Family Lineage

Oh my... a girl actually practiced this kind of... magic!

Evenson naturally would not pass up such a good thing as coming to challenge someone, only to be treated to a match for free.

But now Senior Disciple Sister Li Lin and Wong had stepped into the ring, so they had technically started fighting. Still, they were only testing each other and running through a few stances—this could only count as a warm-up. After all, this exchange was merely a spar. How could they go all out from the start?

Yet the moment Li Lin took the field and exerted herself, every joint in her body crackled. She spread into an enormous stance, her movements solid and forceful, each step striking the ground with an audible thud.

Evenson found this rather unexpected. He had thought that although this Senior Disciple Sister dressed rather androgynously and had a... rather androgynous figure, she was still a woman. The martial arts she practiced... uh, magic, ought to have been something like Wing Chun, refined and elegant, the sort where victory was decided across an Eight Immortals table.

But now, although Evenson knew nothing about boxing, he could tell that Senior Disciple Sister practiced a broad, open style—fierce, powerful, and domineering.

Sure enough, as the warm-up drew to an end, Senior Disciple Sister's strikes began to whistle through the air. Raised knees and crashing elbows came naturally to her, and her punches covered an enormous range. At a glance, it was clearly an external style built around brute force.

"Her martial arts have improved again..." After watching for a few moments, Klayya sighed. "As expected of Senior Disciple Sister."

"They haven't even officially started fighting, and you can already tell?" Evenson asked blankly. To be fair, he was a complete outsider when it came