Chapter 460: Playing Smart A solid punch, full of vigor, surged straight toward Wang Shiyu’s chest. Yet Wang Shiyu wasn’t ordinary—watching Lu Yun charge with his fist aimed at her chest, she immediately arched her back and snapped her left foot, launching a lightning-fast kick with her right leg aimed squarely at Lu Yun’s head. Her target remained Lu Yun’s head. Huh! Lu Yun’s punch missed, and his steps still hadn’t settled. A sharp *thud*—his head was struck by Wang Shiyu’s kick, sending him tumbling like a rolling log, rolling several meters away. With her kick successful, Wang Shiyu now stood tall, gazing down at the disheveled Lu Yun with confidence, and sneered, “I thought you had some real talent. You managed just these few moves and still want to fight me? If it weren’t for our classmate connection, I’d have knocked you senseless right now.” Lu Yun rubbed his head, gritting his teeth as he pushed himself up from the ground. *Come on!* Even if we were just one of the top athletes in the school, how could he have been sent flying several meters by a mere girl? Ancient-style hero, your martial arts really aren't that impressive—how could you possibly lose to a Korean-style kickboxer who practices with yarn? Lu Yun’s face flushed and paled under Wang Shiyu’s mocking gaze. He silently cursed the so-called Dream-Entering Fist, which had clearly failed to impress him. After all, he’d only practiced it twice in his dreams—just a few sessions—while Wang Shiyu had been training in taekwondo since she was just a child. Even if taekwondo were mediocre, the girl had put in years of dedicated effort, something Lu Yun, still a complete beginner, could hardly match. "What’s the big deal? I was just a bit careless—let’s go again!" Lu Yun gritted his teeth, determined not to give up. Wang Shiyu giggled, "You've invited yourself to get hit—now, I can't be blamed!" With full confidence, she charged at Lu Yun and kicked him hard. Thud, crack! Both of them wavered, and Lu Yun took several kicks, each one rolling like a barrel of grass, spitting out the green grass that had managed to make it into his mouth. After rising again, he found himself covered in dirt, every part of his body aching. "How about now?" Wang Shiyu laughed, delighted by Lu Yun's disheveled appearance. Lu Yun stubbornly replied, "This is just the beginning! I've only warmed up so far. Now I'm ready to fight you properly. You'd better watch out!" Upon hearing this, Wang Shiyu gave Lu Yun a look of utter contempt, pouted slightly, and said, "A pile of grumpy, under-acknowledged bones! Come on, today you're not getting off easy!" To preserve the rest of his life's happiness, Lu Yun gritted his teeth and pressed on. After being fiercely kicked several times by Wang Shiyu, Lu Yun realized he was completely outmatched—besides taking punches, he simply couldn't land any effective blows on her, not even a single punch! When Lu Yun was growing increasingly anxious, he saw Wang Shiyu raise her leg again, swinging it with a long, graceful right leg that came straight at him, her entire thigh gleaming white in the light. A sudden idea struck him. He managed to dodge the kick and, as Wang Shiyu lifted her foot once more to deliver another powerful downward strike, he suddenly shouted out, "Beautiful lady, your skirt has gone up!" Wang Shiyu was in the midst of her momentum, having just raised her leg to execute a stunning downward kick that would leave Lu Yun completely bowing to her, but she was surprised to find that before her move was fully formed, Lu Yun had suddenly roared out with a loud voice. Thinking of herself now wearing a skirt, the view beneath her as she lifted her leg… the thought hadn't even settled when, suddenly, she gasped, blushing deeply, pulled her legs back quickly, and hurriedly grasped the skirt, exclaiming, "You're base, unscrupulous, and utterly contemptible!" Before she finished speaking, Lu Yun took the opportunity to lean forward and rush upon her, pinning Wang Shiyu firmly onto the grass. With every inch of strength, Wang Shiyu had gained the upper hand—largely because Lu Yun hadn't yet reached her, and her long right leg had kicked him away. Now, with that advantage lost, she was pressed firmly to the ground, struggling desperately, but utterly outmatched by Lu Yun. Lu Yun chuckled: "When it comes to strength, I've been drinking ten-complete tonifying soup—while you may outdo me in skill, you're no match for me in sheer physical power." "You're base! You've used such underhanded tactics to deceive me—count that! Release me, and we'll try again!" Wang Shiyu blushed furiously, shouting in anger. "We didn't even say beforehand that we couldn't use strategy," Land Yun chuckled, utterly unashamed of his cunning tactics. "I've used my brain to outmaneuver your raw strength. Do you accept that, or do you want to keep pushing? If you don't, we'll just keep going until one of us can't take it anymore." With Land Yun pressing down on her, Wang Shiyu kicked her legs repeatedly against his back, but couldn't budge him at all. She regretted kicking him senseless earlier. "I don't accept it!" she exclaimed, her frustration mounting. "This is pure deception—pure trickery! What kind of game is this? You're pressing me down like this, making me suffer, and I can't even get free!" "Victors become kings, vanquished become spoils," Land Yun replied. "Whatever you say. As long as I've got you pinned now, if you've got the strength, go ahead and break free. If you can make it out, then you win." "Lu Yun gave a genuinely kind smile," "Of course, if you'd like to surrender now, I'll set you free right away—just make sure you fulfill the promise you made yourself." With that, his eyes, sharp and watchful, began to freely roam over Wang Shiyu's chest, taking in every detail while silently marveling to himself: young women simply have a more pronounced, firm figure than older women—despite now lying on the ground, there was absolutely no sign of softness. "You're never getting me to bow down to such an unprincipled fellow," Wang Shiyu cried out, her eyes glistening with tears. Closing her eyes and her long lashes trembling gently, two steady streams of tears rolled down her cheeks. "Ah well, we agreed at the beginning that losing shouldn't mean crying—what's this now?" When Lu Yun saw Wang Shiyu beginning to cry, his heart softened and he wanted to let go of her. But then he thought of how capable this young lady truly was—should she not yield, letting her go might mean trouble for him. With a determined resolve, he kept pressing her firmly onto the grass, saying, "Isn't it just about making you yield? Isn't that really that hard?" Wang Shiyu kept her eyes closed, her rosy lips tightly pressed together, only occasionally drawing a soft sob as tears flowed—yet she remained stubbornly determined not to yield to Lu Yun. Hmph! This girl really has a strong will. Well then, let's just see how long we can hold on. I'll take this chance to get a feel for your soft, delicate body. ...Rural Beauty 460, Main Text 460—Updated with a bit of clever strategy!