From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Lu Yunzhou flexed his wrists.

"I lost, so I'll do as you say. You lost, but don't change your mind."

"it is good."

Ayase Maki took three steps forward.

She stopped in the middle of the courtyard, holding the scabbard with her left hand and resting her right hand on the hilt of the sword.

The black riding outfit clung to his body, his back was straight, and his stance remained unchanged.

The wind in the courtyard stopped, and Ayase Maki stood in the center of the blue bricks, her left foot taking half a step forward and her right shoulder lowered.

The hem of her black riding outfit clung to her legs, and the short sword at her waist was hidden by her arm, making it impossible to discern the direction of her attack.

Lu Yunzhou stood opposite her, his left hand behind his back and his right arm hanging at his side.

"Let's begin."

Ayase Maki uttered three words and took a step forward.

She was fast; using her riding outfit as cover, she suddenly raised her body and kicked Lu Yunzhou in the chest from the side with her right foot.

The tips of his shoes carried a strong gust of wind, leaving only half a foot between them and his clothes.

Lu Yunzhou moved his foot to the side, avoiding the kick to his chest.

His right hand reached out and gripped Ayase Maki's ankle with his five fingers.

Ayase Maki's expression changed, and she immediately exerted force in her waist, trying to use the pulling force to pull her leg back.

Lu Yunzhou pulled her arm down and turned her body to the side, the force in his hand traveling along her legs into her waist and abdomen.

Ayase Maki was lifted off the ground, her body flying sideways and crashing into the soft mat at the entrance of the training room.

The mat slid back half a foot, and she braced herself with her palms on the ground, her knees touching the mat as she spun around once, regaining her footing when she landed.

Bai Xiaoxi gripped the broom handle and took a half-inch step forward.

Bai Heming raised his hand and pressed down on her shoulder.

Don't go over there.

The old man stared at the two people in the room and said in a low voice, "She hasn't used a knife yet."

Ayase Maki raised her hand to wipe the dust off the corner of her mouth, her eyes darkening.

Just now, her right leg and waist were numb.

She didn't stop, and her footsteps drew closer again.

The first kick was aimed at Lu Yunzhou's knee, the second kick was aimed at his ribs, and the third kick was aimed at his jaw from below.

The three kicks were delivered in quick succession, all landing on the weakest points of the human body.

Lu Yunzhou raised his right arm to block his knee.

Press your elbow down to dissipate the force of the second kick.

As Ayase Maki lifted her third foot, he turned his shoulder, letting the shoe brush past his collar and miss.

She landed and turned around, her elbow grazing his chest.

Lu Yunzhou placed his right forearm between the two men, his elbow striking the forearm with a dull thud.

His feet didn't move, but his body took a half step back from the impact, and with a push of his arm, Ayase Maki was also pushed away.

"Is all you can do to block?"

Maki Ayase suppressed the numbness in her elbow and raised an eyebrow.

Lu Yunzhou moved his right wrist, while his left hand remained behind his back.

You can't even force me to back down with one hand.

Upon hearing this, Bai Xiaoxi's eyes lit up.

Maki Ayase remained silent.

She gritted her teeth, her legs moving alternately as she charged towards Lu Yunzhou, skimming the ground.

Punches, kicks, and elbows rained down in succession, with the attack positions constantly changing.

Her movements became faster and faster.

Lu Yunzhou remained standing nearby, using his right arm to block, press, push, and guide, each time striking the point where her strength was greatest.

He deflected Ayase Maki's punch, pushed her kick to the side, and as his elbow strike landed, his hand was already locked on her shoulder.

She attacked more than ten times in a row, but couldn't even touch the fabric of Lu Yunzhou's chest.

The Japanese attendant beside him gradually changed his expression.

The four men exchanged glances, their hands pressed under their clothes.

Bai Heming glanced at them and slammed the enamel mug he was holding onto the table.

"Anyone who dares to draw their weapons in the Bai family compound, please leave your hands untouched."

The group stopped moving.

In the arena, Ayase Maki's breathing began to become heavy.

Her hair was plastered to her skin, and her steps were not as nimble as before.

When she was thrown out just now, her side hit the edge of the cushion, and the pain became more and more pronounced as she stood there for a while.

Lu Yunzhou watched her raise her leg and blocked the landing point with his right arm in advance.

Ayase Maki's foot stopped in mid-air, then she changed her kick into a sweep.

Lu Yunzhou shoved her arm outward, causing her body to veer to the side, her shoulder hitting a wooden post beside her.

The wooden stake wobbled twice.

She braced herself against the pillar, used the momentum to turn back, and aimed her elbow straight at Lu Yunzhou's throat.

Lu Yunzhou raised his right hand, placed the back of his hand against her forearm, and pressed his five fingers down.

Ayase Maki's elbow strike was blocked on the spot, and her entire arm was pressed down to her chest.

Lu Yunzhou took a step forward, his voice falling on her ear.

"We've been fighting for so long, and you still haven't touched me. With skills like that, you don't even need to draw your sword."

Ayase Maki's shoulder paused for a moment.

She stared at Lu Yunzhou, her chest heaving, and all the smile in her eyes vanished.

That sentence hit her right where it hurt the most.

She practices Iaijutsu, where the outcome of a sword fight hinges on the moment the sword is drawn.

But now, even in hand-to-hand combat, he couldn't subdue Lu Yunzhou, and the knife at his waist became nothing more than a decoration.

Lu Yunzhou released her arm and stepped back to his original position.

"Your knife hasn't even been drawn yet."

Maki Ayase gripped the scabbard tightly, her knuckles turning bluish.

She looked up at Lu Yunzhou, forcing out through gritted teeth, "Give me my knife."

The man carrying the suitcase immediately opened the lid.

Inside, a black cloth was laid out, and on the black cloth lay a long, narrow Japanese sword.

The scabbard was plain, and the hilt was wrapped with a dark cloth strip, twice the length of the short sword at her waist.

The man held the knife in both hands and quickly walked up to her.

Ayase Maki took the long sword, first gripping the scabbard with her left hand and pressing her right hand against the hilt.

She did not draw her sword immediately; her thumb pressed against the hilt, and her wrist maintained a very steady angle.

The color drained from Bai Xiaoxi's face.

"Grandpa, she's going to use a real knife."

Bai Heming pulled her back, his gaze still fixed on Lu Yunzhou.

"Lead your apprentices to stand against the wall."

Bai Xiaoxi turned around and called to the people. Several young apprentices quickly put away their weapons and retreated under the eaves, chairs and all.

People in the training room also heard the commotion and peeked out, but Bai Heming forced them back with a single glance.

Lu Yunzhou stood in the empty courtyard, a dull pain coming from the old wound on his right shoulder.

The lingering energy from last night's fight with Zhuo Chongshan hadn't dissipated yet, and my shoulders and back were already reacting from the continuous effort I had just released.

He suppressed the surging anger and firmly planted his feet on the blue bricks.

Maki Ayase took a step forward.

The long sword was still in its sheath, with the tip pointing downwards.

Her breathing gradually became steady, and the fatigue she had just felt was completely suppressed.

Keep your back straight and press your right thumb against the hilt of the knife again.

Lu Yunzhou's gaze fell on her hands.

Bai Heming warned in a deep voice from the side, "She's about to draw her sword."

Lu Yunzhou did not turn around, raising his right arm to his chest while keeping his left hand behind his back.

"Let her pull it out."

Maki Ayase pursed her lips into a thin line and pressed her feet forward, keeping them close to the ground.

A soft click came from between the scabbard and the hilt, revealing a section of the long sword's sharp blade.

The apprentices in the courtyard continued to retreat.

The metallic sound echoed along the eaves, and Ayase Maki's wrist straightened at that moment.

Lu Yunzhou pressed his right foot into the ground, and his body weight shifted forward.

The blade completely left the scabbard.

Ayase Maki raised her blade, and Lu Yunzhou finally lowered his left hand from behind his back.

The two were only three steps apart.

She pushed the hilt aside with her thumb, aiming the blade at Lu Yunzhou's chest.