The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

"Fuck you!" Su Yang's anger was instantly ignited. With his youthful energy, how could he tolerate such contempt? He rolled up his sleeves and wanted to rush forward, "Brother Chen, I'm going to meet this stinky girl!"

"Stop." Chen Yifan grabbed him and said, "Think carefully. If you go up there, don't expect me to rescue you. You saw clearly how she broke that strong man's bones just now."

"I know!" Su Yang's eyes were full of a determination to not admit defeat, "But she just didn't meet her match! Brother Chen, just wait and see. I'll show her today that even a burden can overturn her broken boat!"

Chen Yifan stared at him for a few seconds, then released his hand. "You can go ahead, but remember, staying alive is the most important thing. If she really cuts off your arm, I won't have time to collect your body."

"Don't worry!" Su Yang took a deep breath, grabbed the edge of the fighting stage, turned over and jumped up.

The wooden fighting platform creaked as he stepped on it, and laughter and whistles instantly erupted from the audience.

"Where did this pretty boy come from? Is he too old to live?"

"Looking at his delicate skin and tender flesh, I'm afraid he won't last more than a minute!"

"Let's bet! I'm betting on the guy in black! Three to one!"

"I'm betting on the pretty boy! Maybe he's got some skills."

Amidst the clamor of discussion, Su Yang stood still across from Qiu Gu. Less than three meters away, he could finally see her more clearly. The hood of her hoodie was still on, her exposed chin stained with dried blood. Her eyes were still unfocused, but they were fixed on him like a hook.

"I like playing with you, you little burden." Qiu Gu's voice was still so hoarse, like rusty iron sheets rubbing against each other.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Su Yang took a stance, his feet shoulder-width apart, fists clenched in front of his chest, "Today, we'll settle yesterday's account with interest!"

He didn't wait for Qiugu's response, but took the initiative. His footsteps swiftly slid to the left, avoiding the front, and his right fist, with a whistling sound, aimed directly at the side of her face.

The prisoner tilted his head slightly to avoid it, and at the same time turned his wrist, his fingertips slid across Su Yang's arm with a cool feeling.

"It's a good reaction." She said softly, and it was hard to tell whether her tone was praise or sarcasm.

Su Yang didn't let her distract him, and followed up with his left fist, piercing her lower abdomen. This time, Qiu Gu didn't dodge, but took it head-on. The punch hit her like hitting a ball of hard cotton, with no real feeling.

"That's it?" Qiu Gu tilted his head, suddenly raised his hand, and lightly flicked his wrist with his fingertips.

Su Yang felt his wrist go numb, and his fist instantly lost its strength. Startled, he quickly stepped back half a step, creating some distance. This girl's strength was uncanny; a simple blow was more painful than a full-blown punch.

"What? You don't dare to fight anymore?" Qiu Gu took a step forward, his figure as vague as a ball of black mist.

"Who dares!" Su Yang was so angry that he suddenly crouched down and swept his right leg towards her ankle like a whip. This move was his specialty, focusing on the lower body and taking the opponent by surprise.

Qiu Gu jumped up half a foot lightly, dodging the sweeping kick, and lightly tapped his knee with his toes.

"Hiss—" Su Yang's knees softened, and he almost fell to one knee. The blow was not heavy, but it hit his tendons accurately, and the numbness ran up his leg bones.

The audience suddenly burst into laughter.

"Haha! That pretty boy is about to kneel down!"

"I told him he wouldn't last a minute!"

"Come on, you guys in black! Take one of his legs off!"

Su Yang gritted his teeth to steady himself, a surge of energy building within him. He knew Qiu Gu hadn't meant to kill him; those few blows had been more of a tease. The feeling of being treated like a toy was more infuriating than a beating.

"Have you had enough fun?" Su Yang took a deep breath, his eyes sharpening, "If you've had enough fun, take a few moves from me!"

He began to change his tactics, no longer rushing to attack, his steps like small steps, moving around the prisoner's bones. This was the "wandering fighting technique" that the Buyehou had taught him. When dealing with an opponent stronger than oneself, one should first wear down the opponent's patience.

Qiu Gu stood still and let him circle around him. There was still no emotion in his eyes, as if he was looking at a grasshopper circling around him.

The moment Su Yang turned to her left side, he suddenly accelerated, swung his left fist to attract her attention, but his right hand reached out silently and grabbed her wrist as fast as lightning. He wanted to test how strong this girl was.

Qiu Gu seemed unprepared for this move; his expression shifted slightly, and he jerked his wrist back. But Su Yang was prepared, his fingers gripping tightly like a pair of iron pliers, and the two of them instantly engaged in a struggle.

"You little bastard, you're dead!" Su Yang pulled back with all his strength, the veins on his arms bulging. He thought to himself that he was quite strong, and that an ordinary adult would stagger under his pull.

But Qiu Gu stood there motionless, as if rooted to the ground. She even smiled and twisted her wrist lightly.

Su Yang felt a surge of strength, his own strength instantly being completely dissipated, and his fingers involuntarily loosened. Before he could react, the prisoner's hand had already grasped his arm and gently pushed.

He seemed to be pushed by an invisible force, staggered back two steps, and almost fell off the fighting stage.

"Is that all the strength you have?" Qiu Gu let go of his hand, with a hint of mockery in his tone.

"You!" Su Yang was furious and anxious, forcing himself to calm down. He noticed that although Qiu Gu's movements were fast, before each attack, his shoulders would shake ever so slightly, as if he was gathering strength.

Found the pattern!

Su Yang's eyes lit up and he rushed forward again. This time he didn't confront her head-on, but stared at her shoulders, anticipating her movements.

As expected, Qiu Gu raised her shoulder, as if to punch him in the chest. Su Yang was prepared, and suddenly turned sideways, while clenching his right fist, he hit her elbow with precision.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound.

Qiu Gu paused for a moment, as if he didn't expect that he could predict his moves.

"Haha!! What do you think, little rascal?" Su Yang laughed with his head tilted back, a little proud, "I'm not a burden who only knows how to get beaten!"

The audience was also in an uproar.

"Hey! This pretty boy has something!"

"I actually managed to beat that girl!"

"I'm changing my bet to the gigolo! Add 50,000!"

There was something more in Qiu Ge's eyes when he looked at him. It was no longer pure indifference. Instead, he looked like a child who had discovered a new toy, with a little more interest.

"Interesting." She moved her elbows and took the initiative to attack. Her fists rained down on Su Yang, each one aimed at his face and chest.

But this time Su Yang was prepared. He was able to dodge her punches by the smallest of margins with his footwork. Occasionally, he would even seize the opportunity to return a punch.

"Bang!" Su Yang punched Qiu Gu on the shoulder.

"Pa!" Qiu Gu slapped Su Yang on the back.

"Bang!" The two men's fists collided and each took a half step back.

The sound of fists colliding with flesh echoed in the fighting arena, the cheers from the audience rose one after another, and the roars of the gamblers were so loud that it hurt people's ears.

"Come on, you guys in black! Hit him in the face!"

"Hold on, pretty boy! Punch her again!"

"If you bet on black clothes and win, you'll get another 10,000!"

"I'm betting on the pretty boy! He'll make it to the end!"

Su Yang was fighting with great enthusiasm, his blood boiling. He became more and more agile as the fight went on, and he could definitely keep up with Qiu Gu's speed.

Qiu Gu also seemed to be having a lot of fun. Although there was still no expression on his face, his attacks were getting faster and faster, and his strength was controlled to the level that would hurt him but not break any bones, as if he was playing a dangerous game with him.

The two men fought back and forth on the narrow fighting stage, their figures intertwined, sweat mixed with dust splashed up, the smell of blood and sweat mixed together, creating a strange kind of heat.

Su Yang spotted an opening and leaped up, kneeing Qiu Gu in the chest. This was his ultimate move, with a tricky angle that ordinary people couldn't dodge.

This time, Qiu Gu didn't dodge or block. Instead, he faced his knee, took a step forward, and closed the distance between them.

Before Su Yang's knees touched her, he felt his wrist tighten, firmly grasped by her. Then, a huge force came, and he was thrown off balance, somersaulted in the air, and fell heavily on the stage.

"Bang!" The wooden board screamed, as if it was about to be smashed through by him.

Su Yang was knocked unconscious from the fall. Just as he was about to get up, he felt a chill on his neck. Looking down, he saw Qiu Gu's fingers gently tapping his carotid artery. The force was not strong, but it brought an unmistakable sense of pressure.

"You lose, you burden." Her voice sounded above his head, still hoarse, but with a barely perceptible smile.

The audience erupted in deafening cheers and curses. The gamblers who had won shouted in ecstasy, while the losers smashed their bottles in frustration.

Su Yang lay on the ground, his chest heaving violently. He looked at Qiu Gu's face, which was so close to him, and shouted unconvincedly, "It doesn't count! You were just cheating!"

Qiu Gu raised his eyebrows, withdrew his hand and said nothing.

Chen Yifan was watching from the audience with a frown on his face. When he saw Su Yang being knocked to the ground, he didn't think any more and jumped up like an arrow, landing lightly on the fighting stage. The wind he created dispersed the bloody smell around him.

He pulled Su Yang behind him and looked directly at Qiu Gu: "It's my turn now."