Li Su stared at Qin Feng with her beautiful, large eyes, her initial anger transforming into a warm smile as her furrowed brows gently relaxed into a playful crescent shape, quite charming. "Brother, your information is really sharp—you've managed to find us here!" How rare it is! My soft-spoken, elegant sister-in-law, Yaoshi, was almost poisoned by a mere nobody here. If my brother couldn't find us, how would he even manage to keep up? And yet, you—you, how did you even manage to come here? Before he could ask, the beautiful senior student smiled seductively. "My team has been investigating and found several residents here suspicious. So I came to gather more information. Now, I can confirm that those people inside are indeed members of the mysterious organization!" Qin, the young noble, shrugged. "Then why haven't you taken action to arrest them?" "Because if I act now, I'd truly be sending out the alarm." "The beautiful senior girl's gaze shifted, saying, 'Besides, dare I move against you, Qin Sir, without your permission? And clearly, these people are all desperate fighters—once they take action, they'll inevitably cause irreparable losses to us. What's the point of that?' The last two sentences were most crucial—meaning, how is my matter even connected to yours? Why should I make sacrifices for you?" "Ah, the senior truly has excellent eloquence," Qin Sir nodded approvingly, "Your thoughts align perfectly with mine—I'm also planning to expose the people behind the scenes and then eliminate them all at once!" "Indeed, we see eye to eye," Liu Su's eyes suddenly flashed with something unusual, suggesting, "Brother, since we've known each other, we haven't faced off in direct confrontation, have we?" Qin Sir raised an eyebrow, "So, are you suggesting you'd like to spar with me?" "Can't you just see that I'm a woman, and you're treating me as if I'm beneath you?" She raised her small fist and waved it vigorously. Qin, the younger brother, thought to himself that he simply looked down on you, yet on the surface he said, "How could that be? You're so beautiful, and you've managed to rise to the position of Head of the Department—your skills must surely be no less than your appearance!" Liu Su gave a light scoff. "Follow me, and you'll see just what my skills are like. Then you'll see if you dare to bully me again!" It's natural for men to treat women as they do—especially when it comes to beautiful ones. To fail to do so would truly be a disappointment to heaven itself. The beautiful senior girl gave him a withering look and sniffed, "Qin Feng, let me make it clear—when we start fighting, I won't hold back. So you'd better give it your all, or else you'll end up scrambling around like a fool, trying to find your clothes because you're too tender!" "Relax," he replied, "It's always been me doing the charging, while others end up scattered everywhere, looking for their clothes—hehe." His gaze lingered on Liu Su's prominent chest, imagining how it would constantly rise and fall during the fight. Liu Su adopted a balanced offensive and defensive stance, then executed a particularly bold, challenging move—she casually flicked her finger toward Qin Feng. Huh! Quite confident, isn't she? Qin, the young lord, rolled up his sleeves, thinking to himself: Either I knock you senseless today, or you'll never be this bold again. If it were any other girl, he'd have absolutely no interest in launching the first attack. But facing Liu Su, he simply couldn't afford to be polite. With a swift stride, he closed the distance and delivered a powerful flying kick. He applied about six-tenths of his force—something even a solid, broad-shouldered man would find hard to withstand. As for Liu Su, her expression remained calm and composed. She crossed her arms over her chest and stepped back with her right leg. When Qin Feng's foot struck her crossed arms, he expected her to be ready for a solid, head-on resistance. Yet the impact felt as though it had struck cotton—completely unresisting. The beautiful senior student sidestepped slightly and extended her arms. The sensation of being unsupported transformed into one of being drawn in, her center of gravity subtly shifting. As his body began to lose control, he quickly twisted his waist, using the rotational momentum to steady himself. After landing on one leg, he executed a full spin, bringing the second leg down firmly and steadily. That had been quite close—had it not been for his swift reaction, he would have surely ended up face-down, like a dog being knocked over. I never expected it—on the surface, Liu Su appears delicate and frail, yet beyond her charm, she possesses such formidable martial skills. First, she makes you unable to land a solid blow, then gradually shifts your balance, a technique reminiscent of Tai Chi, though clearly distinct from it. "Brother, come on again!" Liu Su once more gestures enthusiastically toward him with a flourish. Honestly, I just underestimated you—after all, you haven't even won yet. So what's there to be happy about? The one who laughs last truly wins. With experience now, Qin, the young lord, decides to shift his strategy. The people from Death Island have deeply studied the secrets of Tai Chi. Though the art is vast and profound, not easily grasped by foreigners, they have nonetheless developed an effective counter-method. Of course, should one encounter a master-level Tai Chi exponent, the only outcome would be to endure relentless pressure. This is a close-quarters combat technique, emphasizing punches with only a few leg movements, designed to minimize shifts in center of gravity and deny the opponent opportunities to leverage and counter. The beautiful senior uses palm techniques, which unfold with a graceful, flowing elegance—though Master Qin finds little interest in appreciating them. Back and forth they exchange blows, and after more than a dozen exchanges, they remain evenly matched. This is the first opponent Master Qin has encountered since returning to China who can truly hold his own—so far, he has employed only conventional martial arts, without drawing upon the cultivation techniques he has learned. Liu Su launches a move known as "Dual Peaks Piercing the Ear," and Master Qin smiles, immediately countering with "Clouds Parted to Reveal the Sun." As soon as her dual palms displace him, his central line will be exposed, giving him the chance to finish the opponent in one move. The strength of her palms, though seemingly light and delicate as jade, carries an exceptionally powerful impact, striking precisely at his wrists. Moreover, when the palms and wrists make contact, there's no sensation at all—yet a continuous wave of force follows, one after another. Qin Feng's arms quickly grew numb, successfully deflecting his opponent's techniques, though at the cost of losing his own chance to counterattack. Liu Su planted one leg firmly on the ground, swiftly retreating, and said with a firm expression, "Brother, your skills are truly impressive—my own strength isn't enough to match yours!" Is this praise? More like criticism.