Capítulo 47: Chapter 47: The Woman is Not Virtuous, Deliberately Punching
Lou Huiying slung her baseball bat over her shoulder and touched the long, thin red mark on her neck with a "tut" of annoyance.
"It still hurts," she muttered.
This was the first time she'd felt pain since wearing the crown.
Feeling quite pleased with herself after dealing with Duan Kaiping, Lou Huiying was about to head back to her hotel when she noticed a young man with glasses slowly approaching her.
For some reason, despite his unassuming appearance, something about him made her scalp tingle. She paused, her instincts telling her to be cautious.
She watched as he neared, pushing up his glasses. The afternoon sun reflected off the lenses, obscuring his eyes, but she knew he was looking right at her.
"Boy, was it you who did that just now?" Lou Huiying asked, narrowing her eyes.
Xue Jing nodded with a calm smile. "Yes, it was me."
Lou Huiying immediately became wary. "You brought a gun?"
Just moments ago, Duan Kaiping had a bloody hole blown through his thigh, something only a bullet could do.
Although unsure if she could withstand bullets, she had no desire to test it out.
"A gun... you could say that," Xue Jing replied with a smile. "But don't worry, I won't be using a gun against you."
With that, Xue Jing shrugged off his coat, tossing it aside, and began stretching, as if preparing for a workout rather than a fight.
He had observed her battle with Duan Kaiping and already gauged her level of martial prowess.
She was strong, with thick skin and tough muscles, but her fighting style was crude—clearly, she had never received any formal training.
To Xue Jing, she was a perfect punching bag, an opportunity to hone his skills.
Deciding to forego the advantages his glasses might offer, Xue Jing resolved to defeat her in a straight-up fight.
After activating [Twins], he felt speed and power surge through him, ready for action.
Of course, if things took a turn for the worse, he could always remove his glasses and activate his 'Charm' skill.
Seeing him prepare, Lou Huiying understood his intention.
"You? You think you can take me on?" she scoffed.
She eyed him up and down—his glasses hid most of his features, but his physique hinted that he might be handsome. Perhaps she could have some fun with him first.
"Then come on, let's see if your fists are as tough as your big mouth..." Lou Huiying licked her lips, relishing the challenge.
Xue Jing said nothing more, taking a deep breath and activating his breathing technique, feeling power surge through his body. His blood pumped faster, and his body temperature rose.
In his mind, he visualized a dragon with wings, feeling the faint "dragon spirit" emanate from within.
Lou Huiying frowned, sensing something was off.
Was this boy stronger than he appeared?
"Who are you?!" she demanded.
Xue Jing paused for a moment and then smiled. "You can call me... Wan Hao."
With that, Xue Jing activated his dual speed, rushing at Lou Huiying with blinding quickness.
His movement defied common sense, accelerating so suddenly that no one could react.
Lou Huiying, lacking any real combat training, was completely unprepared for Xue Jing's swift advance.
"Boom!"
His fist tore through the air and connected solidly with Lou Huiying's chin.
She staggered back, her upper body bending from the impact, but she didn't fall.
From the feel of his fist, Xue Jing realized just how tough she was. Focusing, he followed up with a powerful whip-kick to her waist.
Even steel bars would have bent under such a blow. Lou Huiying was sent flying over three meters, crashing into a concrete wall, which cracked under the force.
Seizing the advantage, Xue Jing pressed on, using his twin speed to close the distance and pummel her face with both his fists, mercilessly.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"
Each strike landed with a dull thud, driving her head deeper into the wall, expanding the cracks.
"Clatter..."
Finally, the wall gave way under the relentless assault, collapsing into rubble and burying Lou Huiying.
Xue Jing stepped back, taking a deep breath, and looked at his slightly reddened fists.
"Tough as nails..." he muttered to himself.
Nearby residents, along with a dozen of Duan Kaiping's men, stared in shock at the bespectacled young man standing tall and unshaken.
"Is this real? Feels like a movie..."
"Even the wall's broken—will Sister Lou be okay?"
"Hiss... That was brutal! she's even a woman, he really didn't hold back!"
"The woman isn't exactly innocent, though. She throws punches just as hard!"
"Who is that guy? Sister Lou took down Duan Kaiping with one hit, but he just... overwhelmed her?"
A slender arm emerged from the rubble.
"Clatter..."
Lou Huiying slowly rose from the debris with dust, and bits of concrete falling from her body.
Despite the countless blows that would have killed an ordinary person, she was only bruised and bloodied.
"Boy... you've really pissed me off!" Lou Huiying growled, her words clipped with fury.
The crown with black flowers atop her head began to emit a faint black aura, further enhancing her strength and amplifying the malice in her heart.
Xue Jing watched her carefully, but beneath his calm exterior, he felt a thrill of excitement.
This was battle at its finest!
Awesome!
Lou Huiying sprang up with a roar, stomping the ground hard enough to crack the concrete as she charged at Xue Jing.
Lacking skill but fueled by sheer power, she reached for Xue Jing with the intent to tear him apart.
She was almost upon him, a predatory grin spreading across her face.
If she could just catch him, she'd rip him to pieces!
But just as her hand was about to close around him, Xue Jing sidestepped with ease, leaving her grasping at nothing but air.
Without hesitation, Xue Jing grabbed a handful of her long blond hair.
Pull!
As her head snapped downward, Xue Jing drove his knee into her face with all the power he could muster.
Her head jerked back from the force, and even Lou Huiying, as tough as she was, cried out in pain, blood spurting from her nose.
But her rage only grew. Twisting her body to halt her momentum, she turned and reached for Xue Jing's wrist.
Before she could act, Xue Jing raised his other hand and snapped his fingers right in front of her face.
"Aaaaaaah!!"
The force channeled through his fingertips struck her directly in the eye. The pain was excruciating, and Lou Huiying let go of his wrist, clutching her eye and screaming.
Xue Jing recalled Li Qi's teachings:
"No matter how dirty or underhanded, use any trick to win. The one standing at the end gets to call the shots!"
With steely resolve, Xue Jing launched a Spartan kick straight into Lou Huiying's lower abdomen.
A woman's vulnerable spots could be just as devastating as a man's!
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