Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 537 - 425: Flowers and Youngsters (Part 2)

Chapter 537: Chapter 425: Flowers and Youngsters (Part 2)

On the street.

Wu Xiaode and Shen Xiujun stood facing each other.

"I have reduced my power to the same level as yours, you can attack anytime," Shen Xiujun said.

"However, there is something I need to clarify beforehand," Wu Xiaode said.

"What?" Shen Xiujun asked.

"I am extremely afraid of pain. If you hit me, I will definitely beg for mercy, but you must not stop just because I beg," Wu Xiaode said.

Shen Xiujun’s eyes did not blink as she asked:

"Are you sure it’s your own request that I should not stop?"

"It is my request, but you must not kill me. You can stop when I’m only lightly injured," Wu Xiaode said.

Shen Xiujun was relieved.

As long as it was his own request, injuring him would not damage her reputation.

Shen Xiujun took out a hair band and tied her loose hair into twin ponytails.

"Brother Wu, come, let me teach you what real combat is."

She said.

Wu Xiaode said, "You must teach me seriously because I will learn seriously. If you slack off—"

Shen Xiujun’s expression stiffened.

So the trap was here.

She indeed looked down on beings like him, and even casual pointers during combat would greatly benefit him.

But she had to try her best.

If she did not do her best and he sensed it, he would feel disrespected.

A man, realizing that a woman looks down on him—

Her reputation would definitely fall!

Shen Xiujun slightly bent her legs and spread her arms in a boxing stance, her body emitting a surge of energy.

The wind and sand were blown away by her aura, crossing over buildings and whirling high into the sky.

"Brother Wu, I will seriously fight with you, just like my attitude towards relationships," Shen Xiujun said.

"Thank you then—thanks for letting me glimpse the difference between beings and you," Wu Xiaode said.

He charged forward.

Shen Xiujun stood in place without moving, holding her breath in anticipation.

An extremely fierce aura surged from her body, seeming both formless and as heavy as a thousand catties.

The speed of Wu Xiaode’s direct charge suddenly slowed.

In his eyes, the person opposite was no longer the perfect girl imagined.

The entire street seemed to have changed.

The girl, maintaining her boxing stance, looked no different than before.

But he felt as if he were walking through a dark and lengthy underground tunnel.

Boundless fear crept up from the depths of his heart, as if about to devour someone.

Wu Xiaode broke out into a cold sweat.

Merely one boxing stance had caused such strange phenomena.

Damn it.

He couldn’t stop!

He gritted his teeth, sped up again, clenched his hand into a fist, and aimed for Shen Xiujun’s neck.

Time seemed to slow down.

Shen Xiujun slowly opened her mouth and spoke in an exceedingly slow voice:

"Among all arms and magics, boxing embodies the essence of despair and pain. Before the fist moves, it seeks to—"

"Seize—their—will—"

She lightly blocked Wu Xiaode with one hand, and with the other, struck out a fist, hitting Wu Xiaode’s shoulder squarely.

Thump.

Wu Xiaode was sent flying seven or eight meters.

He lay on the ground for several seconds.

At the instant he was hit, during a moment of daze, an endless shadow suddenly emerged in that dark, lengthy tunnel.

It was a completely unreal scene, yet it appeared directly in his mind.

It grasped his emotions.

—How did she do that?

"Hey."

Wu Xiaode lay on the ground and chuckled, stood up, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

A strong fighting spirit surfaced on his face.

"Brother Wu is really powerful. A punch like that could knock many mortals down indefinitely, leaving them like walking corpses. Surprisingly, you can still rally your fighting spirit," Shen Xiujun said, her smile carrying a hint of mockery.

Having gotten many personal assurances from him, she had to reveal her true skills in teaching.

In this process, she would be strict.

If he could not endure it—

She couldn’t blame herself, nor would her reputation suffer.

Best if he directly lost his will to fight, allowing her to continuously earn reputation and quickly end this mission.

"Next, I will use even stronger power against you, Brother Wu. Be prepared," Shen Xiujun said.

"But I didn’t understand—your boxing is different from any I have seen, I don’t know how you executed it," Wu Xiaode said.

Shen Xiujun raised her arm, made a fist, and smiled:

"Come again, I will show you the true essence of boxing that beings have never seen."

Wu Xiaode took a deep breath, let out a roar, and charged forward again—

He suddenly stopped, saying:

"You go first, I’ll try to counter."

"Alright," Shen Xiujun said.

Her fists moved like the wind, striking like lightning dozens of times.

Wu Xiaode’s arms swung left and right, repeatedly blocking, but he was still unable to counterattack.

Seeing this, Shen Xiujun slowly said:

"I can naturally accumulate a higher level of power that specifically overcomes beings. With more such exchanges, my power naturally forms the emergence that subdues beings."

"It’s like a torrent of time and fate, wearing down numerous heroes and warriors just like the scene you are witnessing—"

Before she finished her words, Wu Xiaode felt his mind daze again.

Indistinctly, he stood within a dark, endless tunnel, with no one in sight before or behind him.

But something enormous seemed to be crawling on the ground and ceiling.

—It was something he couldn’t resist.

He was about to die.

"Ah ah ah ah!"

Wu Xiaode took a deep breath, suddenly came to his senses, and spoke quickly:

"This punch isn’t necessary!"

Still, Shen Xiujun lightly landed a punch on his chest.

Thud.

A muffled sound.

Wu Xiaode spat out a mouthful of blood and was once again sent flying.

Shen Xiujun looked at the blood on her fist, then at Wu Xiaode dirty and disheveled, feeling a trace of pleasure.