?Mobile reading A family-run inn on the southern side has become the scene of a mysterious figure. An eight-zero e-book This person was extremely cautious, circling the area several times to ensure no one was following, before swiftly entering the courtyard. He had no idea that every move he made was under Isabel's watchful gaze. As soon as he entered the courtyard, a black-robed figure approached and asked, "Can we talk comfortably?" "Please rest assured, Lord," the man replied, "the landlord couple has been drugged and will not wake up for at least four hours." The man removed his hat and glasses, revealing a golden-haired man in his thirties with eyes sharp and keen—like a hawk's. "Let's go inside," he said, and together they entered. Their very first words upon entering the room were: "Why did the noon operation fail?" The person serving walked over and said, bowing slightly, "The mission was going very smoothly until the moment when the other party was about to eat the poisoned dish—yet at the crucial moment, she knocked over her plate, causing everything to fall apart!" The golden-haired baron frowned and said, "Was it your mistake, or was it sheer luck on their part?" He quickly replied, "It was sheer luck on their part. I assure you I didn't expose myself. I was extremely careful on the way back, and if anyone had noticed me, the entire place would have already been under attack by now!" The golden-haired baron looked deeply disappointed and said, "We've failed several times in a row. Senior management is furious with our performance. You must come up with a new plan and complete the mission promptly—otherwise, we won't have a good outcome!" Both of them responded in unison, "Understood!" In the adjacent room, Isabella was wearing her headsets and had recorded the entire conversation. ... In the vast countryside, Qin Feng and Liu Su stood face to face, neither having gained the upper hand in their previous exchange. The beautiful senior spoke with a tone laced with condescension, saying, "I've long heard of your reputation, and you've even defeated two of my predecessors in a row. That made me believe you must be quite exceptional. But now, looking at you... " She paused, then extended her snowy-white right hand and raised her little finger, continuing, "...well, actually, you're not that impressive at all. I truly feel sorry for my two predecessors!" Man, it seems like I'm being looked down upon. Even with ordinary techniques, he was confident he could defeat Liu Su. But her movements were so strange and unpredictable, making it impossible for him to take the initiative—every time he moved, she seemed to guide him effortlessly. Such an unusual style of martial arts—he had never encountered anything like it before, despite his extensive experience. "Senior, you move like a eel—what can I do?" He shrugged, smiling. "And this is a sparring match, not a battle to the death. Of course I have to hold back. If it were a real fight, frankly, even if you had ten lives, you'd be dead by now!" "Nonsense," Liu Su huffed. "I told you right from the start to give it your all. Who in the world needs you to be gentle and tender? You're just making excuses for yourself, aren't you? That's not very good!" Exposed as he was, Qin the young noble blushed deeply, straightening his back and declaring, "Then let's go again! If I don't knock you senseless by the end of this, I'll never call myself Qin!" "Haha, great! If you lose, then you can go with Senior and take the Liu surname," she said, now even more confident. The method the Death Island used to counter Tai Chi proved entirely ineffective against her. Drawing on her recent experience, Qin Feng adopted a close-range,缠斗-based strategy, even incorporating the Yung Chun style—a martial art traditionally believed to be an ancient female self-defense technique—known for its remarkable striking power. Yet, once the fight began, he still found himself unable to generate any effective pressure. The key lay in this: when he attacked, he felt powerless; when she countered, her seemingly light and graceful jade palms delivered powerful, relentless force—each wave of attack building upon the last, growing stronger with every successive strike. He firmly believed that as long as he summoned his true, cultivation-level techniques, he could instantly subdue her. Yet, since the method had failed from the outset, there was no point in employing it now—especially because doing so would reveal all his strengths and secrets to her. He thought it wise to retain some reserve until he had truly forged a close friendship with Liu Su. After all, there was still the Celestial Reason Sect’s master above her—could he truly guarantee she would remain silent? Then let's adopt a different strategy. Comrade Mao taught us that when our strength is insufficient to directly confront the enemy, guerrilla tactics are the optimal choice. Among these, the most classic is the tactic of disrupting the enemy's operations—attacking their most urgent needs, causing them to lose their composure and then seizing the advantage. When condensed into a single opponent, this strategy can be succinctly summarized as creating obstacles, resorting to low-effort tactics, and delivering a surprise blow. Creating obstacles and delivering a surprise blow are both unexpected approaches. Now, facing Liu Su directly, these two tactics are clearly ineffective—only one remains: the low-effort, unrefined move. Heh, who would have thought it—after all, you're a woman! We don't need to be overly polite with you. His specific tactics are: attacking the chest, the buttocks, and the thighs. The first one—legendary, even moving heaven and earth—is the "dragon-claw grasp." This move has long been perfected by Qin's younger brother. Liu Su hadn't noticed anything unusual, and merely shifted slightly to the side, easily evading it. One move doesn't work? Then let's try again. When he used the chest-attacking tactic three times in a row, the beautiful senior finally realized something was amiss and stared at him in outrage. Qin Feng took this as encouragement—instead of retreating, he actually intensified his attacks. With one hand targeting her chest and the other her backside, he launched a dual-pronged assault. Liu Su only noticed the hand attacking her chest and stepped back, unaware that this very movement exposed her full, swaying backside to Qin's reach. Crack! A crisp sound followed by her gasp: "Qin Feng, you're being unfair! You're crude! You're a real player!" "Hey," he grinned, "fighting naturally involves physical contact, doesn't it? And didn't you ask me to give it my all? Now you're acting like you're not satisfied!" "You...!" the beautiful senior exclaimed, her voice rising, "Fine! You start on the first day, I'll start on the fifteenth!" "What's with the first and fifteenth days? I only know one mountain can't hold two tigers—unless they're a male and a female. But he immediately grasped the meaning of 'first and fifteenth' when Liu Su launched an even more awe-inspiring and moving move—her leg sweep aimed at the groin!"