The young man felt that the Huo family's legacy was about to end. He had never been injured here in his entire life, not even when he was punished by his father. Among the girls laughing the happiest at the brothel, Chunying was the one who didn't want to stay in the red-light district any longer if the girl he liked saw him in such an embarrassing state.

"Stop it!"

Huo Shuwen frowned, his face showing suppressed anger.

"Long'er, how could your moves be so... so... rogue?"

The word "hooligan" is the most elegant one the old father could find. Huo Xiaolong's fighting style is indeed unsportsmanlike, but she is only four years old. Any move she makes is like a wild, unorthodox punch.

Only the Mad Dog style of fighting is the most effective. In her previous life, she heard her teacher say in class when she was in the army that women are naturally weaker than men in terms of strength. Even if they study hard, they will still be crushed in strength under the same conditions. On the battlefield, bullets and enemies will not care about your gender, nor will they be polite to you.

Winning and surviving are the only goals; any means necessary will be used to win.

The "mad dog" fighting style is the most suitable martial art for those who haven't received systematic training, if it's even considered a martial art at all...

"Er Ya, is this what you and Long'er practice in the backyard every day?" Zhang's mother asked the chubby girl behind her.

"Yes, little girl has other tricks up her sleeve, and I think they're really useful, Mom."

Huo Xiaolong hasn't had any playmates lately, so he spends his days playing with Er Ya in the backyard. They always end up sweating profusely. When people ask what they're doing, the little dumpling replies...

"We're practicing martial arts."

Everyone thought it was just kids messing around, but who would have thought...

Zhang's mother and Cen Ang looked at each other with melancholy expressions.

I couldn't help but rub my forehead, feeling a pang of guilt towards the Huo family.

I'm sorry, I wasn't watching my child closely enough and he went astray. The main reason was that I had too much free time.

"I won! That's all that matters!" the little girl said in her childish voice.

Huo Shuwen was speechless after being rebuked by his daughter. If his son had won against someone using such low-level tactics, he would have given him a good beating. But the little dumpling in front of him was his daughter. Being a girl was not easy enough, and she was easily bullied by others.

It's just a way to protect oneself, why can't it work?

"Long'er is right, but in the future, if you are fighting someone fairly and squarely, you must never use this kind of move, understand?"

The little girl nodded.

"Let's start by practicing the basics. Go practice your horse stance with your brother."

Starting today, the little dumpling begins her arduous journey of training through the sweltering summer and freezing winter.