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"Really? Brother." Tsukahara Shigeki raised his head and said with a smug smile: "I knew that woman would not give me face, but brother."

"That Shen Mu Li is really strong, especially the thighs of her beautiful legs when she's kicking. They're snow-white and smooth, with continuous lines..."

"Baka." Tsukahara Morihi scolded, "This is the woman I like, not someone you can covet."

"Yes, brother." Tsukahara Shigeki didn't say anything, but looked at Kamiki Rei from a distance, with excitement in his eyes.

Just wait until your brother gets tired of playing, then you can take over and play.

That's how it's always been.

Shen Muli walked slowly towards the lounge, not knowing what to do.

It would be great if the master was around, I could ask him.

I think this is cheating, but it seems that Tsukahara Morihi is not wrong.

Conserve your strength and fight casually.

This is also a kind of competition strategy.

As I passed the entrance to the lounge, I saw a young man and a girl talking in the corner.

Half of the man's shoulder was wrapped in bandages, and the girl obediently took the other end of the bandage and continued to bandage him.

"Brother, can you make it to the top 16 in this competition?"

"I don't know. If that Miss Shenmu Li can beat Tsukahara Shigeki, my points will go up, but if she loses, I won't have as many points as Tsukahara Shigeki, so I'll be eliminated."

"Brother, it would be great if you could make it to the top 16. The prize money we get would be enough for us to open a small shop. Then we can move out of the Kamazaki slums with our master."

"I hope you can get in." The man patted the girl's head and said, "I've tried my best. Everything else depends on fate."

Shen Muli looked at the brother and sister from afar, struggling fiercely in her heart.

"Miss Shenmuli." A middle-aged man came over and said, "Master, please come over."

Zhang, the master of the arena, and Benli's eldest disciple.

Shen Muli followed him to the room where she was originally imprisoned.

"You're here." Zhang Hebenli stood up.

"Senior Zhang." Shen Muli bowed.

"Hmm?" Zhang Hebenli frowned and waved his hand.

A burst of energy stopped Shen Muli from bowing: "After learning our Shenzhou's luck method, you must have some Shenzhou style."

"From now on, when you bow, don't just do that butt-sticking bow."

"Yes, senior." Shen Muli clasped her fists and bowed.

"How about it? You have no problem making it to the top 16. Do you have any idea about winning the championship?" Zhang Hebenli looked at Shenmuli's standard fist-clasping posture and nodded with satisfaction.

"How could I possibly have that ability?" Shen Muli shyly shook her head. Suddenly she remembered something and pouted, "It's all that stingy guy's fault for not teaching me anything else."

"Haha, you stingy guy? You are so bold. You are so lucky to have Master Fang to guide you." Zhang Hebenli laughed.

Suddenly, all the energy in his body was compressed, and then he threw a punch.

A huge wave of energy rushed towards Shenmuli.

Shen Muli was pressed down by the air wave and could not move, and could not even raise her hands.

But she gritted her teeth, and the qi and blood in the heaven and earth meridians surged wildly.

Suddenly my whole body felt lighter and the pressure was much less.

Raise your hands to block the blast.

The gust of wind blew past, but his arms were unable to block it.

There seems to be something extra in my mind.

There are more little people jumping around.

Shen Muli shook her little head and closed her eyes to get rid of the illusion.

But these little guys kept making various poses and couldn't be gotten rid of.

What are these? Chinese boxing techniques?

Shen Muli noticed it and quickly watched carefully.

"Learn well. This is what I have learned from Chinese boxing over the years." Zhang Heben released a wave of force and noticed keenly that the girl's heavenly and earthly meridians were already open.

It’s indeed a good seedling.

No wonder it was the woman next to Master Fang.

"Thank you, senior." Shen Muli bowed excitedly with her fists clasped.

"No need. These little things are not worth mentioning to the person next to you." Zhang Hebenli slowly sat down again. "If you can get Master Fang to say a few words, it will be much better than my little things."

Is he that powerful?

But the one who said this was Zhang Hebenli, who dominated most of the Kanto martial arts world.

I couldn't help but believe it.

But how do I get it out?

It’s so difficult. I’d better force him to date me first.

"By the way, senior, what would you do if you encountered such a thing?" Shen Muli recounted her struggle just now.

Humbly asking for advice.

"What should I do? The fact that you have this problem means you're not strong enough." Zhang Hebenli sneered, "Everything is decided by your fists. Don't think with your brain, think with your fists."

"I'm going to play a game, why would I have to think about this and that? Just do whatever you want, whatever you want, there's nothing to think about."

"As we say in Chinese, it means 'beat your mother'. If you keep nagging me, I'll tear their house apart with my fists."

"This is also what Master Fang taught me before." Zhang Hebenli added.

Shenmuli seemed to be lost in thought.

Beat you up.

Chinese!

Learned.

Wave your hands in the air.

They bumped their fists together and walked out the door.

Zhang Hebenli's eldest disciple next to him was sweating coldly.

This charming and pure-spirited Reiko Kamiki will not become as unreasonable as her master in the future, right?

The Master Fang, who was so respected by his master, had a very unique way of teaching.

Inside a huge steel alloy cage.

Tsukahara Shigeki was slowly drawing his katana.

Looking at the pure and beautiful contrasting woman in front of me.

He felt extremely relaxed about this battle.

Humph.

No matter how powerful he is, he can only be subservient to the lineage of the swordsman Kashima Tsukahara.

"Up."

Tsukahara Shigeki shouted loudly.

Wielding a katana, he started with the [Secret Sword: Ichi-no-Tachi] stance.

Let this family's most mysterious secret sword style and these gorgeous sword flowers be the fireworks for me to enter the top 16.

The little man in Shenmuli's mind kept dancing.

Sparrow dragon.

Gao Tanma.

Random interception.

Breakthrough.

Tieshan leans against.

Shen Muli suddenly looked up.

A gleam of light flashed in a pair of beautiful eyes.

Tsukahara Shigeki rushed into his range with a dazzling sword move.

Shen Muli stood like a stake, avoiding the sword moves.

The blood and qi of the heaven and earth meridians flow.

The small shoulder crashed into the sword flower with a strong energy.

A figure was knocked flying.

Tieshan leans against.

Looking at the figures flying in the air.

Ha-Do-ken.

Shen Muli followed up with both fists in the air and a wave punch flew out.

Right on target.

Turn around and leave.

Don't even look at the ending of Shigeki Tsukahara.

He didn't care about Tsukahara Morihi's ugly expression outside the court.

Beat you up.

Shen Muli shouted.

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In the apartment.

Shinmura Akira's eyes widened as she collapsed to the floor.

I don't want to move at all.

The European-style carved iron bed in the room had collapsed.

The clothes were torn into pieces and there was no intact piece left.

His whole body was covered in bruises.

She never knew that there was such power in the world.

At first, I wanted to turn the tables and take the initiative.

But you will know soon.

Her speed and strength are not even one ten-thousandth of a man's.

There are so many tools in my own drawer that thinking about them now is like scratching an itch.

Thinking of these tools, she even wanted to throw them away immediately.

It’s like someone who has been hungry for a long time eating the most filling braised pork meal in his life.

I can no longer look down upon porridge.

This month, Jing Niimura knew that she would never think about men again.

I even want to vomit when I see men.

But she knew even more clearly what she would do without that man in the future.

Overfed.