Liao Che finally managed to steady his body. When he looked up, he was met with the death glare from his master on the referee's stand.
Miaomiao also turned to look at the white - bearded old man on the referee's stand at the same time. There was a hidden danger and threat in the old man's seemingly smiling eyes.
Liao Che was startled. Last night, his master had repeatedly told him to take this seriously and only win, not lose. But he had been so contemptuous and slack. He was bound to be punished when he got back.
"The punch just now was me going easy on you. Next, I'm going to get serious."
Liao Che turned back and shouted at Miaomiao. It was unclear whether this was meant for Miaomiao or his master.
Miaomiao tilted her head slightly. Liao Che was no match for her at all. The white - bearded old man on the referee's stand was the one worthy of her full strength.
When Liao Che charged forward again, he was clearly much more serious. Every time he attacked, he started weakly and then got stronger, never wasting his strength and not giving Miaomiao a chance to use his force against him.
But such attacks were basically useless to Miaomiao. If she couldn't use his force against him, she could just neutralize it. None of Liao Che's punches landed on Miaomiao. Instead, he made himself look embarrassed and out of breath.
After several rounds, Liao Che's physical strength was clearly failing. He gasped for air and looked at his master on the referee's stand.
The white - bearded old man had completely stopped smiling. His gaze on Liao Che grew colder.
Liao Che thought something was amiss and quickly lowered his head, his expression dark and unreadable.
Suddenly, Liao Che turned back abruptly and rushed towards Miaomiao. This time, he had only one goal: to swing his fist at Miaomiao's forehead without any regard for the consequences.
Miaomiao calmly blocked the punch. Just as she was about to throw him off, a tiny glint of light flashed before her eyes.
Reacting faster than her mind, Miaomiao instinctively turned her head and dodged the incoming light.
Miaomiao followed the direction of the object and saw a needle clearly stuck in the pillar behind her.
That was the thing that had just attacked her.
It turned out that Liao Che's real goal this time was not to hit her, but to stab her with a hidden weapon.
Miaomiao's eyes also turned cold. She was very unhappy, extremely, extremely unhappy.
Originally, Miaomiao's plan was to only defend and not attack. She would wait until Liao Che exhausted his own strength, and then he would either surrender automatically or be too tired to get up and be judged as the loser. So Miaomiao didn't even plan to throw a punch.
After all, with her current skill, if she wasn't careful, Liao Che would be beaten until he coughed up blood.
The kind and cute little Miaomiao didn't want to hurt anyone, so she kindly chose the most tiring and unnecessary way of fighting.
Unexpectedly, not only was the opponent ungrateful, but he also tried to sneak attack her with a hidden weapon.
This was something Miaomiao couldn't tolerate. A martial arts competition was supposed to be a one - on - one fair fight, just like being an upright person.
Miaomiao had seen people who played dirty during a fight, but such people usually ended up in a very bad situation.
However, the person she was facing now was a child under ten years old.
Yes, in the mind of little Miaomiao, who considered herself fourteen years old, Liao Che was like a naughty and misguided little kid.
Kids make mistakes, get carried away, and go astray. It was understandable.
But they must be taught!
He had to experience the consequences of using underhanded tricks so that he could remember the punishment and that what he did was wrong.
Miaomiao's anger was ignited. She slowly walked towards Liao Che and without hesitation punched him in the stomach.
This punch left Liao Che unable to even cry out. His internal organs seemed to be out of place, and he curled up on the ground covering his stomach, looking like a wriggling bug.
Then Miaomiao's small fists rained down on him like a storm, making Liao Che roll all over the arena in pain.
Taiji, or Taijiquan, was not just about dodging or using the opponent's force against them. Real Taijiquan also had offensive moves.
Liao Che finally realized that Miaomiao had been going easy on him before. If she had fought like this from the start, he would have had no chance at all. He was completely outmatched.
Seeing that Liao Che's head had swollen like a pig's head, Miaomiao's anger subsided a bit. She turned him over so that his face was facing her, then raised her hand and slammed it down hard.
Liao Che instantly felt that his life was over. At that moment, he could even feel the killing intent from Miaomiao.
He slowly closed his eyes. Before the referee called a stop, he had to take this punch.
With a thud, the expected punch didn't land on him but on the ground beside him.
Liao Che slowly turned his head to look at Miaomiao's fist. The little girl slowly raised her hand so that he could see clearly.
There was a big hole in the ground where Miaomiao's fist had hit. The marble arena had been punched into a hole by the little girl!
What a terrifying and demonic power!
Shock flashed in Liao Che's already swollen eyes.
Miaomiao slowly stood up and looked down at him. In her childish voice, she said, "To be honest, I'm afraid you'll die if I punch you."
"......"
The whole arena fell silent. The cheering audience was also shocked by Miaomiao's astonishing strength.
The white - bearded old man on the referee's stand was even more shocked. A trace of venom flashed in his eyes.
"I... I admit defeat..."
Liao Che knew that he had undoubtedly lost. Even if the referee didn't ring the gong, he was still the loser.
Whether in terms of character or martial arts, he had lost completely.
After Liao Che admitted defeat, the referee finally rang the gong, ending the fight.
Miaomiao walked off the arena expressionlessly and calmly left the venue without looking back.
The bodyguards also followed Miaomiao out of the venue, making her look like a noble young lady.
"Whose kid is this? How amazing!"
"I don't know. I've never heard of the Nancheng Taiji before. But judging from this kid's entourage, she should be the young lady of some family."
"Nancheng Taiji. Is it some hidden - world family coming out? I've never heard of it before."
"I've heard of it. There was a man with the surname Xuan in Nancheng who never lost a fight in the arena and won the treasure of Southern Boxing. But then that man became decadent and disappeared without a trace."
"When did this happen?"
"At least thirty or forty years ago. I heard it from my dad. My dad is a martial arts fan. When he was young, he never missed any martial arts competitions, traveling all over the place. Fortunately, our family had a bit of money, or else it wouldn't have been enough for him to travel like that."
"Oh, young man, I didn't expect you to be a rich second - generation. Do you have a girlfriend? Auntie can introduce one to you..."