Striking again, Shi Yu still evaded with ease.
Mo Qingxin was secretly astonished.
With her skills, she was virtually unbeatable in the training camp. How could there be someone who could evade her now?
Interest piqued, she began to wonder, what would it be like if Shi Yu made a move?
At the same time, Mo Qingxin felt a trace of annoyance: "Are you evading so nonchalantly because you look down on me?"
Her innate superiority made her arrogant from a young age; naturally, she could not tolerate such contempt.
Hearing her words, Shi Yu let out a slight sneer, "Aside from my woman, I look down on everyone else!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Qingxin no longer underestimated her opponent, attacking with all her might, each move both fast and ruthless.
Her preferred tactic was swift resolution, since as a woman, she lacked the advantage in physical strength and couldn’t afford a war of attrition.
So this time, she used a different approach, aiming a direct punch at Shi Yu’s face, while continuously sweeping her right leg downwards, drawing an arc with her left leg as the pivot.
All this happened in the blink of an eye, Mo Qingxin only saw Shi Yu take a step back, then dodge swiftly, avoiding her once more.
Meanwhile, Mo Qingxin’s other hand, previously readied to punch, now turned into a palm, leaping up to viciously strike towards Shi Yu’s neck!
Shi Yu responded to the myriad changes without changing, simply reaching out his other hand to grasp Mo Qingxin’s clothes-covered arm, exerting a slight force—
In an instant, he released his hand, allowing himself to escape the combat range.
From launching the attack to its hasty conclusion, Mo Qingxin hadn’t even touched the hem of his clothing.
Shi Yu fundamentally disdained to lay hands on a woman. Seeing Mo Qingxin standing dumbfounded, he leisurely took out a silk handkerchief and wiped his fingertips.
Mo Qingxin knew, he was wiping the hand that had just touched her arm.
He actually felt that even touching her was dirty!
The feeling of humiliation made Mo Qingxin lose her rationality momentarily. She attacked again heedlessly. This time there were no special techniques or fancy moves; she just wanted the man in front of her to acknowledge his mistake.
Yet Shi Yu continued to evade, not directly countering her moves at all.
Mo Qingxin knew this was Shi Yu’s disdain for her, and so she became somewhat agitated.
She began to throw out moves while initiating a verbal offensive, trying to provoke Shi Yu into action with a challenge.
She spoke intermittently, but all to no effect.
Thus, Mo Qingxin understood that only one woman could stir the heart of the man before her.
Perhaps to outsiders, the two seemed evenly matched, but that was only in appearance.
Mo Qingxin had already exhausted all her strength, just barely managing not to look too disheveled.
On the contrary, Shi Yu, who faced his opponent with an expressionless ease, had already worn Mo Qingxin out with his dodges.
Victory or defeat was just a matter of moments now.
Mo Qingxin, nearly out of strength, swung her fist with all her might: "Today, I must make you fight back!"
Even such a thunderous punch was easily avoided by Shi Yu, who straightened the shirt that had become slightly disheveled from dodging. He gave her a cold glance: "You’re not yet worthy."
Having said that, he turned around and left without pausing his steps even slightly.
As Shi Yu’s figure was about to disappear into the stairwell, Mo Qingxin played her trump card: "About Shen Cheng’s secret, I guess you definitely want to know!"
Seeing Shi Yu finally stop in his tracks, a sly smile emerged on Mo Qingxin’s face.