Woman Fist? Watch Closely—This Is Wing Chun, Inch Strength

"Phoenix Possession!"

Purple-red light surged from Ma Hongjun's body. The short hair on his head suddenly lengthened and gathered toward the center, forming a mohawk. Long feathers extended from his exposed, burly arms, while his hands transformed into claws.

Two yellow Soul Rings appeared beneath his feet.

Ning Rongrong frowned and could not help complaining, "What an ugly Martial Soul. And he's only a Soul Grandmaster."

"Seven Treasures Turn, Glazed Emerges."

"First: Strength."

"Second: Speed."

The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's palm now resonated with the Golden Bell around her body, directly granting herself two Support Buff Skills.

Her strength and speed both increased by thirty percent.

Seeing Ning Rongrong grant herself a support buff, Ma Hongjun burst out laughing, while Oscar was left dumbfounded.

What use could that possibly be?

"Hmph, go ahead and laugh."

Ning Rongrong gave a Cold Snort. Naturally, she had her reasons for doing this.

"Little girl, don't blame me for bullying you. You're the one who wanted to fight. Today, I'll conquer you, you savage little Support System Soul Master."

"Phoenix Fireline!"

The yellow Soul Ring beneath Ma Hongjun's feet flashed. He opened his mouth, and a stream of high-temperature purple-red flames shot toward Ning Rongrong.

That fellow was extremely lecherous, too. The fireline was aimed slightly below her Lower Abdomen, as if he wanted to burn away her clothes and make Ning Rongrong expose herself.

But unexpectedly, when the Phoenix Fireline struck Ning Rongrong, it was like spraying flames at a Golden Bell.

A stream of Golden Bell Qi coiled around Ning Rongrong's body, making it seem as though she were inside an indestructible Bell Tower. She was not scorched by the flames.

However, the fierce impact of the fire forced Ning Rongrong to retreat several steps.

If she had not stacked the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda's strength buff on herself, she might have retreated more than ten steps or even been knocked down.

Yet she had suffered almost no injury. Only the Golden Bell around her had developed a few cracks.

That was already enough to delight Ning Rongrong.

This was the result of following Su Ran, her Teacher, in arduous training for a month.

Before she had practiced the Seven Treasures Golden Bell Shield with Su Ran, being hit by this Phoenix Fireline would have left her seriously injured.

"You're fine?"

"What is this?"

"Aren't you a Support Soul Master? How could you possibly withstand my Phoenix Fireline head-on?"

Ma Hongjun's eyes widened, and he was utterly bewildered.

Oscar was even more shocked. As a fellow Support System Soul Master, he understood even better how terrifying it was for a support-type Soul Master to endure an Assault System Soul Master's attack head-on.

The Teacher didn't lie to me. Even First Layer Golden Bell Qi already has this kind of defensive power. Then how tough would I become with two layers, three layers, or even Seven Layers Golden Bell?

Once I cultivate Seven Layers Golden Bell, I'll go back and compare with Grandpa Gu to see whose defense is stronger!

Ning Rongrong thought this to herself.

"What? Support System Soul Masters can't add some defense? You're weak and still love to shout. Hmph!"

Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes at Ma Hongjun.

"I'm weak? I'll show you how powerful I am! There's no way I can't beat a support-type Soul Master!"

Ma Hongjun was enraged from embarrassment. His second Soul Ring flashed, and flames ignited across his entire body.

Phoenix in Fire!

Roar!

Ma Hongjun, his entire body wreathed in flames, charged toward Ning Rongrong while spewing Phoenix Fireline from his mouth.

The sight was terrifying, like a pervert who had set himself on fire and was charging over.

"Wing Chun."

"Little Idea Punch."

Ning Rongrong planted her feet, drew her legs inward, and assumed a Wing Chun Fist stance. She was incredibly steady.

Her pair of soft yet powerful palms moved forward, as though she were writing. With simple horizontal, slanting, vertical, and pressing strokes... she actually dispersed the force of Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fireline.

The First Layer Golden Bell around Ning Rongrong was also about to reach its load limit.

At that very moment—

"Wing Chun, Inch Strength!"

After a month of bitter training, Ning Rongrong relied on the sturdy body protected by the Golden Bell Body Protection. She withdrew her palm and formed a fist, causing her strength to erupt in an instant. Meeting the Phoenix Fireline head-on, she slammed her fist into Ma Hongjun's mouth.

At that moment, the First Layer Golden Bell Shield around Ning Rongrong completely shattered.

Likewise, the terrifying burst of power sent Ma Hongjun toppling backward. It felt as though his head had been struck by an iron hammer, his mouth filled with blood, and even his front teeth were knocked out.

Ning Rongrong's blood was surging, and she found the power she had unleashed somewhat unbelievable.

During this month, her Teacher had taught her only two techniques.

The first was the Golden Bell Shield.

The second was this Wing Chun Fist.

When she had first begun learning, she had thought Wing Chun was merely an ornamental style. It looked like a soft and powerless Woman Fist. Every day, she had punched the Iron Stake in the academy's training ground until both hands were swollen and blue. At night, the pain had kept her awake, and she had not understood what use it served.

This was her first actual battle. She had never expected that this seemingly soft and powerless fist technique, combined with the Golden Bell Shield's defensive strength and solidity, along with her own strength and speed buffs, could unleash enough power in a single punch to knock an Assault System Soul Grandmaster flat!

This was simply too fierce!

The ultimate techniques taught by her Teacher were all extraordinary!

Even a support-type Soul Master like her could take down an Assault System Soul Master!

This Seven Treasures Golden Bell Shield seemed tailor-made for her!

"Damn, Fatty, you lost to a support-type Soul Master—and a female one at that?"

Oscar, who was standing nearby, was already staring in stunned disbelief.

"Oscar, are you just watching the show? Hurry up and give this young master a Recovery Great Sausage, damn it!"

"This young master was careless and didn't dodge. Otherwise, there's no way I could have lost to her. I could have burned her to death from a distance!"

"My teeth!"

Ma Hongjun spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at the two front teeth that had been knocked out, his stomach full of resentment.

Damn it, if this woman doesn't want to be my Girlfriend, then so be it. But why did she have to hit me?

"Here."

Oscar recited a spell and conjured a Recovery Great Sausage for Ma Hongjun.

Ma Hongjun swallowed it along with the blood in his mouth. The pain throughout his body soon faded considerably, and his wounds began healing rapidly.

After recovering slightly, Ma Hongjun glared viciously at Ning Rongrong.

"Dead woman, if I don't press you beneath me and fuck you until you cry out today, then I'm not Ma Hongjun!"

Roar—

After eating the Recovery Great Sausage, the Evil Fire within Ma Hongjun erupted. The flames he released were even stronger than before.

Ning Rongrong's expression changed. Her First Layer Golden Bell Qi had already been broken. To cover herself with the Golden Bell Shield again, she had to circulate the Golden Bell Qi through her meridians for one complete cycle. That would take at least two hours.

Boom—

This time, Ning Rongrong was struck by Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fireline, and her body slid more than ten meters backward.

Ma Hongjun had grown smarter as well. He kept spewing Phoenix Fireline from medium-long range, refusing to give Ning Rongrong any chance to get close and unleash Inch Strength. He burned her clothes full of holes, which only made him even more excited.

But at that moment, Ning Rongrong felt a powerful palm brace her from behind. A pink Peach Blossom Petal drifted over.

She turned her head, her face lighting up.

"Teacher, you're here!"

Su Ran said calmly, "I saw that you were late today and hadn't returned by this time, so I came out to take a look."

"Rongrong, watch closely. This is Wing Chun's Inch Strength."

Su Ran extended one hand from beside Ning Rongrong. His palm shifted into a fist, and in an instant, a one-inch edge burst forth, directly extinguishing the entire Phoenix Fireline Ma Hongjun had released.

It ultimately struck Ma Hongjun and sent him flying. He rolled across the ground seven or eight times, his face covered in dirt...