Qin Xiao chuckled lightly, not only not letting go, but instead flicking his wrist, releasing a skillful force. Shen Xingling felt an irresistible force coming at her, and her whole body involuntarily lurched forward.
"Ah!" she exclaimed, about to fall face-first into the mud.
Just then, Qin Xiao reached out with his other hand and wrapped it around her waist, catching her steadily in his arms.
The two were instantly close together. Shen Xingling could even feel the warmth and strong heartbeat from Qin Xiao's chest, and the faint, pleasant scent of his body lingered around her nose. She froze completely, her cheeks instantly turning as red as if they were about to bleed, her heart pounding wildly, and she even forgot to breathe.
Qin Xiao looked down at the policewoman in his arms, her face flushed and her eyes darting around nervously, and a playful smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Officer Shen, are you... throwing yourself into my arms?"
"You...you bastard! Let me go!" Shen Xingling was both ashamed and angry. She struggled and pounded Qin Xiao's chest with her fists, but the force was weak and more like a couple's playful banter.
The surrounding audience stared in disbelief, then burst into laughter and whistles.
"Oh my, flirting!"
"Young Master Qin is indeed Young Master Qin, even his fighting is so romantic!"
"It seems that the Shen family girl is about to fall..."
Old Master Shen and Shen Hong, sitting in the main seat, were both amused and exasperated, their faces contorted in anger, yet utterly helpless. Old Master Leng, on the other hand, remained expressionless, though a barely perceptible smile seemed to flicker deep within his eyes.
Qin Xiao reluctantly let go of her hand, allowing Shen Xingling to take a few steps back and create distance.
"Again!" Shen Xingling was filled with shame and indignation. Gritting her teeth, she charged forward once more. This time, her attacks were even more ferocious, using both fists and feet, raining down on Qin Xiao like a storm.
Qin Xiao remained completely at ease. His body seemed weightless, and his footwork carried a strange rhythm. He always managed to dodge Shen Xingling's attacks at the last second, occasionally parrying or deflecting her punches and kicks with precise and efficient movements.
To outsiders, Qin Xiao seemed to be merely defending and dodging, but only Shen Xingling knew that with each brief encounter, Qin Xiao's strength perfectly neutralized her attacks, and he always managed to make her feel a subtle "intrusion" from some tricky angles.
For example, when blocking her punch, my fingers would "inadvertently" brush against the inside of her arm, causing a tingling, itchy sensation.
For example, when you dodge her sweeping leg, your body will "just happen" to get close, and your shoulder or arm will "unintentionally" brush against her full chest.
Each of these "accidental" contacts sent a shiver down Shen Xingling's spine, her movements involuntarily faltering, and her blush deepening. She knew Qin Xiao was doing it on purpose; that bastard was definitely doing it on purpose! But his movements seemed so natural, as if it were an unavoidable collision in a fight.
This made Shen Xingling increasingly flustered and disoriented as the fight progressed, preventing her from unleashing even 70% of her full strength. She felt like a mouse being toyed with by a cat, unable to escape its control no matter how much she struggled.
In another close-quarters grappling session, Shen Xingling attempted to use grappling techniques to lock Qin Xiao's joints, but Qin Xiao countered by grabbing her wrist and pulling her along, causing her to lose her balance and fall into his arms.
This time, Qin Xiao didn't tease her anymore. Instead, in the instant he caught her, he subtly and quickly moved his arm around her waist upwards.
Shen Xingling felt something gently touch the edge of her sports vest, followed by a fleeting sensation of a tiny, angular, hard object, as if it had been slipped into the narrow gap between her clothing and skin.
The feeling was extremely subtle, yet incredibly clear, like an electric current instantly coursing through my entire body!
"Ugh!" Shen Xingling's body trembled violently as an indescribable tingling sensation spread from the point of contact, making her legs go weak and almost unable to stand. She collapsed limply into Qin Xiao's arms, her eyes glazed over, her breathing rapid, and her cheeks as red as ripe apples.
Qin Xiao quickly steadied her, a perfectly timed "apology" on his face: "Sorry, Officer Shen, it seems I've won."
Shen Xingling leaned against Qin Xiao's chest, her mind blank. She felt burning hot all over, her heart pounding in her chest. The strange sensation of the foreign object being inserted filled her with shame and inexplicable panic. She didn't even dare to look Qin Xiao in the eye, burying her face in his chest and whimpering softly.
The referee announced at the opportune moment: "Qin Xiao wins!"
The audience erupted in even louder laughter and applause.
Qin Xiao wore a "gentlemanly" smile and half-carried, half-supported the almost limp Shen Xingling off the martial arts stage. As he handed her over to the Shen family members who had run over, he also "thoughtfully" instructed, "Officer Shen might be a little exhausted, take good care of her."
Supported by her clansmen, Shen Xingling staggered away, her face flushed for a long time. Her hand instinctively reached for the unusual spot on her chest, but she forcibly restrained herself in front of everyone. She felt ashamed, angry, and curious all at the same time. What did that bastard stuff into her?
Qin Xiao watched Shen Xingling leave, a meaningful smile flashing across his lips.
With the semifinals resolved, the real main event is about to begin.
He turned around and looked towards the other side of the martial arts arena...
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