Chapter 34: Pointy-Headed

In a deathmatch, a retreating momentum will be overwhelmed by an attacking momentum.

Yang Liuqing quickly realized the trouble.

This Daoba was nothing less than a raging bull.

Office objects were shattered by his charges, and his ferocious fists struck like massive hammers.

Pressure maxed out.

On top of that, the floor was littered with obstacles, which affected the performance of the Hound Body Movement.

Clearly, that was Daoba’s goal.

Without proper footholds, mobility and range of movement would definitely be restricted.

Before long, Yang Liuqing would fall into a deadlock and be ground down.

Daoba didn’t use his Black Flash lightly.

That thing was like a pistol—it exerted immense pressure without being fired.

Conversely, if he fired wildly to no effect, once people got used to it, the intimidation factor would naturally drop.

Using it sparingly when suppression wasn’t needed, then letting it loose unexpectedly, was how to get the maximum return.

Yang Liuqing’s pressure was indeed great.

She had to dodge the bull-like charges while also guarding against potential Black Flash shots.

On top of that, the office was trashed, making the terrain disadvantageous for her.

Ke Ling and Ke Li floated in midair watching the excitement, with no intention of helping.

This was a good opportunity for their master to train; interfering rashly would only backfire.

What they needed to do was control the field and give Yang Liuqing some timely prompts.

“Sis, do you think Xiao Qingqing is genuinely stupid or just pretending?”

Ke Li tilted her head slightly, looking puzzled.

“Why do you say that?”

Ke Ling blinked her lively big eyes.

Ke Li immediately raised a finger.

“She’s a swordsman, not a boxer. Why is she competing with him in hand-to-hand combat?”

“Oh, that’s right.”

Ke Ling had apparently forgotten too.

“But Master probably has her own plan.”

She decided to cover for Yang Liuqing.

“Is that so?”

Ke Li crossed her arms, looking down at the battlefield below.

This office not only had soundproof glass, but the walls were also double-layered.

Solid red bricks were used, and the insulation and soundproofing were quite good.

As long as the glass and walls weren’t broken, no one outside would know what was happening inside.

It was a good battlefield.

Moreover, the moderate size of the space helped improve close combat skills.

Many times, when there was no retreat, potential was more easily unleashed.

After dodging and weaving for a while, Yang Liuqing had adapted to Daoba’s attack rhythm.

Since her movement space was compressed, she optimized her footwork and evasion amplitude.

Daoba nearly hit her several times, but she narrowly avoided each strike.

This was borderline evasion.

Before this, Yang Liuqing wouldn’t have dared to try such things.

But circumstances forced her to take risks and approach the limit.

After a round of fierce attacks yielded nothing, Daoba’s momentum gradually weakened, and his attack power dropped significantly.

At that moment, a cold glint flashed in Yang Liuqing’s eyes.

She stepped forward, planted her left foot sideways, stomped hard, and her loosely clenched fist shot out like a cannonball.

Daoba’s shirt instantly spun and tore—no, even the muscles on his abdomen twisted.

Boom!

A strike carrying the weight of a thousand jun landed on him, releasing a dull thud.

Immediately, his back shirt shattered, sending out visible rings of shockwaves.

Daoba seemed to react half a second late, his face twisted into an even more ferocious grimace from the intense pain.

His massive body flew backward from the blow and slammed into the wall.

Cracking the thick wall.

“Gwaah!”

A mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips, and a heart-wrenching pain shot straight into his skull.

The next moment, Daoba seemed to see his grandmother on the other side of the river waving at him.

“Isn’t that Chen Yanran’s Cannon Hammer? Xiao Qingqing is way too OP.”

Ke Li said this, but her face showed an expression of having seen it all before.

“Sis is right. Xiao Qingqing really did have her own plan.”

“See?”

Ke Ling secretly sighed in relief.

‘Who the hell knows what Master’s plan is? As long as I can cover for it.’

“Master’s talent is indeed far beyond the norm.”

“Cough… Are you from the Chen family!?”

Daoba coughed out a mouthful of foul blood, barely steadying himself.

He looked at Yang Liuqing with a hint of fear.

This Cannon Hammer was no simple skill.

As the saying goes, when an expert makes a move, you know if they have it or not.

Without ten or eight years of skill, no one could unleash such a ferocious Cannon Hammer.

But upon second thought, he realized something was off.

If Yang Liuqing was from the Chen family, why would she need to run?

This was Chen family territory.

“Does a creditor count as one of us?”

Yang Liuqing withdrew her hand and stood straight as a spear, but her words left people baffled.

Daoba, who built his business on loan sharking, felt his head spin.

‘So you have major financial dealings with the Chen family?! Aren’t you just an ordinary person?!’

(…Magic Potion. Was it the Magic Potion’s effect again? Too absurd, right?!)

Thinking of that possibility, he couldn’t help but suck in a cold breath.

Now he was convinced: the effects of this Magic Potion weren’t false advertising—it really could defy fate.

Yang Liuqing, an ordinary person, had traversed in one night what took others decades.

If that wasn’t defying fate, then what was?

Daoba felt intense pain in his body, but his heart was excited.

This Magic Potion kept bringing him surprises.

If he didn’t get his hands on it, he wouldn’t be able to face heaven, earth, or his ancestors!

“If we keep fighting, we might blow out the wall. Better finish you off quickly.”

Yang Liuqing’s voice was very light.

But to Daoba’s ears, it hit like a heavy hammer.

Then he looked as if he’d seen a ghost.

Because Yang Liuqing grabbed at empty air and, as if by magic, produced a pitch-black greatsword.

Daoba blinked hard, trying to dispel the illusion.

But he saw the greatsword in Yang Liuqing’s hand gleaming with a cold light.

This thing was real.

Not an ordinary superpower at all.

“Wait, who the hell are you!?”

He was completely panicked.

Even with Black Flash and all his martial arts, he couldn’t beat a bare-handed Yang Liuqing.

Now she had a weapon—what was the point of playing?

“A nameless swordsman. What do you think?”

Yang Liuqing didn’t rush to attack.\

She gripped the sword with both hands, calm and composed.

With a sword in hand, the threat of Black Flash plummeted.

Hearing this, Daoba felt like he was being toyed with.

He wanted to fly into a rage but had no confidence.

If before it was forty-sixty, now it was at best twenty-eighty.

He had two, Yang Liuqing had eight.

Fighting on like this would only lead to death.

He had to find a way to force a draw.

Right, according to the rules of the underworld, surrender and lose half!

“I…”

“Relax, I’ll use the flat of the blade.”

But before he could speak, Yang Liuqing’s declaration shocked him.

‘What the hell with the flat of the blade!’

In that moment of delay, Yang Liuqing had already launched an attack.

The Hound Body Movement activated, and she vanished.

A chill ran down Daoba’s spine.

Without thinking, he dove forward into a frantic dog-eat-dirt.

Almost at the same time, a sword light swept across, cutting a thin, smooth slit into the thick wall.

Daoba did a Thomas spin, like a bouncing egg, snapped back to attention, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks.

If he hadn’t dodged in time, his body would have been sliced in half!