This is the essence of "Golden Snake Entangling Hands"—entanglement, sticking, following, and movement!
Qin Xiao's eyes sharpened, and he seized the opportunity!
He approached like a ghost, his arms like living vines, constantly wrapping around, sticking to, and pulling, deflecting Long Aobing's attacks one by one, and constantly disrupting her balance and rhythm of attack.
Although Long Aobing was strong, she felt a sense of frustration at having no way to use her strength in this almost shameless close combat. She tried to break free with brute force, but Qin Xiao was like a slippery eel, always managing to deflect her force at the crucial moment and stick to her again.
The atmosphere on the martial arts stage suddenly changed.
What was just moments ago a fierce and relentless exchange of blows has now transformed into a bizarre situation where one figure coils around another like a serpent, while the other struggles to break free but is repeatedly caught in the throes.
"What...what kind of kung fu is this?" someone in the audience couldn't help but ask.
"Never seen this before, so persistent!"
"I really can't understand Young Master Qin's methods anymore..."
Long Aobing grew increasingly furious as the fight progressed. Despite her immense strength, Qin Xiao's slippery and unpredictable fighting style left her feeling restricted and incredibly frustrated. She tried to create distance and utilize her strength to her advantage, but Qin Xiao was like a leech, relentlessly pursuing her and giving her no chance.
During one of the entanglements, Long Aobing suddenly threw an elbow strike in an attempt to force Qin Xiao back. As Qin Xiao dodged to the side, his right hand followed her force and pulled him to her side and behind.
Chance!
A sly glint flashed in Qin Xiao's eyes.
Serves you right for calling me "handsome guy"! Serves you right for looking at me like that!
His left hand remained wrapped around Long Aobing's arm, restricting her movements, while his right hand suddenly rose and, without hesitation, aimed at her taut, pert buttocks—
"Smack!"
A crisp, clear sound suddenly rang out amidst the intense fighting, clearly echoing throughout the entire training ground.
Time seemed to stand still once again.
Everyone stared in disbelief at the stage.
What just happened?
Qin Xiao...slapped that stunning beauty's...butt?
Long Aobing froze completely.
She could feel a burning sensation coming from the spot on her back where she had been hit.
She slowly, inch by inch, turned her head. A look of bewilderment flashed across her beautiful face, which was then replaced by astonishment. Then, a raging fire erupted like a volcano!
"You! Dare! Hit! Me!"
She practically spat out those words through clenched teeth, her voice icy and chilling. In her star-like eyes, a raging fire burned fiercely, as if she wanted to incinerate Qin Xiao completely!
However, Qin Xiao seemed oblivious to her murderous glare, and instead found the "Golden Snake Entangling Hands" technique, combined with this method of interference, to be surprisingly effective.
Taking advantage of the moment when Long Aobing was momentarily distracted by shame and anger, he moved closer again, his left hand changing from a claw to a palm, sticking to her waist, while his right hand rose up once more—
"Smack!"
Another crisp sound rang out.
It's still the same location.
"You're courting death!" Long Aobing was completely enraged, her aura surging wildly, almost becoming tangible. She launched a frenzied counterattack, her moves becoming even more violent, even disregarding any rules.
But Qin Xiao was like a mischievous child who had gotten used to his skills. Relying on the slippery and sticky nature of the "Golden Snake Entangling Hands" technique, he dodged and weaved through Long Aobing's storm of attacks, always finding an opportunity to leave crisp marks on her back from time to time.
"Smack!"
"Smack!"
"Smack!"
For a moment, the sound of "slapping" echoed across the martial arts stage, accompanied by Long Aobing's increasingly rapid breathing and her extremely angry shouts.
The audience below the stage was completely dumbfounded.
What the hell is going on?
What happened to the promised showdown of titans? What happened to the promise of shaping the future of the younger generation?
How did it turn out like this while we were playing?
The art style is so distorted that even their own mothers wouldn't recognize them!
Some of the more mischievous young men, watching the perfect curves on the stage being constantly "attacked," had strange looks in their eyes and even couldn't help but swallow.
The elderly gentlemen at the head of the table had ashen faces and their lips twitched uncontrollably. Elder Master Shen Hong nearly crushed his teacup.
This is outrageous! It's utterly ridiculous!
However, something even stranger happened to Qin Xiao.
He noticed that although Long Aobing's attacks were still ferocious, they seemed to have lost some of their previous precision and killing intent.
Moreover, he clearly saw that on Long Aobing's beautiful face, which was flushed red with anger, besides the rage, there seemed to be... an unusual blush creeping up.
The blush spread from her cheeks to her ears, and even her fair neck was tinged with a light pink.
Her gaze remained fierce, but deep within it, something seemed to be subtly shifting. Beneath that fiery rage, there seemed to be… a barely perceptible hint of… shyness? Or even… excitement?
Qin Xiao's raised hand paused involuntarily.
No way...
Looking into Long Aobing's misty eyes, which held both anger and a strange undertone, an utterly absurd thought popped into his head.
This woman...could she...be addicted to being beaten?!
Qin Xiao shivered and felt his palms getting hot.
This art style is off!
After being taken advantage of by Qin Xiao once again, Long Aobing trembled slightly and let out a short sound that was somewhere between a cry of pain and... some kind of strange groan.
Her gaze toward Qin Xiao became more complex and intense, as if she wanted to devour him whole, but the way she was devouring him seemed to have a slightly different, subtle difference from her initial murderous intent.
"Again...again!" She gritted her teeth, her voice trembling slightly, and pounced on Qin Xiao again, her attack even more fierce, yet with a hint of...anticipation?
Qin Xiao: "..."
He watched as Long Aobing, who was charging at him with flushed cheeks and a dazed yet fierce look in her eyes, seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and he felt as if his values were being repeatedly rubbed into the ground.
Is this final battle ever going to end?!
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