"You filthy bitch, I’ll kill you right now!" Yinlong had lost his mind. Maybe earlier he’d still had some twisted urge to "pity the beauty"—at least when he saw Anqi Chen looking so sexy, he’d been thinking how to ravage her. But now, there was not a trace of that left in him. All he wanted was to destroy this woman. In a flash, his terrifying witch-dao poison fist—E Province’s signature witchcraft-style martial arts, packed with venom and dark magic—swept straight out.
"Watch out! This Hubei punk plays dirty—he’s actually using poison! Damn it, if he dares touch my little Qiqi, I’ll skin him alive!" As Yinlong struck again, and this poison fist looked extra vicious, a lot of people started shouting.
Clearly, those last few moves had won Anqi Chen a whole bunch of new fans.
"Anqi!" As soon as they saw this dangerous moment, Rose Yates, Lily Liu, and the others started worrying. This poison fist was obviously way scarier than the punches from before.
"Boss!" Jason Lin and Harvey "Million" Jin couldn’t help themselves when they saw this.
"Relax, Anqi’s still got a killer move she hasn’t used yet!" Ryan Ling gave a little smile, totally unfazed.
The crowd was anxious, but seeing Ryan Ling so chill, nobody said a word.
"This little slut, just wait till she gets ripped apart!" Fiona Shangguan spat through clenched teeth.
In an instant, Anqi Chen took a step back, her powder-fist—a deceptively soft-looking Chen Family Taiji boxing technique—raised again. But that soft, delicate skin didn’t seem like it could withstand the poison fist’s corrosive aura.
But right at the critical moment, Anqi Chen suddenly bounced up like a spring, shouting at the top of her lungs: "Anqi Fist—Rainstorm Rampage!" (Anqi Fist is her wild, hard-hitting version of Chen Family Taiji boxing.)
As her voice fell, Anqi Chen’s fists came raining down like a storm. Her speed was insane—hundreds of punches in the blink of an eye, thousands in just ten seconds. The ring was instantly covered in her powder-fist marks (the signature of Chen Family Taiji boxing). Some guys who’d tried sneaking a peek at her panties ended up with faces like pig heads, and those with cameras got blasted clear out of the crowd. Anqi’s bad-girl aura was on full display, wild and savage—people were both stunned and delighted. Even more unbelievable, that idiot Yinlong’s poison fist was completely sealed off by her rainstorm punches, locked down tight along with the gu-poison he’d unleashed!
How is this possible? This little demon’s got another trick up her sleeve! Fiona Shangguan stomped her foot in frustration, watching Anqi Chen subdue Yinlong in a flash.
Anqi’s awesome! My Anqi’s so strong, a true master—a heroine among women! Anqi Fist, number one in the world!
Amazing, amazing, amazing! I want Anqi to be my teacher, right now!
Anqi’s my favorite girl—I love you, Anqi! I’m totally obsessed!
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Seeing Anqi Chen unleash such insane power, a ton of guys—especially all the single dudes—basically lost their minds. The chant of "Anqi!" just kept getting louder.
Anqi really is a prodigy. Last night’s training was worth it, haha! Ryan Ling nodded from the East River stands.
You trained her last night? No wonder! When are you gonna train me, too? Serena Yan leaned in close to Ryan, whispering.
You need training? With how fierce you are, it’s more like you should be training me! Ryan said, sneaking a hard pinch to Serena Yan’s butt.