"Good!"
Qin Yu nodded, smiling as he said, "However, I have one condition!"
"Speak!"
Lu Wenrou raised her chin.
"If you lose, no turning the tables on me!"
"You...."
Lu Wenrou was slightly infuriated, glaring at Qin Yu, "What do you mean by that, are you so sure I will lose?"
"Uh.... I'm just giving a heads-up..."
Qin Yu scratched his head, sheepishly saying.
"Hmph, take this!"
Lu Wenrou coldly huffed, her fair and slender palms chopping towards Qin Yu in an instant.
Baguazhang!
She too practiced ancient martial arts.
The treachery of Taiji, the slickness of Bagua, the most poisonous is intent!
The ancient martial arts detailed in martial arts manuals certainly had their own strengths.
Swish, swish....
Don't be fooled by Lu Wenrou's delicate hands; when she struck out, her muscles tensed, making them appear almost like the legs of a table.