After winning a double-digit number of victories, Zheng Lingxi finally could no longer maintain that innocent, carefree composure. Her little face fell, and she went on strike.
The reason for her strike, however, was rather unexpected.
"Little Wu Ming, you're too stupid!"
This thief crying thief was truly refreshing to hear. Who would have thought even Senior Sister Lingxi could call someone too stupid?
Wu Ming could not help asking curiously, "But I feel like I was about to win."
After ten consecutive matches, although Wu Ming had lost every single time, he had also improved markedly each time. By their last bout, Zheng Lingxi had found it difficult to suppress him using only mid-stage Qi Refining cultivation. They had traded over ten moves before Wu Ming was caught in an opening.
At this rate, getting his first clear of Lingxi was practically within reach.
"What's the point of winning like that?" Zheng Lingxi wrinkled her nose and tried hard to make a face. "Too stupid!"
Wu Ming asked, "Then how does Senior Sister think I should win?"
Zheng Lingxi was even more dissatisfied. "I taught you from the very beginning! You weren't paying attention!"
Wu Ming was even more puzzled. He could not help recalling what Senior Sister meant by "the very beginning"... when she had taken advantage of him sleeping to secretly sleepwalk to his side, blow at his bangs, and pin down his arm?
No, it should have been a little later—starting from the first time she declared that Little Wu Ming had lost.
That time, Zheng Lingxi had likewise caught him off guard. But thinking carefully, whether he had been on guard or not would not have made any real difference. Her stepping punch had seemed utterly ordinary—her step was not particularly fast, nor was her