However, it is taboo for Huaxia martial arts schools to teach outsiders their martial arts, so they can only absorb the essence of each other’s martial arts by inviting others to compete. Zuo Mu really admired that back throw Lu Xiaomei gave him and wanted to learn from her.

He thought Lu Xiaomei would be like most martial artists and not easily impart her skills, but to his surprise, Lu Xiaomei generously agreed, making Zuo Mu overjoyed.

"Let’s go to the courtyard, I’m afraid I’ll break the furniture inside, and Brother Xu would make me compensate."

Zuo Mu excitedly came to the courtyard, standing face to face with Lu Xiaomei.

Lu Xiaomei smiled and said, "Let’s start. What my family practices is called Lu Family Fist. I’ll show it to you."

Lu Xiaomei performed a Lu Family Fist punch, the technique was rather plain, leaving Zuo Mu somewhat disappointed. This Lu Family Fist was nowhere near as exciting as the Dragon Tiger Divine Fist he knew.

"Let me teach you the grappling technique in Lu Family Fist, stretch out your hand."

As soon as Zuo Mu stretched his hand forward, Lu Xiaomei grabbed his wrist and, just like their first meeting, performed a back throw. Despite being mentally prepared this time, Zuo Mu still couldn’t escape, and was thrown with a painful expression.

"Hehe, you look so funny, get up, did you learn it? If not, I can teach you again."

Zuo Mu just stood up when Lu Xiaomei threw him a heavy back throw again, causing him to fall to the ground and groan, feeling like every bone in his body loosened. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Only then did he understand that whether or not it was practice, Lu Xiaomei’s throws were genuine, and each time she used all her strength.

Zuo Mu was so pained that tears fell, wiping his eyes, he smiled bitterly and said, "Big sister, we are practicing, can’t you use a bit less strength?"

Seeing Zuo Mu shed tears, Lu Xiaomei felt a bit at a loss, guiltily waving her hands: "I can’t use less strength, I fear if I make you hurt, I won’t be able to do it."

Zuo Mu tried to guide Lu Xiaomei: "Big sister, you don’t have to actually throw me, just tell me the technique, how you throw, no need to grab me and throw, otherwise I’ll be killed by you."

Lu Xiaomei anxiously waved her hands and feet: "I can’t do it, if you ask me to use less strength, I can’t do it."

Zuo Mu suddenly felt like dying, he explained painstakingly, but Lu Xiaomei, if asked to use less strength, couldn’t do anything.

Zuo Mu slapped his forehead, hitting the painful spot, and let out an "ouch."

Lu Xiaomei sympathetically said, "Brother, you don’t have to hit yourself, I’ll try again."

Lu Xiaomei thought for a while, then smiled in realization: "Brother, I can do it, I can use less strength to throw you, this is how you do it, put your hand out."

Zuo Mu believed her, suppressed his excitement, and stretched out his hand. Lu Xiaomei grabbed his hand and performed another strong and forceful back throw, nearly knocking the breath out of Zuo Mu.

Lu Xiaomei remorsefully blamed herself: "Oh no, I forgot again, I forgot how to use less strength."

"Brother, I remembered, put your hand out."

After the last throw, Zuo Mu took a long time to recover, he no longer believed Lu Xiaomei, he dared not stretch out his hand even if he were to be killed.

Xu Xiangbei, biting into an apple, walked into the courtyard, grinning cheekily: "What game are you playing? Looks fun. Zuo Mu, do you want to be thrown to death so you don’t have to go to court?"

Zuo Mu smiled bitterly, wanting to defend himself, but his whole body ached when he opened his mouth, so he could only wave his hand.

Lu Xiaomei, guilt-ridden, said to Xu Xiangbei: "This brother asked me to teach him grappling, I can only teach with all my strength, can’t use less strength, I broke him."

Xu Xiangbei laughed: "It’s not your fault, he didn’t know your IQ is zero. Asking you to learn grappling is courting death, rest assured, he won’t ask you to teach him again."

Lu Xiaomei laughed in relief: "I said I can’t teach, but he insisted, so I’m going out to play for a while."

"Go ahead, don’t get lost."

"I know the way, if I get lost, I’ll ask the security."

"Smart, go play."

Xu Xiangbei assisted Zuo Mu: "You actually asked her to teach martial arts; she can practice but can’t teach, how didn’t she throw you to death."

Zuo Mu bitterly smiled: "Huaxia truly has many masters, I just wanted to learn more, who knew she..."

"Can you go back indoors yourself? Do you need me to carry you inside?"

"No need for the trouble, Doctor Xu, I was just out of breath from her throws, now I’m fine, I can walk."

It was already dark, and the flower-shaped lamps on the small path outside the villa began to emit hazy light.

Suddenly, a hint of blood odor came with the evening breeze, Xu Xiangbei frowned and glanced outside the courtyard.

The sound of something like a mosquito’s buzz reached his ears, from far to near, incredibly fast, Xu Xiangbei’s heart tightened, instinctively raising his hand.

Bang, a spark collided and shot out, the fired iron ball hit the ground, spinning quickly like a top.

Oh no, it’s a bullet.

Xu Xiangbei swiftly dove, knocking Zuo Mu, who was just getting up and wobbling, to the ground. Another bullet hit the spot where Zuo Mu was standing moments ago, making a sharp sound.

The opponent’s target was clearly Zuo Mu.

Xu Xiangbei and Zuo Mu rolled to the corner of the courtyard walls; several bullets brushed their scalps, hitting the ground and walls, sending out dazzling sparks.

Using the reflection from the glass, Xu Xiangbei found the sniper’s position, shooting from the rooftop of a distant villa.

Xu Xiangbei called Jenny, informing her that he and Zuo Mu were in the courtyard and had narrowly escaped being shot.

Jenny was frantic: "You and Zuo Mu must not leave the courtyard, hide well there. I’m coming back immediately."

The big iron gate of the courtyard suddenly banged open as if kicked, and someone rushed in.

Xu Xiangbei held an iron ball in his hand, ready to strike the intruder.

But upon seeing the intruder, both Xu Xiangbei and Zuo Mu exclaimed.

It turned out to be Xiao Ye Kazuro, his face was pale, expressionless, like a walking corpse. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he slowly collapsed on the ground, and Xu Xiangbei grabbed his belt and took him to the wall.

The sniper cherishes his bullets, Xiao Ye Kazuro is not his target, and did not shoot, allowing Xiao Ye Kazuro to enter the villa courtyard alive.

"Junior Brother, what happened to you?"

Seeing Xiao Ye Kazuro’s eyes lifeless, Zuo Mu then noticed his white shirt was already soaked with blood.

A long wound had been cut across his chest, blood poured out like a fountain from the wound.

He murmured, "It’s bad, it’s the people from Sword Palace, they’ve sent experts to kill..."

Before finishing his sentence, a mouthful of fresh blood spewed from Xiao Ye Kazuro’s mouth, the bright red blood splattered on Zuo Mu’s face.

Zuo Mu didn’t have time to wipe the blood off his face, crying he tried to use his hands to stop the blood from the wound on his junior brother’s chest, but the blood flowed out from his fingers.