Song Jingyi turned her head away, not wanting to listen to them boast. Just by the way he bragged, clearly he was no expert.
While everyone was complimenting Yang Jian,
their path at the intersection was blocked by a tall, slender figure.
Standing against the sunlight, the woman’s tall figure was clad in camouflage attire that hung on her straight back with an air of valiance and magnificence.
Although a steel helmet covered her features, a pair of sharp eyes were exposed.
Under the sunlight, those eyes shone exceptionally bright, as if harboring gems. Their brilliance was even more captivating amidst the radiance, beautiful and enchanting like dazzling morning or evening clouds.
Yet, her gaze fixed on Yang Jian, flashing with a trace of sharpness, a subtle scrutiny and probing.
If not Gu Xiaoxi then who?
The next moment, everyone stiffened.
Song Jingyi was overjoyed!
Yang Jian’s mouth opened and closed, unsure of what to say.
Gu Xiaoxi had originally planned to follow them to their headquarters to cause a disturbance. However, upon reflection, she realized that her mission had nothing to do with the Blue Army Headquarters, so there was no need to take such a risk.
Therefore, she decided to rescue Song Jingyi and then move on to the next mission point.
But hearing Yang Jian boast had ignited the fighting spirit within her.
She was also curious to see just how formidable the Shaolin Seventy-two Ultimate Skills, often spoken about by her master, really were.
"Yang Jian, right? Since we’ve met, I’d like to see how you’re going to ’teach me a lesson’," Gu Xiaoxi said, removing her steel helmet and shaking her gradually lengthening hair.
Those sweat-drenched strands of hair made her look like a beautiful boy stepping out of a manga, bewitchingly attractive, with bright, determined eyes and a chill to her hair.
Yang Jian swallowed hard, his face turning dark, not expecting to encounter this situation so soon.
He did want to test Gu Xiaoxi’s skills, but...
Before he could finish his thought, Gu Xiaoxi had already thrown a punch at him.
The rest of the group immediately backed away, clearing the space for them.
Gu Xiaoxi first attacked Yang Jian’s arm, then his leg.
Under their rapid exchange of attacks and collisions, Gu Xiaoxi found that Yang Jian indeed had strong force in his legs and arms.
It seemed that his Iron Arm Technique and Kicking Technique were well-practiced.
However, Gu Xiaoxi laughed coldly. Her palm swiftly gathered a fierce current of air, then she clenched her hand tightly and punched Yang Jian in the chest.
The next second, Yang Jian felt a suffocation in his chest and was sent flying backward, crashing into a large tree like discarded trash.
Immediately, the tree shook and leaves fell to the ground.
Yang Jian clutched his chest, coughing heavily, struggling to stand up, only to be stepped on the chest by Gu Xiaoxi.
With a slight curl to her thin lips, Gu Xiaoxi let out a cold laugh, "You dare to claim you know the Shaolin Seventy-two Ultimate Skills? A single Iron Arm Technique, a Kicking Technique—both half-baked. Speaking of them, you’re not afraid of tarnishing your master’s reputation."
Yang Jian was terrified inside. Wu Gui had told him that Gu Xiaoxi possessed inner strength, and he hadn’t believed it. Now, disbelief was no longer an option.
He truly was only half-trained; he had learned just the tip of the iceberg of the Seventy-two Ultimate Skills, but even so, it had allowed him to strut about the army.
He just hadn’t expected to lose to Gu Xiaoxi after barely a dozen moves.
Clearly, Gu Xiaoxi hadn’t even used her full strength just now. It seemed like a casual punch from her was enough to send him flying, a surprise so great that he even forgot his embarrassment.
The rest remained frozen for a good while before they snapped out of their stunned silence.
In unison, they exclaimed: Xiao Xi, the little monster, truly lives up to her reputation!