Chapter 82 - She Took in a Disciple for No Reason?
The Profligate Madam of the Family
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âI won.â Leng Rongrong loosened her grip. She spoke softly.
âYou, this, how is this possible!â Xiao Yuan raised his head and looked at Leng Rongrong in shock. His eyes were filled with indescribable shock.
Leng Rongrong also used Jeet Kune Doâs fist technique, but hers was more refined and more powerful than his. The wind from each of her punches was like a knife. Although the punch just now did not hit his face, it made him feel as if a cold wind was blowing on him.
This wave could even be compared to his masterâs whirlwind fist.
She was just a young girl⦠A young girl with such slender arms!
How could she be so proficient?
Moreover, he didnât even know how she had punched him. It was too sudden and too fast. He didnât have time to react at all.
Xiao Yuan swallowed his saliva, then saw a small hand stretched out in front of him.
He reached out to grab Leng Rongrongâs small hand while still feeling unbelievably shocked.
At the same time, in front of a tablet, a certain man saw that her small hand was grabbed by another manâs hand. His face instantly darkened, and his eyes narrowed.
A win was a win.
Why did she have to reach out to pull another man?!
At the side, Tang Luo felt a terrifying aura exuding from his master. This jealous aura was truly too terrifying.
âYoung Master, donât you want to go to the arena to take a look?â
With his hands behind his back, Tang Luo stood aside and glanced at the tablet. âSince youâre interested in Young Madam, whatâs the harm in going to take a look? Whatâs the harm in going to cheer for Young Madam? Sheâs your wife anyway!â
A pair of sharp eyes swept toward Tang Luo.
Special Assistant Tang obediently shut his mouth.
On the tablet, Leng Rongrong had won. Everyone below the stage was stunned. She had not been exposed, she had not been beaten black and blue, and she had not been beaten to death by Xiao Yuan.
She had won!
She had truly won against Xiao Yuan.
For a moment, the crowd was so shocked that even a pin drop could be heard. No one dared to speak, but after a while, it was boiling with excitement.
âSh*t, how is she so powerful!â
âI didnât even see her fist technique clearly. How did she subdue Xiao Yuan?â
âIsnât this technique a little too fast?â
âIs she even human? First in archery, first in marksmanship, and now she wants to be first in the martial arts competition?â
âI... I finally know why Lord Four sees her in a different light. Why did Lord Fourâs Tears of Blood and hairpin end up in her hands? If sheâs truly that powerful, Lord Four will probably give her even more things. Lord Four only admires the strong, not to mention beautiful and powerful experts!â
âYou didnât cheat just now, did you?â
âNo, Iâm not cheating. Iâve also learned Jeet Kune Do before, and Iâve made some small achievements.â Sheâs really powerful. Those moves looked simple, but it took more than ten years of practice to achieve such an effect!â
âI bet that she can even beat three Xiao Yuans. Sheâll surely win first in the martial arts competition!â
Leng Rongrong looked at the judge, who was also in disbelief and had not yet recovered from the shock.
They had been prepared to announce Xiao Yuanâs victory, but it wasnât Xiao Yuan who won.
âI won this round, right?â Leng Rongrong asked.
âOh, right, right. Miss Leng is the winner of this round!â
Leng Rongrong stepped off the stage with a smile.
Xiao Yuan came back to his senses and rushed towards Leng Rongrong while the people below the stage could not help but make way for Leng Rongrong.
Everyone looked at Leng Rongrong. Their faces were full of surprise and disbelief. Even a trace of fear could be noticed.
Of course, they no longer looked down on her like before.
No one dared to say anything.
âYou, who taught you Jeet Kune Do? Why are you so powerful?â Xiao Yuan chased after Leng Rongrong and asked, âYou only used three moves to subdue me. How did you do it?â
Xiao Yuan couldnât believe it. Although he wasnât considered an expert, he wasnât bad either.
However, he had indeed lost to a woman who was younger than him.
If his master found out about this, he would probably be beaten to death by his master.
This was a very embarrassing thing.
âJust like this.â Leng Rongrong looked at Xiao Yuan with a calm expression. After some thought, she said, âDo what you did just now.â
Xiao Yuan hesitated for a moment, then did what he had just done.
Leng Rongrong hit Xiao Yuan in a few places. âYouâre wrong. This move of yours wonât work. Try to raise your hand a little higher and move faster...â
Leng Rongrong taught him on the spot, and Xiao Yuan was enlightened after listening to her.
âI understand! No wonder my master always says Iâm stupid. Iâve been wrong all along!â Xiao Yuan tried again and was startled. He realized that with Leng Rongrongâs guidance, his speed had increased and he had become more powerful.
Leng Rongrong had only said a few words, but he could understand them so quickly.
Leng Rongrong was too amazing!
Xiao Yuan continued to pester Leng Rongrong, âThereâs still something Iâm not very good at. Can you give me some pointers?â
Leng Rongrong glanced at Xiao Yuan. âDo I look like a cheap master? You donât need to acknowledge a master. I can just give others pointers!â
âThen, if I call you Master, will you teach me?â Xiao Yuan was in high spirits and immediately called her âMasterâ.
The surrounding people were all shocked.
What was going on?
After being defeated, he seriously treated his opponent as his master?!
Leng Rongrong blinked her bright eyes as she looked at Xiao Yuan and said, âArenât you afraid that your own master will vomit blood by calling someone else âMasterâ so casually?â
âMy masterâs temper is very good! Whoever is willing to give me pointers is my master, so you are my master!â Xiao Yuan expectantly made a gesture that he couldnât understand.
Leng Rongrong looked at it for a while and said, âYour steps are not firm, and the next set is not stable, so your fist technique will surely not be good. Donât think that the fist techniques only rely on your hands. If youâre not steady enough, whatâs the use? Youâll fall with a kick.â
As she spoke, Leng Rongrong adjusted Xiao Yuanâs stance.
âYou can try again.â
A few seconds later, Xiao Yuan looked at Leng Rongrong with a fawning expression. âMaster, youâre amazing! I want to be your disciple!â
âGet lost!â The corner of Leng Rongrongâs mouth twitched. âYou can leave now. You donât have to call me Master. The guidance is over.â
âNo, Iâve already called you Master. You should teach me a few more times!â Xiao Yuan tugged at Leng Rongrongâs arm and acted coquettishly.
âYouâre a...man. Youâre so disgusting!â Leng Rongrong shook off Xiao Yuanâs hand and hid far away.
On the stage, the competition started again.
Leng Rongrong looked at the stage. Xiao Yuan was standing at the side. He asked Leng Rongrong who would win.
âThereâs no need to watch. He will win.â Leng Rongrong pointed at a man in black and said, âHis Tai Chi is not bad. He can execute a hundred-pound swing with little strength. Heâll surely win in two minutes.â