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Among the five people, only Luo Yang was relaxed and composed.
Even the tough girl Hong Jiaxin was slightly nervous.
Such a large group of thugs would be difficult for an ordinary person to handle.
Shuang Qiao was even more nervous, Luo Yang comforted them, "Big Sister Qiao, Little Sister Qiao, don't be afraid."
When Luo Yang looked at Hong Jiaxin, she rolled her eyes at him and turned her face away.
She was very discontented with the earlier suggestion that the lipstick mark on his face was from her kiss.
A man stepped out of a Mercedes, seemingly the leader of these thugs, wearing sunglasses.
The few young men who appeared at Shi Long's doorstep were among them.
"Boss, it's him!"
Following the direction pointed out by his underling, the man in sunglasses fixed his gaze on Luo Yang.
The battle was imminent.
With Luo Yang's martial skills, defeating three or four dozen ordinary hoodlums was like using a butcher's knife to kill a chicken.
The female disciples hardly had any real combat experience, and Luo Yang wanted them to accrue such experience in a true fight.
"Class leader, it's your time to shine," Luo Yang said with a smile.
Hong Jiaxin naturally understood the implications of Luo Yang's words.
With Luo Yang here to back her up, she felt at ease, knowing that if danger arose, he would definitely step in to rescue her.
With her ability, taking down two or three young men was already pushing her limits.
If she were alone against such a large group of thugs, she would have fled long ago.
"Big Sister Qiao, Little Sister Qiao, you two should also join the fight later," Luo Yang said, scanning around.
Glimpsing the sturdy and full figures of Shuang Qiao, he was greatly invigorated.
Shuang Qiao both said timidly, "We can't do it."
At that moment, the man in sunglasses snapped his fingers and made a gesture, clearly signaling his men to capture Luo Yang first and give him a beating.
Accordingly, three burly young men strode forward.
Luo Yang glanced back at Hong Jiaxin and gave her a slight smile, making a gesture with his eyes.
Hong Jiaxin took a deep breath, her chest suddenly swelling, clearly still nervous inside.
She was also aware that if she didn't rapidly improve her practical combat skills, she would suffer a terrible defeat against a true practitioner in the future.
Nodding her reddened lips toward Luo Yang, she moved swiftly in front of him.
The three young men were stunned to see a beautiful woman suddenly blocking their path.
"Move aside!" one young man with triangular eyes said coldly.
"Class leader, remember, strike first to gain the advantage," Luo Yang reminded her.
In street fights, when outnumbered, one must fight by any means necessary to have a chance of winning.
Forming ranks and shouting "fight" before engaging in battle is foolish behavior.
If it had been Luo Yang, he would have already made one of them bleed profusely from the nose.
Hong Jiaxin, after all, was an academic ace, not a fighting ace.
To suddenly switch to the mindset of a street thug and fight was something she just couldn't accept.
At least in her heart, there was hesitation; with no grudge against the three young men, why should she strike first?
In fact, the three young men felt the same way, and since Hong Jiaxin was a girl, they were even more reluctant to take action.
However, beauties of Hong Jiaxin's caliber were not something they encountered often.
And now, with her right in front of them, they couldn't help but leer at her attractive body, as if they wanted to strip her clothes off.
Hong Jiaxin was immediately incensed, she kicked out, striking the triangular-eyed young man in the shin.
As fists started to fly, the three young men no longer cared that Hong Jiaxin was a girl, as they threw punches and kicks, three against one.
This was a fight between a girl and boys, and moreover, it was one against many.
The onlooking thugs hooted and cheered, and the scene suddenly became somewhat comical.
Hong Jiaxin had practiced her routines well but could not apply them fluently in real combat, not reaching the stage where skill begets instinct.
After the scuffle, Hong Jiaxin had taken a few punches, but her ability to take hits was decent, and she did not fall to the ground.
Yet as a girl, after receiving punches, she bit her lower lip, clearly feeling wronged and on the verge of tears.
"Class leader, stay calm, you can do it," Luo Yang encouraged her.
If he had to fight Hong Jiaxin in earnest, he would never be able to bring himself to do it, afraid of injuring her and not daring to use full strength.
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Now that such a good opportunity to train her had arisen, Luo Yang had to harden his heart to watch and give pointers.
If she encountered great danger, Luo Yang would intervene.
Being hit by fists and kicks was no big deal; Luo Yang would not step forward to help.
Hong Jiaxin was a girl who never admitted defeat easily, especially in front of Luo Yang, the underachiever; she wanted to show her strength even more.
Catching a glimpse of Luo Yang actually smiling, Hong Jiaxin's fighting spirit was ignited.
She had almost pouted and cried, but now it turned into rage, and her gaze became firm.
The three young men attacking Hong Jiaxin couldn't gain the upper hand and, under their companions' mockery, they attacked her even more ferociously.
This was exactly what Luo Yang wanted to see.
Only in real combat could Hong Jiaxin grow rapidly.
Training in martial arts, the biggest shortcoming is the lack of combat experience, which is the same as having theoretical knowledge without practical application.
Only by combining theory with practice can a true expert be forged.
Prior to obtaining the Shennong Scripture, Luo Yang actually already had extensive fighting experience.
Later, with True Qi in his body and inexhaustible fighting experience, he hadn't met a match to this day.
However, he knew that soon a formidable opponent would appear.
Suddenly, Hong Jiaxin let out a sharp cry and swept the tri-eyed young man off his feet with a whip kick.
"Class Leader, well done!" Luo Yang gave her a thumbs-up.
This move could inspire Hong Jiaxin's fighting spirit.
A smile appeared at the corners of her mouth, and her eyes shone with pride.
With renewed confidence, she attacked faster, more ferociously, and more accurately.
In the blink of an eye, the three young men were put down on the ground by Hong Jiaxin.
The onlookers who enjoyed a good commotion started to clap for Hong Jiaxin.
The applause stopped as soon as the man in sunglasses turned his head to scan the crowd.
"Class Leader, you come back and rest for now. It's Little Sister Qiao's turn to fight," Luo Yang said.
Upon hearing this, Qiao Zai Shui shook her head repeatedly.
But Luo Yang grabbed her right arm with his left hand and dragged her into the clearing.
"Little Sister Qiao, you can do it one-on-one."
With that, he turned to face the man in sunglasses.
"My foster sister is not very good at fighting, so just send one person out to fight her," he said.
Each of the three beauties possessed exceptionally striking looks.
Fighting with beauties was a novel experience.
Moreover, as it was against women, the thugs were not inclined to rush all at once.
The man in sunglasses said viciously, "You want to play? I'll play with you to the end!"
Then he waved his hand.
At this moment, a very large young man about one meter eighty tall stepped forward from the crowd.
Seeing such a muscular thug, Qiao Zai Shui was already gasping in fright.
"Niu Zai, you do it," Qiao Zai Shui turned to leave.
"Little Sister Qiao, don't be afraid, I'll be behind you," Luo Yang said.
Luo Yang wrapped his arms around Qiao Zai Shui's slim waist from behind and pushed her in front of the hefty young man.
"If you've got the guts, fight me!" the hefty young man said with disdain.
His words seemed reasonable at first glance.
But that was only because those who didn't understand Luo Yang's predicament would say such things.
Both Shuang Qiao and Hong Jiaxin were beauties among beauties, delicate as flowers. Under normal circumstances, who would have the heart to send them to fight with thugs to gain experience?
It must be known, Hong Jiaxin had significant troubles to resolve, and she would have to face strong adversaries in the future.
Now there was time, and if she didn't train to a good level of skill, it would be too late when it came time to use it in real combat.
The same went for Shuang Qiao. Although they were safe for the moment with Luo Yang by their side,
offending Wang Yunxiong, and before Luo Yang was able to deal with him, the ability of Shuang Qiao to protect themselves was very important.
If they had a decent level of skill and could fend off three or five thugs, it would also be beneficial for escaping.