"If your sister doesn't want to eat, Ping An can eat it."
After gritting his teeth and saying those words, Sui Mo's cheek muscles stiffened even more.
Ping An didn't understand push-pull tactics, so he didn't force her when she said no, and ate the last half of the dumpling.
Qin Zhaoyue thought to herself, "As expected, this little bit of stuff is probably just enough to fill Ping An's teeth."
The gentle breeze and fine rain nearby were filled with envy; it was truly a case of fools having good fortune, for they had actually won the princess's favor.
After finishing his snack, Ping An stood up, patted his bottom, and said, "Practice my kung fu to protect the pretty older sister."
Qin Zhaoyue immediately felt incredibly comforted. Look! This is the proper attitude of a guard.
"Forget it, those two won't teach you anything anyway."
The gentle breeze and fine rain felt wronged; were these problems caused by their teaching?
Even though I've tried to explain it as concisely as possible and demonstrated it to Ping An many times, he still just can't understand. What can I do?
Just then, Suimo spoke up, "Your Highness, why don't I give it a try?"
Qin Zhaoyue thought that her martial arts level was higher than Qingfeng and Xiyu, so since the other party took the initiative to ask, she might as well take advantage of the situation.
After all, he only had cultivation but no practical combat experience, so it would be good to listen.
After receiving approval, Suimo led Ping'an back to the courtyard.
Facing the burly man who was eight feet tall and weighed over two hundred pounds, Sui Mo looked like a little chick, but his expression remained calm. "Attack."
Ping An bit her lip, her face showing obvious struggle. "I...don't want to hit my sister."
He knows he is strong, but sometimes he can't control himself.
I've been beaten and scolded countless times since I was a child because of this. Sometimes, after working all day, if I broke something or accidentally hurt someone, I definitely wouldn't get to eat that day.
Looking at the tiny little girl in front of him, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
The gentle breeze and light rain watched from the corridor with arms crossed: ?
This wasn't there when we were sparring with them just now!
As soon as you mention sparring, a fist the size of a sandbag comes flying at you!
Suimo tilted his head back and looked at the other person, gently coaxing him:
"Didn't you want to protect the pretty lady? If you can't even beat those two just now, how can you protect her?"
Don't worry, my sister may look small, but she's stronger than both of them. You won't hurt me.
Gentle breeze and light rain!
That's such an insult! A sixth-rank martial artist is very strong, you know.
"Sister, really?"
Without another word, Suimo vanished in a flash.
While Ping An was still in a daze, he was patted on the back several times. In the blink of an eye, the petite woman was back in front of him.
"Look, my sister is very fast, you can't hit me."
"Okay." Ping An agreed hesitantly, but before throwing a punch, he reminded everyone, "Here I come."
The fist, accompanied by a howling wind, attacked, but it was clear that it wasn't as decisive as when he sparred with Qingfeng before.
Sui Mo lightly took a step back, the wind from her punch sweeping across the stray hairs at her temples, but just barely missing her.
"continue."
As Ping An threw punch after punch, he gradually realized that he couldn't seem to hit the older woman no matter what he did.
Moreover, she seemed much more relaxed and effortless than the older man from before, so she unconsciously resumed her previous all-out playing style.
Sui Mo didn't offer any advice, but simply stepped back to dodge.
Facing a peaceful fist directly is one thing, while watching from the sidelines is another.
Her imposing figure and the way her shadow completely enveloped her when backlit, combined with the wind generated by her punches, created immense pressure.
Despite being only at the mortal martial arts realm, his explosive power surpasses that of most sixth-rank martial artists who have just begun to cultivate true qi. He might not be unable to win even if he takes a punch from him.
Unfortunately, they don't know how to be flexible and their attack methods are too simplistic, which creates a very awkward situation.
He possesses raw strength comparable to a sixth-rank martial artist, but even an experienced ninth-rank martial artist could defeat him through prolonged combat, weapon enhancement, and other means.
Under the scorching sun, Ping An was soon soaked in sweat again, but Sui Mo didn't tell him to stop, and he kept punching.
In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he has already surpassed the seventh-grade ranking by more than double. Keep in mind that he puts all his strength into every punch, which shows his endurance.
His breathing became increasingly rapid, sweat dripped into his eyes, and his steps grew heavier and heavier.
Suimo noticed his change, and his originally clear eyes began to become wooden.
This is a sign that your physical strength is about to run out, and you begin to persevere by relying on willpower and instinct.
After waiting for about half a cup of tea, Ping An's movements began to become distorted.
His punches were less than half as powerful as they had been initially; his eyes were vacant, and his legs felt unsteady.
After waiting for a long time, Suimo finally spoke.
"Keep going! Who can such a weak fist protect? Do you want to kill this pretty lady?"
"Faster, faster! Even faster!"
The words that came out were a stern rebuke, and the sound was wrapped in true energy and shot directly into Ping An's ear.
Ping An's head was buzzing, all her thoughts were suppressed, as if only the sound of shattered ink remained in the world.
Killed the pretty lady? Killed the pretty lady...
Hurry, be faster, be even faster!
His dejected and listless state vanished, and Ping An suddenly unleashed a powerful force.
Sui Mo's eyes narrowed. She, who had only retreated one step at a time, was forced to retreat two more steps. The power of this punch was three times stronger than when she was at her peak.
"Not enough! Faster! Faster!"
With repeated verbal provocations, Ping An's punches became faster and faster, and the powerful force even created a wind pressure belt in front of him.
Sui Mo felt a suction force, and if she wasn't careful, she would be pulled in, so she had to keep her distance.
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