Act.13 So Fine · Absolutely Stunning

[Part 1: What's with all the fancy stuff?]

The first round of the knightly duel had just ended, and the Killer King Moen had already been carried away by medical personnel for emergency treatment. Female prisoner G117 showed no intention of resting; instead, she seemed to have just finished warming up, with a cheerful smile on her face.

It was a healthy and contented smile, revealing sixteen gleaming white teeth. Anyone who saw it couldn't help but feel that this woman had just finished exercising on the Tennis Court in the university town, her whole body radiating warmth, just like someone who had just finished a pleasant tennis match with their sweetheart—making her instantly approachable.

--It was as if G117, who had just subdued a murderer with a few punches and kicks, was a completely different person. Something seemed to have emerged from her body; her expression during and after the battle was drastically different.

Edward was sweating profusely. The old man held a handkerchief and kept wiping his cheeks, his tone gradually becoming more respectful.

Do you need a rest?

Although the eyesight of vampires who have received blood donations is not very good, and the blood of rat kidney cells and bat monsters can even impair their visual senses, Edward's hearing organs seemed to detect some incredible sound from the shockwaves and explosions of the punches and kicks just now.

That little commotion almost terrified him; even his master, the leader of the [Scarlet Duke] warband whom he admired, was no match for this G117.

Xue Ming, "No need to rest, call the second one up, hurry up—my body is burning hot."

With only about ten seconds to prepare, the second contestant was still in a daze when he went on stage.

This man is of Latin American descent, standing at 199 centimeters tall. He is a top-notch fighter with dreadlocks that exude the exotic charm of a South American athlete. As he leaps onto the ring, he begins to sway his wide hips and shake his legs and buttocks.

His footwork was unique, like alternating steps in a dance, constantly getting used to the hardness of the nylon ring, and also to gain the upper hand by using this complex alternating step to intimidate his opponent.

Originally, Tyrannosaurus Warrior Andro was still immersed in the results of the previous match and couldn't understand how G117 had defeated his opponent. As soon as this new tough guy appeared, he immediately wanted to boost the enemy's morale, so he covered his cheeks and screamed loudly.

"It's the King of Dance! Dance King Chopper!"

Hasben was also completely bewildered.

He strongly suspected that G117's victory over the Killer King was largely due to cheating with Soul Power, a deceptive tactic.

"Now she can't play any tricks."

Dance King Chopper's unique footwork comes from Capoeira, a strange fighting technique involving extremely large, repetitive steps combined with a butterfly-like figure-eight movement.

Chopper's long legs are flexible and can bend and stretch, allowing him to use his hands and torso as fulcrums to deliver powerful kicks from all sorts of unpredictable angles.

His leg techniques were his livelihood; he shattered more than twenty skulls in the unrestricted fighting of underground boxing, eventually landing him in prison, becoming a thorn in the side of major casinos, and a tainted witness.

According to Hasben--

--In the first round against the Killer King Moen, G117 was still able to use Soul Power to cheat.

However, in the second round against Chopper, the Dance King Chopper, there was absolutely no way he could close the distance and secretly summon his Soul Power at close range.

Those two legs, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, would become an insurmountable barrier, intercepting all attacks from 120 centimeters away.

Xue Ming remained motionless, awaiting instructions from Butler Edward.

"Start the fight!"

The second match began.

Chopper was much more cautious than Moen. He simply smiled and kept peeking around at an ambiguous distance. When Xue Ming slowly approached, he immediately lay down and hung upside down with his legs hooked.

The leather shoe, sharp as a knife, shot skyward, delivering a vicious kick from an unpredictable angle!

He kicked straight at Xue Ming's face, and the instant his kick missed, he used his powerful core strength to twist his waist, turning the kick into a spinning kick.

--This extremely physically demanding finishing move is a rare and spectacular technique in UFC open-ended fighting competitions. Few fighters would use it as a basic attack, not because it's ineffective, but because their stamina can't keep up with the demands.

But Dance King Chopper, can--

His abundant primordial energy and the blood of the calamity beast made him almost like a piece of tough clay. In the instant of the exchange, he displayed his magnificent leg techniques, body movements, and powerful core strength.

Before his two direct attacks had succeeded, he quickly adjusted his posture and returned to that strange rhythm of butterfly steps.

Kun En, sitting in the audience, breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems Chopper can handle her."

The leader of Hydra was also all smiles.

"He's always dodging, I love that kind of boxer, it's so exciting to watch."

On the ring, Chopper still had that smug grin. Compared to his opponent's passive, static defensive stance, he had almost completely taken the initiative, convinced that G117 was already caught in his rhythm.

Otherwise, why haven't they attacked yet?

They must have been mesmerized by my dazzling footwork.

Although I don't know how you did it, defeating Moen is enough to earn you a salary of one and a half months in this prison.

Just fall right in front of me!

Xue Ming stood still, and finally even lowered his hands, which he had been using to maintain a defensive stance.

She couldn't understand her opponent's martial arts style, and had never seen such fierce and flashy kicks.

She had only ever seen this technique in movies before. In UFC match videos, it was mostly used as a surprise move, a way to catch someone off guard and achieve excellent results – a kind of sneaky stunt.

However, this Dance King Chopper was planning to steal chickens from the very beginning, which was beyond her comprehension.

Since the opponent only uses their legs, the head-protecting stance in Sanshou is meaningless; it must be replaced with the traditional martial arts' "four-square stance" to counter them.

Right now, at this very moment.

Something that neither Xue Ming nor Chopper expected happened.

In the audience, A Xing's eyes sparkled.

--When she saw the Brazilian capo dance, she couldn't help but shower it with compliments. After all, it's a technique rarely seen in fighting games. This little fanboy, after switching to a female character account, had a kind of frenzied feeling of seeing his idol.

"Wow! So handsome! He's fucking handsome!"

"I can't take it! He's so handsome, so incredibly handsome!"

"He's flying across the floor! Just like a spinning top!"

"Did you see that? Did you see that? How was that movement done?!"

Hearing his little sister's praise, Chopper became more and more excited.

These magnificent footwork and kicking skills should be the center of attention, eliciting gasps of amazement and praise as they defeat their opponents and claim victory!

As the buzz surrounding A Xing grew louder.

Chopper immediately began to lie on the ground and demonstrate complex full and half rotations, showcasing gymnastic-like movements, which drew even more surprised and admiring glances from the crowd.

He spun faster and faster, his legs almost leaving afterimages, and a gust of wind, like a knife, followed his muscular figure toward his opponent, turning his white bell-bottoms into a peony flower.

As the cheers grew louder, a powerful kick, like a surging wave, hurtled towards Xue Ming's face.

--Success!

The moment they made physical contact, Chopper was almost certain that the ever-spinning, accelerating kick would rip off G117's head in one swift motion.

But the next second--

--In just a second.

He fell from heaven to hell.

He felt a sharp pain in both legs, and during the rolling and spinning motion, he would lose sight of the enemy for a fleeting moment. Just now, he heard two clean and crisp strikes, and when he turned around to face the enemy again, he found that his legs would not obey his commands.

A Xing's expression returned to its usual listless state.

"I knew it—her side kick could have ripped my kidneys apart."

The opponent's right rear leg delivered a powerful, powerful kick, striking the rapidly spinning long leg.

First, a mid-range straight kick shattered Chopper's kneecap, then a low sweeper broke Chopper's left leg.

The game ended abruptly; before Xue Ming could even begin the execution, Steward Edward had already called a halt.

After losing control of his legs, Chopper also lost his balance, tilting his center of gravity and crashing headfirst onto the ring, completely unaware of what had happened.

Everything happened so fast; it looked like G117 quickly delivered two kicks and ended the fight instantly.

Xue Ming took a break this time, returning to the edge of the arena, laughing heartily with A Xing and exchanging warm greetings.

"Was that cheer you gave just now meant to disrupt the enemy's mind and break his rhythm? I couldn't understand his leg techniques at first, but once he started spinning, everything became very simple."

A Xing: "What's causing this disturbance?"

Xue Ming: "It's alright now."

Andro and Hasben stared, finally realizing that the women in the ring were not some helpless newborns at all.

She is a fierce tiger--

--Her fist could stop Moen's advancing punch.

--Her back kick could also shatter Chopper's Battle Dance.

These are all tactics that use strength to defeat strength, extremely forceful and fierce.

From beginning to end, they did not sense any spiritual energy fluctuations, any signs of the activation of soul power, or any special Inspiration pressure.

Andro finally burst into tears; he was filled with deep regret.

"Waaaaah!"

"Boss! What's wrong?!" Jello first showed concern for the leader of the Tyrannosaurus Warriors, then couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Andro: "What are you laughing at?"

Jello: "I bought her a pair of all thirteen! Boss! Didn't you buy any? She's my good friend whom I brought in, I've always trusted her!"

Andro: "Waaaaaah!~"

[Part ② is now finished!]

Xue Ming walked back to the arena and immediately urged the next contestant to step up.

At this moment, a young boxer walked out of the Hung Mun Martial Arts Academy.

Master Bei Chen spoke to his disciples with great seriousness.

"Once you're up there, don't think about winning or losing."

The disciple nodded. "Teacher, I know. I know."

Bei Chen continued, "Don't feel pressured, it's okay if you lose."

The disciple's face was covered in cold sweat. "Don't say that, Master. I'm under even more pressure now."

Bei Chen covered his face. "Believe in yourself. You can actually beat me. In all my years of teaching boxing, you are the best boxer I have ever seen—it's just that your mentality is not right."

"I know. I..." The disciple's teeth chattered as he turned his head slightly to glance at the arena.

G117 still greeted everyone with a healthy, broad smile, glaring at his opponents below the stage, and at the next lucky one.

This terrified the disciple so much that his legs went weak.

Without saying a word, Bei Chen helped the boy onto the arena.

Edward, the old butler, looked at the contestant's mental state and shook his head repeatedly.

"No, Bei Chen, he has no will to fight."

"Do you expect me to do it?" Bei Chen curled his lip, looking at his martial arts uniform, which was made of expensive silk with gold trim. It would be undignified if it were damaged, and if he were injured, the entire Hung Mun Martial Arts Academy would lose face.

Edward, on the other hand, had the air of someone who loved watching the drama unfold.

Are you scared?

Bei Chen immediately changed his tune, using very tough words to utter the most cowardly lines.

"What! Are you trying to provoke me?! You want me to bully the younger generation?"

Edward: "Are you scared? I just want to get to the bottom of this."

Among all the gang leaders present, Bei Chen started from the bottom as a gangster, worked his way up to become the Red Flower Double Stick Master of the Hung Mun, and then retired to teach students at the Martial Arts Academy. He was also the most capable fighter among all the leaders.

"Of course I'm scared!" Bei Chen immediately found a way out, not giving anyone else a chance to argue.

Originally, [Iranian Child] and [Hydra] wanted to say something more.

Bei Chen's words were almost like a fatal blow, silencing them completely. The whole barrage of sarcastic remarks they had prepared nearly choked them to death.

"Aren't you afraid? I'm asking you! Andro! Kun En! And you! And both of you! Sebastian, aren't you afraid?!"

This harsh tone didn't sound like admitting defeat at all; rather, it was a complete abandonment of pretense, an attempt to drag everyone else down with them.

The disciples of the Martial Arts Academy were obsequious and apologized to Teacher Bei Chen.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I'm so sorry."

Bei Chen took off his coat, leaving all his pride in the student's arms.

"It's alright. I'll handle her."

He stepped onto the ring shirtless, wearing only loose-fitting combat pants and flat cloth shoes. When he reached Xue Ming, he immediately clasped his hands in a fist and bowed.

"Hung Mun Martial Arts Academy, Bei Chen."

Xue Ming did not respond to that statement.

She didn't know what to say, so she simply remained silent.

For a moment, the audience below the stage didn't know what to say, but A Xing was cheering and shouting for Master Bei Chen.

"Go for it, big brother who's not wearing clothes!"

In short, the atmosphere became eerie.

The gang leaders in the audience were all in a state of fear, and they knew very well how much they themselves could fight.

If all the thugs under his command were like Bei Chen's students, their fighting spirit would collapse before they even stepped onto the stage, and they would most likely end up going on stage themselves to embarrass themselves.

He could only silently hope that Bei Chen would teach this little girl a lesson.

Bei Chen: "Aren't you going to tell me which sect you belong to?"

Xue Ming: "Are you sure?"

Bei Chen: "Is it hard to say?"

Xue Ming: "I have too many teachers. It would take at least five minutes to recite this tongue twister."

Upon hearing this, Bei Chen found it difficult to understand the implied meaning behind G117's words.

But that's just how it is--

Xue Ming's martial arts instructors represent almost half of the martial arts world in the mortal realm.

Not just from China, but also from Southeast Asia, Japan, Thailand, South Korea, Russia, and North America.

Most of the international friends that could be hired in combat sports events have been hired through their financial resources.

She has extremely high boxing intelligence and is not restricted by traditional schools of thought. She is not picky about her training and does not believe that one must practice a particular style of boxing for a lifetime.

When G117 looked at Edward.

Edward finally shouted the signal.

"Start the fight!"

This time, Xue Ming didn't resort to passive defense.

She almost immediately chose to take the initiative and attack.

Bei Chen is 181 centimeters tall, which is similar to her arm span.

She took a low stance and entered her opponent's attack range, then suddenly ducked down. It was a traditional boxing stance, aiming to finish the fight in one go!

Bei Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his fist to block the door, trying to keep his opponent out of the optimal attack range.

The swinging punch almost grazed the girl's back.

Too low--

How could she adopt such a humble posture?

The ghostly dive was instantly corrected, and the sharp dodge and recovery made Bei Chen break out in a cold sweat!

At that moment—the critical moment when they lost their home advantage in the first round.

The experienced boxer raised his leg to strike G117's shin, aiming to weaken her and gain the upper hand in the ensuing close-quarters combat.

The strategy was brilliant, but reality was harsh.

He felt like he'd kicked a hornet's nest!

What incredibly strong legs!

That unwavering, advancing jab stance looked like it was playing a clapping game, but no matter how hard Bei Chen tried, he couldn't block it!

A vicious combination of punches landed at arm's length; that was round G117!

In just two seconds, after exchanging six punches, Bei Chen spotted a nimble bee!

As she dives down to reposition herself, she can throw punches at the ribs and liver.

The moment she returned to her normal stance, she unleashed a vicious jab to the head.

After four effective attacks, Bei Chen was almost powerless to fight back. The attacks that he blocked with his arms were so powerful that they went through his arms and slammed into his cheeks, causing his brain to shake inside his skull and resulting in unpredictable dizziness and damage!

Until the final blow of the seventh punch.

He collapsed to the ground, his face now swollen like a pig's head. He pounded the floor, signaling his surrender.

Andro slapped himself on the head.

Kun En then slapped himself on the head.

Almost all gang Dadu do this, as if they are taking their own temperature.

Xue Ming's fists were covered in blood, but it wasn't hers.

She was very excited and wiped the dirty blood off her face, most of which came from Teacher Bei Chen's nasal cavity.

She said to Edward.

"Is the hand-to-hand combat warm-up over? Shouldn't we move on to the melee combat next?"