But it was clearly too late. A fundamental principle of martial arts competition is that unless victory is guaranteed, one should never rashly attack from mid-air, as losing balance in mid-air can easily put one at the mercy of the opponent. Chu Jinghong, realizing this, capitalized on his skill, using a precise throat grab and a tangle of legs to easily pin Tang Haoran to the ground.
Finally, as the dust settled, Chu Jinghong stood up with a firm look in his eyes: "The battle is over! This is the outcome of acting impulsively without considering the consequences." His tone was gentle but contained supreme authority.
Tang Haoran was like a fragile autumn leaf, being lightly swung away by Chu Jinghong. For a martial artist with such profound skills, such a technique seemed a bit careless.
However, when facing a life that has not been tempered by wind and rain, one needs to be extremely cautious in both the strength of force applied and the choice of tactics.
Not only did this child not receive systematic training, his strength and speed were also clearly inferior to those of ordinary people. He didn't even master the most basic self-defense skills.
"Still young."
Chu Jinghong thought to himself, knowing that even the slightest difference in strength could lead to completely different consequences - either using too much force and causing pain; or being too gentle and losing the necessary majesty.
After weighing the two options, a seemingly random move became the most appropriate solution at the moment.
When Tang Haoran's thin figure drew a graceful arc and finally fell into the nearby weeds, a burst of crisp and rapid footsteps followed: "Haoran!"
It was Tang Xiaoyou, the elder sister who came to help. Seeing her brother in such a state, she ran quickly towards the direction of the accident with anger and anxiety, her eyes burning with deep dissatisfaction and worry towards the man.
"If I could..." Although this thought strongly emerged in his mind, he had to admit that his current ability was far from being a match for this person.
Fortunately, although the poor landing posture and the stones and dead branches on the grass caused some skin injuries, at least his life was not in danger.
After Tang Xiaoyou carefully helped the little boy in front of her, who was covered in dirt but still had a childlike smile, up, her words were mixed with two completely different emotions: blame and love: "Why are you trying so hard?"
Hearing this, Haoran simply whispered what he felt in his heart: "That's amazing." His words were filled with admiration and a bit of unwillingness.
Witnessing this scene, Tang Xiaoyou, as the eldest sister, couldn't help but cast her gaze once again towards Chu Jinghong, who was standing calmly not far away. She raised her voice and declared her determination: "Don't even think about harming my brother again! I know you are much stronger than me now, but don't get complacent too soon. Just give me thirty days, and we'll have a showdown then!"
Hearing this, the other party's mouth curled up slightly, "Then let time give us the answer."
As the situation became increasingly tense, Tang Xiaoyou, unable to control her emotions, charged forward without hesitation. However, this impulsiveness clearly paid a price—with a single, incredibly precise move, Chu Jinghong knocked the challenger off balance and sent him careening to the ground. "It seems you haven't learned anything from your previous experience; your foundation remains shaky."
This series of movements was intense yet smooth, fully demonstrating the beauty of technique and the art of strength control. All the audience present were deeply shocked.
This scene was as eye-catching as a scene in a TV drama, attracting many passers-by to stop.
Everyone used their mobile phones to capture this moment, and the scene suddenly became extremely lively.
Tang Xiaoyou lay limply in Chu Jinghong's arms, staring at him angrily and shouting, "Let me go!" Every word she said was filled with obvious anger and dissatisfaction.
"You said that yourself?" A mischievous smile appeared on Chu Jinghong's lips, and his eyes revealed his disdain for this anger.
Recalling the scene in that dark underground boxing gym where she ordered him to put her down, but he let go without hesitation and let her fall to the ground, the pain was still clear.
Tang Xiaoyou bit her lips tightly, her heart filled with an uncontrollable anger.
When Chu Jinghong seemed to let go again, Tang Xiaoyou immediately issued an anxious warning: "Don't let go!" Her eyes were full of fear, afraid that history would repeat itself.
"What happened?"
Chu Jinghong had a cynical smile on his face, and his tone was clearly teasing her.
In a rage, Tang Xiaoyou pinched Chu Jinghong hard, trying to teach him a lesson.
"Let me go first! Otherwise, don't even think about getting close to me again!"
Although her words were full of threats, she knew that these warnings had no effect in front of this person.
Chu Jinghong, however, didn't seem to care. He said with a playful smile, "Even if you die, it will still be a beautiful story. Since your life is hanging by a thread, you might as well enjoy it for a while."
As soon as he finished speaking, he boldly touched Tang Xiaoyou's soft calf with his hand.
This made Tang Xiaoyou's face even redder, and the emotions surging in her heart almost burst out.
However, faced with Chu Jinghong's rude behavior, she was completely helpless.
Finally, after a while, Chu Jinghong loosened her arms, but the touch still made her feel upset. Even though she wanted to teach him a lesson, she finally chose to endure it.
"I will never let you go again!"
Tang Xiaoyou's eyes were as sharp as a blade, as if they could really ignite real flames and burn all obstacles.
He turned to his brother, who was standing there dumbfounded, and shouted, "Go!"
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