"Master..."
Lin Chaoyu's palms were covered in cold sweat.
She subconsciously scooted closer to Fu Hua, her voice suppressed to be even quieter than a mosquito's hum, deeply afraid of startling the Humanoid Tyrannosaurus in the arena who was currently "charging up."
"That girl... cough, I mean Little Grandmaster, isn't her talk a bit too full of herself?"
"You know Old Six's physique. Last time, a Muay Thai King came to challenge the dojo and was sent directly to the ICU by his Iron Mountain Lean. If they really fight..."
She glanced at Kiana, who looked so slender she might snap at a touch, her eyes filled with the common-sense worry of a normal person.
"Why don't you persuade them? Even just asking Old Six to hold back a bit would be good. If this punch lands and breaks the Little Grandmaster, how will we explain it to Su Yu?"
Fu Hua didn't speak.
She didn't even blink. Her eyes, hidden behind her lenses, were locked dead onto Kiana.
Persuade?
How to persuade?
Persuade that Little Junior Uncle who is releasing the pressure of a top-tier apex predator to "show mercy"?
Or persuade that Husky who doesn't know the difference between life and death and is about to pluck hair from a tiger's mouth to "kneel down quickly"?
Lin Chaoyu couldn't feel it, but Fu Hua could.
That chill, as if being stared at by some predator at the top of the food chain, was crawling all the way up her back.
In her perceptual field, what stood in the center of the drill ground was absolutely no beautiful girl.
That was a burning, berserk nuclear reactor capable of razing the entire martial arts dojo to the ground.
The hand Fu Hua had hidden in her sleeve was already clenched into a fist.
She was calculating the distance, calculating the angle, calculating if she could pull that idiot Ma Feima back from the gates of hell the instant Kiana attacked.
Even breaking a few ribs would be better than turning into a pile of pixelated gore on the wall.
"Don't speak," Fu Hua shouted in a low voice to stop her eldest apprentice's murmuring. "Watch."
In the arena.
The air seemed to have solidified into glue.
Ma Feima looked at the girl before him who only reached his chest, and instinctively wanted to laugh.
Three punches?
Send him flying?
This was as absurd as a Chihuahua telling a Tibetan Mastiff, "I'm going to bite you to death."
He, Ma Feima, had mixed in the underground boxing world for so many years. What kind of ruthless characters hadn't he seen? Just relying on these thin arms and legs...
But just a second before he prepared to grin and mock her, that absurd laughter suddenly got stuck in his throat.
Because Kiana looked up.
There was no emotion in those blue eyes. No anger, no provocation. She wasn't even "looking at him."
She was just looking at an... object.
Or rather, an obstacle about to be crushed.
Boom—
A thunderclap suddenly exploded inside Ma Feima's brain.
He felt his instincts screaming crazily.
Every hair on his body stood up in an instant. His heart felt like it was being fiercely gripped by a large, icy hand; that suffocating sensation made him almost forget to breathe.
The girl before him had changed.
She was no longer that somewhat dorky practitioner, but an ancient behemoth that was waking up.
That rushing scent of blood and oppression made him feel as if he were placed in a Shura field of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Can't move...
Ma Feima discovered with horror that his body was actually trembling.
That was fear.
It was the most primal fear, carved into genes, when facing a natural predator.
Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! She's just a little girl!
Intense self-esteem and years of pride counterattacked crazily at this moment, trying to suppress that fear which made him feel ashamed.
Ma Feima gritted his teeth, even biting through the tip of his tongue, using that sharp pain to forcibly drive his stiff muscles.
"Playing tricks!"
He let out a roar similar to a trapped beast to embolden himself.
"I'll let you know right now..."
He suddenly stepped forward, the floor tiles cracking into spiderweb-like patterns under his feet. That massive fist, carrying the sound of whistling wind, went straight for Kiana's face like a cannonball leaving the chamber!
For this punch, he used one hundred and twenty percent of his strength.
Either beat her to death, or be scared to death by her strange aura.
Kiana did not move.
She merely narrowed her eyes slightly, and those long legs wrapped in training pants bent extremely subtly.
Like a thousand-stone strong bow drawn to the full.
Just at this critical moment—
Whoosh.
No sound of wind, no warning.
A black shadow cut into the force field about to detonate between the two like a ghost.
Immediately after, a hand that looked pale, slender, and as if it hadn't seen sunlight for years, lightly rested on Ma Feima's iron fist that was strong enough to kill a cow.
Smack.
A light sound.
Like swatting a mosquito.
Ma Feima's punch, heavy with power and momentum, stopped in mid-air just like that, without any reason.
No matter how he flushed red exerting force, that fist was like it had been cast into a concrete wall, not moving a hair.
"Old Six."
A hoarse voice, sounding a bit like it hadn't woken up yet, rang out in the dead silent main hall.
"Get down."
That figure slowly turned her head, revealing a face that, although bare of makeup, was still hard to hide its clear beauty.
Her hair was a bit messy, she was still wearing that plush pajama set that looked very warm, and she was even stepping on a slipper with one foot.
Cheng Lingshuang.
That Fifth Senior Sister who had been cosplaying a corpse in the corner just a moment ago.
She let go of her hand, then lifted her eyelids, sweeping a bland glance over Ma Feima with those dead-fish eyes that were always half-open and half-closed.
"Don't block the way."
Her tone was flat, but the words spoken made Ma Feima turn cold all over.
"You will die."
This wasn't intimidation.
Nor was it exaggeration.
This was just the most objective physical statement made by a top-tier expert based on the gap in strength between both parties.
Ma Feima was stunned.
He looked at this Fifth Senior Sister who was usually too lazy to even turn over, then looked at Kiana who still stood in place without expression.
Cold sweat finally flowed down his forehead, dripping into his eyes, stinging them painfully.
"F-Fifth... Fifth Senior Sister?"
Cheng Lingshuang ignored him.
She turned around, as if she hadn't seen the others at all, and walked straight toward Kiana.
With her movement, that lazy aura peeled away bit by bit, replaced by a sharp sword being unsheathed.
Sharp, pure, radiating cold light.
She stopped three steps away from Kiana and tilted her head, a flame named interest igniting in those eyes for the first time.
"Tai Xu Sect, Cheng Lingshuang."
She extended her hand, making an extremely simple starting stance.
"Let me practice with her."
The air in the main hall seemed to have been sucked dry, quiet enough that only the sound of breathing remained.
Ma Feima retreated.
This Sixth Senior Brother, who usually had "indifferent to life and death, fight if you don't agree" on his lips, was now like a fighting cock whose neck had been choked.
The transverse flesh on his face twitched a few times, but ultimately he didn't dare to take that step.
He resentfully retracted his stance, cupped his hands haphazardly in Fu Hua's direction, and retreated behind a pillar without a word.
Although his mouth didn't yield, those eyes staring dead at the center of the field were already written full of shock and uncertainty.
That was an animal's instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm.
In that instant just now, he really smelled the scent of "death."
"Old Six actually... retreated?"
Lin Chaoyu felt her worldview collapsing.
She looked at Ma Feima shrinking in the corner, then looked at the Fifth Junior Sister in the center of the field wearing pajamas with a cold face.
Is... is this still that salted fish Cheng Lingshuang who was too lazy to turn over even if the sky fell?
"Don't blink."
Su Yu's voice rang out opportunely, interrupting everyone's shock.
Unknowingly, he had already opened that black briefcase, his fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard.
Buzz—
Several slight hums.
Under the dumbfounded gazes of Fu Hua and the disciples, six metal floating spheres emitting a faint blue light rose slowly into the air. Like sprites with self-awareness, they quickly occupied the six best observation points of the drill ground.
"W-What kind of magical artifact is this?!" Lin Chaoyu cried out losing her voice.
"Science."
Su Yu didn't lift his head; two real-time human skeletal models had already been constructed on the screen.
"This is to record Little Junior Uncle's... Divine Essence. After all, for a clash of this level, relying only on eyes will miss many details."
He looked at Kiana in the field and made an "OK" gesture.
"Start, Little Grandmaster. Remember... leave a bit more data on that Martial Nephew."
Kiana glanced at him, the corner of her mouth hooking up imperceptibly.
Bad-hearted Eldest Senior Brother.
"Come on."
She beckoned to Cheng Lingshuang, her posture as casual as if calling a kitten.
"Pardon my offense."
Cheng Lingshuang didn't waste words.
The instant her voice fell, her person had already disappeared.
Fast.
Incredibly fast.
That figure in bloated pajamas actually pulled out an afterimage at this moment.
No fancy starting stance, no superfluous probing. She held her fingers together like a sword, going straight for Kiana's throat.
Tai Xu Sword Qi · Shape Essence · Swift.
This move focused on extreme speed and change.
"So fast!" Ma Feima's pupils constricted violently.
He asked himself, if he were facing this move, he probably could only take it head-on.
However—
Kiana didn't move.
Until that finger was about to touch her skin, only then did she lift her hand casually, as if shooing a fly.
Smack.
A crisp sound.
Cheng Lingshuang's sure-kill strike was lightly blocked by the back of Kiana's hand, like hitting an invisible wall, directly deviating from its trajectory.
Immediately after, Kiana took advantage of the momentum to step forward half a pace.
This half-step landed exactly at the node where Cheng Lingshuang's old force was exhausted and new force had not yet been generated.
"Too slow."
Kiana's voice rang in Cheng Lingshuang's ear.
The next second, the world spun.
Without any complex techniques, Kiana simply sank her shoulder and tackled.
The power that erupted in that instant made Cheng Lingshuang feel like she had been hit by a high-speed train.
Bang!
The two figures touched and separated abruptly.
Cheng Lingshuang retreated seven or eight steps in a row, every step stamping a shallow footprint into the blue stone slab, before she barely stabilized her figure.
A flush of abnormal redness appeared on her originally pale face, but her dead-fish eyes erupted with unprecedented light.
"Again!"
She gave a low shout and rushed up again.
This time, she no longer held back.
Tai Xu Sword Qi, Inch Heart Fist... those moves she usually disdained as troublesome poured out like flowing water at this moment.
And Kiana was like a leaf in a violent storm.
She didn't retreat but advanced.
In this world without Honkai energy, she couldn't use the Authority of the Herrscher of the Void, nor could she use the Subspace Lance.
But this actually allowed her to find her original feeling.
Kaslana Gun Kata, the application of the Valkyrie Deflection Field, and even those street fighting techniques Siegfried taught her...
Everything was mastered thoroughly within this body tempered by a thousand hammers and a hundred refinements.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of fists and feet intersecting was like dense drumbeats, shaking people's hearts until they went numb.
Su Yu stared at the computer screen, his fingers typing crazily, recording these precious frames one by one.
Too strong... Is this Kiana's strength?
The data stream on the screen was so fast it dazzled the eyes.
Every movement of Kiana was precise, efficient, and fatal.
She had no superfluous movements; every strike was intended to end the battle, yet she held back her power just right at the last moment.
Was this... feeding moves?
No, this was simply a dimension-reduction strike style of teaching!
The few onlookers were completely dumbfounded.
Fu Hua's hand pushing her glasses froze in mid-air, her mouth slightly open.
She could see that the moves Kiana used had the foundation of Tai Xu Sword Qi, but were completely different.
That way of generating force, that control over the body... was truly breathtaking.
As for Ma Feima, his back was already soaked through.
He watched the girl in the field who was suppressing Cheng Lingshuang, and was even effortlessly pointing out "this move's angle is wrong," and only felt his throat go dry.
If the one who went up just now was him...
Forget three punches.
He was afraid that with the first punch, he would have to kneel on the ground and beg her not to let him die.
Huff...
In the field, Cheng Lingshuang's movements slowed down.
Her head was full of sweat, her pajamas sticking to her body, her breathing rapid as if pulling bellows.
While opposite her, Kiana's breathing rhythm hadn't even become disordered, and even that high ponytail hadn't come loose much.
"Not fighting anymore."
Cheng Lingshuang suddenly stopped her hands and sat on the ground with a plop, panting heavily without regard for her image.
"Can't win. Not on the same level at all."
She looked up at Kiana, whose face wasn't red and who wasn't panting, and there wasn't a bit of frustration in her eyes, but rather they were full of sparkling worship.
"Little Grandmaster, you... are too strong."
Kiana put away her stance and straightened her slightly messy collar.
"You're not bad either."
She looked at Cheng Lingshuang and gave a fair evaluation.
"In this world, there aren't many people who can force me to use two hands."
This phrase, Versailles to the extreme, didn't make anyone feel she was showing off at this moment.
Because she was truly awesome.
"I concede."
Cheng Lingshuang climbed up from the ground and properly performed a junior's bow.
"Little Grandmaster, I have learned much!"
This "Little Grandmaster" was called out with sincere conviction.
With the end of the battle, that suffocating pressure instantly dissipated.
Kiana seemed to have completed some mission, and that expert demeanor instantly collapsed.
She ran back to Su Yu's side, taking three steps in two, those eyes staring sparklingly at the computer screen.
"How was it, how was it? Su Yu, was that roundhouse kick just now very handsome? Did you record it?"
She leaned in next to Su Yu, pointing at the 3D model replaying on the screen, her tone full of expectation begging for praise.
"Handsome, simply handsome."
Su Yu handily passed over a bottle of ice cola he had prepared long ago.
"Hard work, Little Grandmaster."
"Hehe."
Kiana took the cola, threw her head back, and downed a big mouthful, letting out a satisfied sigh.
Watching the two interacting there as if no one else was around, Su Mei retracted her gaze, the corner of her mouth hooking into a playful smile.
She turned her head, looking at Ma Feima who was shrinking behind the pillar, his face turning green then white.
"Yo, Old Six."
Su Mei's voice wasn't loud, but it was just enough for everyone present to hear.
"Who was it just now saying they wanted to practice with Little Grandmaster? Now the opportunity is rare; Little Grandmaster just finished warming up. Why don't... you go up and fill the spot?"
Ma Feima: "..."
He glanced at Kiana who was still drinking cola over there, then glanced at Cheng Lingshuang who was covered in sweat as if fished out of water.
Silently, he shrank further behind the pillar.
"That... Second Senior Sister."
This strong man of 1.9 meters revealed a smile uglier than crying at this moment.
"I suddenly remembered... our dojo's toilet seems to be clogged. I'll go fix it, be right back!"
After speaking, without waiting for the crowd to react, this "Invincible Iron Fist" Sixth Senior Brother ran off like a frightened rabbit, disappearing in a puff of smoke.
Leaving only a string of awkward yet polite silence in the main hall.
As well as Su Yu's meaningful lament: "It seems Sixth Senior Brother not only has good boxing skills, but this technique for unclogging sewers... is also matchless."
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