Right then, Gu Wan’er let out a loud cheer: “Wan’er, go get ’em!”
Yu Xiaoduo thought to himself, You really should stop cheering—it’s way too awkward.
With a loud clang, this unconventional match officially kicked off.
Even though someone had thrown in a little bonus beforehand, an opponent was still an opponent, and that wouldn’t change just because she happened to be a woman.
Ye Shishi clenched her fists, and a fierce glint flashed in her beautiful eyes. In that moment, she seemed to have become the Ye Xiang from earlier—and deep down, she knew full well that she couldn’t afford to lose tonight.
Seeing Yu Xiaoduo standing there completely unguarded, Ye Shishi let out a cold snort and lashed out with her long, toned leg. The crowd gasped in surprise—they hadn’t expected her kicks to be so precise, equally solid in offense and defense, each one landing with brutal force.
Amateurs watch for the spectacle; professionals watch for the technique.
Scarface, watching Ye Shishi’s relentless assault, muttered under his breath, “Miss Ye has truly mastered the Mo Family Leg Technique—far more composed than she was back in the day.”
“You flatter her. My sister just practices it for self-defense,” Ye Xiang said modestly, though his gaze grew somewhat heavy. Her attacks looked fierce, but Gu Wan’er’s defense, while clumsy, kept dodging every single time—how was that possible?
Down below, the real Gu Wan’er was already starting to get nervous. After all, Yu Xiaoduo was completely on the back foot, and Ye Shishi was way too aggressive.
“Holy crap, what kind of fistwork is Ye Shishi using? Doesn’t look like boxing at all,” Lu Zhengzhi muttered in confusion.
Fu Quan said in a low voice, “There aren’t really any rules here anyway. I’ve looked into Ye Shishi’s style before—it’s one of the Southern Fist styles, specifically Mo Family Fist. It’s famous for its leg techniques; they say one kick is worth three punches.”
“No wonder she kicked my jaw out of alignment back then.” Lu Zhengzhi rubbed his chin as he spoke—that memory was way too embarrassing.
“Compared to back then, she seems even stronger now. Sigh…” Fu Quan watched Gu Wan’er keep retreating and let out a long sigh.
Meanwhile, Bai Ji was staring intently at the screen, her fingers unconsciously clenching. It was hard to tell which side she was really rooting for.
And inside the private booth, Gu Yuanli was already yelling his head off: Fight back, Wan’er! Hit her!
In the ring, Yu Xiaoduo was quickly backed into the iron railings, with nowhere left to run.
But in his mind, he was thinking: I really didn’t expect Ye Shishi to know Mo Family Fist—and she’s pretty decent at it too. If it had been the real Gu Wan’er in here, she’d have been taken out in one shot.
Too bad for her, though—she ran straight into my strong suit. I’ve got her pattern figured out. Now it’s time to strike back!
Suddenly, Ye Xiang, standing outside the cage, roared: “Watch out!”
Ye Shishi’s heart jolted. Without a moment’s hesitation, she abandoned her attack and crossed her arms in defense.
At that instant, a fierce look crossed Yu Xiaoduo’s face. His whole body leaned forward, and as his right foot stomped down, he drove his elbow straight forward—slamming it hard into the middle of Ye Shishi’s crossed arms.
The moment she felt that force, Ye Shishi was stunned. If she didn’t retreat, her whole body would surely collapse!
She stumbled backward from the elbow strike, not stopping until her back slammed into the chain-link fence. But her arms were already trembling uncontrollably.
The entire arena fell silent. No one could believe that their “Sister Ye” had actually been countered—and was suddenly at a disadvantage.
Gu Mingqin and Gu Yuanli stared at their sister in utter shock. Sure, she’d pulled off a successful counter, but what they couldn’t believe was just how good their sister actually was. The thought of the time they’d spent alone with her sent a chill down their spines—if she’d hit them with an elbow like that, they’d probably be calling for an ambulance right away.
Ye Shishi stared at her opponent in disbelief. She’d thought Gu Wan’er didn’t know anything—never imagined she was just waiting for the right moment!
If her fourth brother hadn’t warned her just now, she’d already be on the ground—maybe even in the hospital. What a terrifying woman. She’d seriously underestimated her.
Ye Xiang’s gaze was deep and unreadable. The coin in his hand had stopped spinning. He said in a low voice, “Baji Quan.”
“What a ferocious Baji Quan. Miss Gu has been hiding her skills way too well.” Even Scarface couldn’t help but let out an admiring exclamation. He hadn’t expected both women to know some martial arts—and from the looks of it, Miss Gu seemed even more formidable.
Ye Xiang said nothing. Gu Wan’er really did know how to keep her cards closer to her chest than his sister. A woman like that was terrifying; his sister was no match for her at all. This time, coming back, they’d truly stepped on a steel plate.
“Mr. Ye, we should call it off,” Scarface advised. Baji Quan was known for its explosive, brutal power—it was considered one of the most ruthless fist styles out there. One solid hit could cause serious injury.
Ye Xiang knew exactly what Scarface meant. That move from Gu Wan’er just now had looked simple, but pulling it off so smoothly required at least a decade of hard training. What kind of monster is this woman—why would she go and learn a killing style like that?
On the other side, the real Gu Wan’er was completely floored. Yu Xiaoduo had just pushed forward, and Ye Shishi went flying like she’d been launched. This guy is seriously incredible. Could watching three hundred martial arts movies really turn you into a kung fu master?
Lu Zhengzhi suddenly said with a hint of schadenfreude, “Brother Yu, you better watch your step. If you’re caught glancing around on the street and Sister-in-law gives you an elbow to the gut, you’ll be spending half a month in the hospital.”
Gu Wan’er’s mouth twitched. Maybe I should stop annoying him—look at him, he doesn’t even spare women.
“I really never expected Sister-in-law to have this kind of skill. I’m totally impressed.” Even Fu Quan was now addressing her as “Sister-in-law,” clearly showing his newfound admiration.
“Old Fu, can you tell what style Sister-in-law is using? That elbow strike was way too cool—is it that inch-punch thing?”
As Lu Zhengzhi asked, Gu Wan’er also perked up her ears to listen.
“I don’t know much about martial arts,” Fu Quan said. “I only looked into it before because I was curious about Ye Shishi. But while I was researching, I came across some other styles too. The Southern styles emphasize using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds, while the Northern styles favor big, sweeping movements. And since Sister-in-law is from the North, she probably learned some Northern style. Just my two cents as an amateur.” He chuckled lightly at the end.
Gu Wan’er was puzzled by this. But Yu Xiaoduo is clearly from the South—did he really learn from movies?
She’d thought he was just bragging before, but turns out he was telling the truth. The guy’s a genius.
Lu Zhengzhi said with a dead-serious expression, “Brother Yu, how about this—I’ll take you as my master to learn how to pick up girls, and I’ll take Sister-in-law as my master to learn how to protect myself while doing it.”
Gu Wan’er: “…”
Watching Yu Xiaoduo in the cage, Gu Wan’er suddenly felt like she wouldn’t dare pinch him anymore. What if he hit her back? She’d be no match for him. But then again, when he teased her, was she just supposed to let him walk all over her? So frustrating.
Just then, Ye Xiang outside the cage called out in a low voice: “Shishi!”
Ye Shishi understood what he meant, but she didn’t want to lose. She could still fight!
“Give up. You’re no match for me.” Yu Xiaoduo flashed a faint smile and shook out his hand, looking completely at ease.
