Chapter 1567

Sesame Cookie found himself incredulous at the sudden turn of events.

You’re asking me, a proper and upright man, to fight a defenseless little girl. Even if you don’t think that’s vile and shameful, I sure think it’s embarrassing. I’m from a righteous sect too! One of the Great Four Martial Arts Houses at that!

Sesame Cookie asked carefully. “About that, Mr. Williams, you’re not kidding me... right?”

“Obviously.” Zeke rolled his eyes skyward. “Just do it.”

“Alright.” Sesame Cookie faced Missy helplessly. “Sorry about that, kid. I didn’t have anything to do with it—your dad just asked me to beat you up. I’ll buy candy for you later, okay?”

Missy just hummed delightedly. “Do advise me later, Uncle...”

Before she could even finish speaking, Sesame Cookie struck, sweeping a low kick in her direction.

Striking before even offering the mutual greeting was considered a sneak attack. Despite that, Missy still reacted quickly enough.

As soon as Sesame Cookie’s leg twitched, Missy had already anticipated the attack he was going to make. She jumped up, just in time. Her leap was not high by any means, but it was enough for her to safely avoid the kick.

Both Zeke and Mr. Collins gaped in shock at Missy’s surprisingly accurate prediction. The ability to observe and predict was one that any true martial arts warrior had to possess. With that in hand, they could easily anticipate the attacks that an opponent would launch and counter them effectively. The girl was truly a born martial artist.

Sesame Cookie flushed a deep shade of red. He was a properly trained warrior, and yet this... this little girl had dodged his attack easily. It was embarrassing.

He stooped, holding his arms out to grab Missy. Dodging, Missy struck again, flinging her arm across his face in a perfect backhand.

The slap rang through the air loudly. Missy’s palm impacted across Sesame Cookie’s cheek firmly, and she quickly scrambled away beneath his legs.

Sesame Cookie was left lunging at thin air with a slap for all his troubles. Upon being humiliated and ashamed, he now felt really angry. His face contorted in fury as it turned purple before turning ashen grey.

It was embarrassing.

In fact, it was the height of embarrassment!

Sesame Cookie fumed. I did not live thirty years just to get defeated by a little girl and slapped soundly.

There’s no way I can live like this—none at all!

Anger flaring into new heights, he whirled to charge at Missy again. “Come on, little girl...”

“Stop.” Zeke’s voice was cool. Sesame Cookie deflated abruptly upon seeing Zeke hold Missy in his arms with such adoring affection.

At this moment, Zeke was truly over the moon. His beloved daughter had given him such an unexpected but welcome surprise. She had only really exhibited two moves in the spar just now, but those two moves—one defensive and one offensive—were perfectly invulnerable. Just those two moves were enough to display her stunning talent for the martial arts.

Hoisting Missy in his arms more securely as she giggled, Zeke told Sesame Cookie. “Alright, you can get lost now. I’ll spare you for today. But I expect to see the leaders of the Four Great Martial Houses at the Martial Artist National Examination in two days.”

Still nursing his bruised ego, Sesame Cookie nodded hurriedly. “Yes, yes. Of course.”

He shot a glare at Missy. Giggling, the girl pulled out a lollipop from her pocket, trying very hard to pass it to him with her small hands.

“Don’t cry, uncle. Here, have this lollipop,” She said, a smile lighting up her face again.

Sesame Cookie took the proffered candy silently before slinking away.

Damn it...

He really was going to cry soon.

“Great Marshal,” Mr. Collins said, clearing his throat once Sesame Cookie had left. “If you don’t have any objections, I’d like to initiate the ritual of apprenticeship immediately. The earlier Missy can start her training, the more she can be shaped to reach her full potential.”

Suddenly looking nervous, Zeke wrinkled his nose. “Well, there is one problem. I don’t know if Lacey will agree to let Missy be trained. Let me go meet her first and gauge her reaction.”

So, the three of them quickly made their way back to Zeke’s home. Mr. Collins waited downstairs without any objection while Zeke carried Missy and entered their room lightly.

At that moment, Lacey was busy at work in the kitchen. Although her long work hours at the company left her tired more often than not, the thought of being able to enjoy dinner with her little family was enough to sustain her.

Upon seeing that Lacey was in a good enough mood, Zeke walked up to her and said hesitantly, “Lacey, I’d like to discuss something with you.

“Tell me about it,” Lacey admonished, looking at her husband curiously. “Come on, you don’t have to be so secretive about it.”