"Let's try it!"
Jian Zhou smiled, his figure flashing as he reached out to grab Jiang Ling's shoulder.
Jiang Ling bent her waist and swiftly dodged past Jian Zhou.
Jian Zhou turned again, his hands striking out quickly.
Jiang Ling slipped to the side again, evading him like a loach. At the same time, she brought her fingers together and delivered a chop towards the back of Jian Zhou's neck.
This was a superb move from the "Eighteen Styles of Wolf Defense," which over 95% of perverts couldn't dodge.
Jian Zhou, however, was one of the 5% exceptions.
More than a decade ago, a case of a wealthy family's child being kidnapped and murdered in Hong Kong had sent shockwaves through high society.
Families worried about their children being abducted began hiring bodyguards at great expense to provide comprehensive protection.
Jian's father, however, felt that even the best security personnel could be bought off by rivals, effectively inviting a wolf into the house.
He believed that the best way to deal with such threats was for his two children to cultivate their own martial arts skills.
Jian Zhou had studied under several of the country's top martial arts masters for many years. He was capable of fighting a dozen burly men alone, his martial arts prowess truly extraordinary.
Seeing Jiang Ling's move, Jian Zhou, surprised, quickly retracted his head, the chop passing over his head.
He straightened up again and reached for Jiang Ling's wrist.
Jiang Ling dodged again, evading the grab.
The two exchanged blows, engaging in over ten exchanges.
Jiang Ling's evasion skills were exceptionally strong, her movements slippery and hard to pin down. Jian Zhou found it difficult to catch her.
Similarly, Jiang Ling was no match for Jian Zhou, who had mastered multiple traditional martial arts.
The "Eighteen Styles of Wolf Defense" she learned was primarily defensive, with 80% of its moves designed to fend off perverts, and only 20% being offensive.
However, those 20% of offensive moves were all insidious, low-blow techniques. Once they landed, the opponent would either suffer crushed testicles or a mangled chrysanthemum.
The master who wrote this self-defense art repeatedly warned that these moves should never be used unless absolutely necessary.
Therefore, during their spar, Jiang Ling was almost entirely on the defensive, and her occasional attacks were light, ticklish blows. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Even so, Jian Zhou was quite exhausted.
It was important to remember that he had spent a fortune learning his martial arts, dedicating over a decade of arduous training to reach his current level.
He had never expected Jiang Ling to be able to dodge all his attacks.
Regarding this, Jian Zhou felt both delighted and troubled.
He was delighted that Jiang Ling possessed such abilities, as he wouldn't have to worry about her safety in the future.
He was troubled, however, by the fear that if Jiang Ling never encountered a pervert, she might use all these skills on him.
He imagined a future where Jiang Ling, wearing a sexy nightgown, would tease him, ignite his desire, and then use these evasive maneuvers to keep him watching, unable to attain his goal.
Oh no, life would be unbearable!
Lost in thought, Jian Zhou forgot that he was still sparring with Jiang Ling.
In a moment of carelessness, he was struck in the back by a punch from Jiang Ling.
"Ouch!"
Jian Zhou fell forward directly, landing face-first.
"Are you okay?"
Jiang Ling hadn't expected to land a punch on him.
"I'm fine, what could happen to me?"
Jian Zhou sprang up from the ground with a flip, dusting off his clothes.
"What were you thinking just now? You were so engrossed in thought, you didn't even dodge?" Jiang Ling asked.
"Nothing," Jian Zhou replied with a dismissive laugh, then asked curiously, "Who did you learn these skills from? What are they called? Why are they so amazing?"
Jiang Ling said, "My martial art is called the 'Eighteen Styles of Wolf Defense.'"