41 Inch Travel Steps (2/2)

From afar, Wang Xiaofei looked like a scarecrow that was easily controlled in Mo Wen's hand.

Wang Xiaofei started to panic. She did not expect Mo Wen to be such a tough opponent. He was obviously less skilled than her, but he somehow kept her under control. She had no other moves to use against him.

Mo Wen smiled and with a flick of his arm, he sent Wang Xiaofei flying away.

Even though he did not use much strength, Wang Xiaofei was a girl and did not weigh much so she was sent flying away.

Wang Xiaofei let out a light hum of dissatisfaction with her loss. Even though she was in midair and lost her balance, she did not panic. With a slight twist of her waist, she flipped over and landed cleanly and balanced on the ground.

”How did you manage to handle my power just now?” Wang Xiaofei could not accept her loss as she glared at Mo Wen. In her previous few attacks, she had clearly used much more strength than Mo Wen, yet she had repeatedly lost. Her power had felt as if she was unable to harness it fully.

”That is called Tender Force,” Mo Wen said good naturedly. Indeed, his strength was incomparable to Wang Xiaofei's, but that did not mean that he did not stand a chance against her. With his abilities, he had more than one or two methods to deal with Wang Xiaofei.

”Tender Force? You also learned martial arts teachings?” Wang Xiaofei raised her brows. Martial arts teachings could only be learnt by ancient martial arts practitioners in the Regulated Breathing realm. Even she had just begun learning an aspect of martial arts teachings. Perhaps she had wrongly assessed Mo Wen's skills before, and he was actually a Regulated Breathing realm ancient martial arts practitioner.

”Still want to fight?” Mo Wen smiled and said in a non-committal manner.

”Of course…” Wang Xiaofei let out a light humph and lifted her head, ”Of course I don't. What's the big deal in defeating a girl, humph.”

As she said that, Wang Xiaofei decided to no longer bother herself with Mo Wen, and walked back to the 1st Battalion team.

Although it had been a brief exchange, Wang Xiaofei was not stupid and knew she could not win against Mo Wen.

Regardless of it being the previous techniques or the Tender Force and whatnot, the moves Mo Wen used were all very advanced. Wang Xiaofei found it rather odd. Clearly, she was a Regulated Breathing realm warrior and she had yet to learn even one aspect of those skills so how could Mo Wen have learned two aspects of martial arts teachings?

”Mo Wen, I knew that you could do it. Even the tigress Wang Xiaofei had been tamed by you. I admire you, I really admire you,” Wang Yuan patted Mo Wen's shoulder and said excitedly.

The fact that the 4th Battalion did not lose to the 1st Battalion had saved at least some of their dignity.

”You think we're all like you? You couldn't even defeat a girl,” Mo Wen said while rolling his eyes. He couldn't care less about Wang Yuan. Beforehand, Wang Yuan did not say such compliments. It seemed his face changed even faster than the flipping of pages in a book. Mo Wen's cold words immediately shut Wang Yuan up.

”Aiya, that Mo Wen is so outstanding. Even Wang Xiaofei is not his match,” a round-faced girl beside Qin Xiaoyou said. She could not believe her eyes. As a part of the female battalion, she naturally knew of Wang Xiaofei's capabilities. However, she still ultimately lost to Mo Wen.

”How? Previously, you had still asked me to plead for Wang Xiaofei to go easy. From what I see, I should be helping Wang Xiaofei instead,” Qin Xiaoyou let out a light humph and proudly extended her fair and slender neck.

At this moment, Wang Xiaofei had coincidentally passed by and heard whatever Qin Xiaoyou said. Immediately, she ridiculed Qin Xiaoyou by saying, ”Aiyo, you mean if Mo Wen is not a worthy match, you would help him plead for an easier time? There is indeed something going on between the two of you.”

”Pui pui pui, that filthy mouth of yours really has nothing good to say. We should have gotten Mo Wen to give you a good bashing just now,” Qin Xiaoyou's face reddened as she glared at Wang Xiaofei fiercely.

”Xiaoyou, you're so ambiguous. A good bashing? You mean in the combat ring or… on the bed?” countered Wang Xiaofei.

The round-faced girl looked between Qin Xiaoyou and Wang Xiaofei. She could not stop giggling.

”Zhang Xin, do you want to die!?” Wang Xiaofei pounced like a tigress on top of Zhang Xin.