Good martial arts in the city, many children, many blessings

Bai Jie, seeing Qiao Yuerong caught in the rhythm of her opponent's fight, leaned closer to Liu Yanran and reminded her.

"The opponent is only focusing on defense, clearly intending to exhaust their energy and win by sheer physical strength."

"Rongrong has been focused on a direct attack, and her stamina is already more than half depleted. In addition, she lacks combat experience, and her every move is easily read by the opponent. If she doesn't change her tactics soon, I'm afraid..."

"What's wrong? Feeling sorry for him?"

Liu Yanran said without turning her head, "It's just a competition. Losing is losing."

"The only things the Ling She Martial Arts Academy has to offer are a couple of scallions and green onions."

"Using inferior forces against superior forces, and employing this one-for-one attrition tactic..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, a martial arts school owner who treats his students as commodities has only gone this far."

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Liu Yanran's tone of voice suddenly became three degrees louder.

Just as the owner of the Serpent Pavilion was about to retort, he suddenly realized something was wrong, looked up at Su Yu, and said, "Su Yu, don't..."

……

"No, that's not true!"

"The master treated me like a teacher and a mother, teaching me every move without reservation."

Unlike you, a mere four-horse chariot!

Su Yu's eyes hardened, and her long-awaited fighting spirit was instantly ignited.

Taking advantage of the moment when Qiao Yuerong's punch landed and the old force had just dissipated before the new force was generated.

Su Yu's left hand wrapped around Qiao Yuerong's right arm, and with a strong pull, she leaped into the air, wrapping her legs around Qiao Yuerong's staggering waist.

Its waist is like a snake, winding and crawling.

He hooked his legs directly around Qiao Yuerong's hips and pulled them outwards.

Su Yu twisted her neck to avoid Qiao Yuerong's defensive claws, and took the opportunity to wrap her right hand around and tightly grip her.

The beautiful woman, like a snake, with a sweet breath, burrowed directly into Qiao Yuerong's empty space, her face pressed against her cheek with coldness and murderous intent.

"Su Yu, no, she's deliberately trying to provoke you..."

Su Yu heard the anxious call of the Snake Pavilion Master beside her ear and sneered inwardly.

"Then let her reap what she sows!"

Su Yu's eyes hardened, and with a sudden headbutt, she brought down the beautiful snake head that had been raised high.

"Bang!"

Qiao Yuerong's vision went black, and she involuntarily fell backward.

Su Yu's hands, as supple as snakes, seized the opportunity to interlock in a cross shape behind her back, and she giggled.

"Little sister, let me get to know you better!"

Su Yu's voice was sickeningly sweet, but her behavior was extremely twisted.

Her arms were like ropes, locking the joints where Qiao Yuerong could exert force, making it difficult for her to break free.

Her legs were like an octopus, tearing at her legs, her toes pressing against the back of her knees, making it difficult for her to stand.

Its slender body resembles a hunting python, coiling around its prey eager to strangle and devour it.

The person was like an inescapable ribbon, stuck tightly between Qiao Yuerong's ribs and abdomen, making her feel as if she had a fishbone stuck in her throat or a thorn in her back.

With each of her abdominal breaths, it contracted continuously.

Su Yu's beautiful snake head pressed firmly against Qiao Yuerong's cheeks, bending her entire spine backward like a taut bowstring, ready to snap at the slightest touch.

Faintly, one could almost hear Qiao Yuerong's soft moans and creaking sounds caused by her misaligned spine.

"Little sister, the battle is over!"

Su Yu raised her head high, her slender neck beginning to gather strength little by little.

Looking down at Qiao Yuerong, whose face was flushed red, he let out a cold breath like a snake.

"With your limbs and joints bound, you can't muster any strength in your hands and feet. Relying solely on physical abilities, you're destined to lose!"

"Is that so?"

Blood trickled from her forehead, seeping into one of her eyes. Qiao Yuerong opened her two strangely shaped eye sockets, one black and one red, and roared, "You should have finished this quickly!"

Su Yu's eyes turned cold, her red lips parted slightly, revealing her sharp, white teeth: "Now, I'll send you on your way!"

"Too late!"

Qiao Yuerong suddenly inhaled, her abdomen suddenly collapsed, and her chest bulged high.

Although Su Yu instinctively clung to her tightly, she was ultimately given a brief moment to break free.

"Trying to escape? Dream on!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Su Yu's eyes, and the beautiful snake-headed woman was about to repeat her old trick.

Qiao Yuerong's bloodshot eyes flashed with a ferocious determination.

"I want to win!"

Old Fang was startled when he saw the bulging veins on Qiao Yuerong's neck.

"Oh no, she's going to..."

"Bang!"

The moment the two beauties' heads collided with a loud crash, a clear sound of bones cracking rang out, causing the formal martial artists watching from below to change color.

They could never have imagined that a fight between two low-level martial arts schools, where neither of them were martial artists, would end up being so brutal.

Fang Lao's shadow flashed and landed in the center of the arena.

But after realizing that neither of them was in mortal danger, he quickly put his hands outward to stop Bai Jie and the Spirit Serpent Pavilion Master from getting too close.

Below the ring, the audience held their breath.

On the arena, the three remained motionless.

After a dozen or so breaths, Qiao Yuerong, who was entangled by Su Yu, finally stood up, her mind still foggy.

Old Fang quickly stepped forward, raised her hand, and announced, "The winner is Qiao Yuerong!"

Then he hurriedly called to the Snake Pavilion Master, "Quick, get him to the hospital, onto the emergency room!"

The Snake Pavilion Master nodded hastily, gesturing to his close students to lift Su Yu up. "Quick!"

Qiao Yuerong blinked blankly, turned around and around, as if she had just come to her senses.

His gaze fell on Bai Jie, whose face was full of worry and whose hands were clasped together, pressing on her head to stop the bleeding. He said, "Teacher Bai, I... I won, right?"

"Yes, we won!"

Bai Jie's voice trembled with tears, her face full of tenderness as she said, "Silly child, why are you so competitive?"

Qiao Yuerong raised her hand and rubbed the two bulges on her head that had stopped bleeding. The numbness and swelling made her feel no pain at all.

A bright smile bloomed on his blood-stained face as he spoke matter-of-factly.

"If Meimei can win, so can I!"

……

"Old Fang, that headbutt she just delivered was..."

"You understand now, don't you?"

Old Master Fang turned to the owner of the Serpent Pavilion and said earnestly, "The children are all fighting tooth and nail to win, but as their teacher, have you done your best?"

"I don't know about the others, but just looking at these two kids from the Rose Martial Arts Academy, Master Liu is training them as future martial artists, while you... are lacking!"

The owner of the Serpent Pavilion closed his eyes bitterly, a single tear of sorrow silently sliding down his cheek.

She was like this when she took over the Ling She Martial Arts School from her mother.

Martial arts schools make money by recruiting many students, while team members make money by winning competitions.

Money is paramount; every drop of sweat must yield a return to be considered worthwhile.

What cultivation techniques will be mastered, what combat skills will be acquired, and what will become of the student's future?

Nothing compares to the tangible rewards of accumulated strength data, battle victories, and cash.

Was she wrong?

No, that's not right!

The owner of the Serpent Pavilion suddenly realized that she had not done anything wrong.

All the martial arts schools in the area do it this way.

Parents want the attribute values ​​to increase month by month because that's all they can understand.

The instructors at the gym like to focus on martial arts prodigies because it's linked to their salaries and performance.

Needless to say, martial arts school owners also need outstanding students to build their school's reputation, participate in various provincial and municipal leagues, and earn prize money while reaping honors, achievements, and everything else.

So the one who was wrong was never her, but the Rose Martial Arts Hall that didn't follow the rules.

"Liu Yanran, since you intend to use my Spirit Serpent Martial Arts School as a stepping stone, then don't blame me for being ruthless."

The owner of the Spirit Serpent Pavilion's eyes flashed, and he turned to look at the team members behind him who were avoiding eye contact.

"Shao Ying!"

When Shao Ying was called out, her face turned pale, and the other students immediately distanced themselves upon hearing the call.

Just kidding, even the senior sister is kneeling, shouldn't they hurry up and stay away?

Moreover, Qiao Yuerong's ruthlessness in sacrificing herself for victory greatly shattered their courage.

They didn't understand. Everyone came to the martial arts school to pay tuition and learn. The prize money for winning a match was only ten thousand yuan. After deducting medical treatment, meals, and bribes, they would only have a few thousand yuan left.

Why risk your life for such a small amount of money?

"The curator!"

Shao Ying said with a bitter face, "If the other side sends out another player of this caliber, I'm not confident!"

The moment the owner of the Serpent Pavilion heard her address, his face darkened.

Seeing her attitude that threatened to kick me out if I forced her to go on stage, I could only lean down and whisper, "I'll pay you!"

Shao Ying's expression relaxed, and she bowed respectfully, saying, "Your Excellency, how should we fight?"

Anyway, she had made up her mind that it didn't matter whether the martial arts school won or not, because she was not going to fight as hard as Su Yu.

A single use of a medical emergency pod to treat a seriously injured martial artist costs 100,000 yuan, and she dared not expect the Spirit Serpent Martial Arts Academy to reimburse her for it.

The owner of the Snake Pavilion was aware of her thoughts, but fortunately, she didn't expect Shao Ying to be able to turn the tide.

He gestured for her to come closer and whispered, "Later, you should..."

Shao Ying's eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly. "Buying time? She's an expert at this!"