Yu Xian was telling the truth.
Before her father taught her how to fight, he demonstrated with a dead man so that she would know what it would look like.
She knew better than the coroner where it hurt, where there were bones, and where there were acupoints. She looked like she was punching, but in fact, her fist was holding a sharp point, and it was very fast... drawing half a circle.
How could it not hurt?
She had not always won fights since she was young, but her father had said that it did not matter whether she won or not.
The important thing was that if she had the chance to hit her opponent, she could not let it go. The reason being if there was a great disparity in strength between the enemy and herself, the occasional attack might be her chance to turn the tables!
So…
She hit him a little too hard.
She hoped that he could understand.
