all's fair in war'!"

Lu Wenrou stated expressionlessly, with her chin held high.

"Fine, now we're even."

Qin Yu couldn't well argue with Lu Wenrou and could only accept his bad luck.

"Wait, let's exchange numbers. I might need your help with something later!"

Lu Wenrou fished out her cellphone and said.

"Sure!"

Qin Yu also took out his phone, saved Lu Wenrou's number, and then they went downstairs together.

He went back to his room, and Lu Wenrou left the hotel.

The next day.

Qin Yu figured he might as well get a ride from Yan Mingyu, both to protect her and to save on cab fare.

After freshening up, he walked to the Fragrant Camphor Heights.

However, Kong Jingtai, who had dinner with them the day before, was already there.

He was holding a bunch of fiery red roses, wearing a look full of anticipation.

Damn it...

As expected, any man who laid eyes on Yan Mingyu's stunning beauty would find it unforgettable.