The male coach stood there, frowning, asking, “May I ask, where did you learn?”
“From my family.” Emmeline smiled. “It’s just the skill for self-protecting.”
“You’re too modest, Miss.” The male coach then got ready and said, “Come on!”
Emmeline did not hold back either. She swiftly turned around and faked a kick, followed by two palm strikes.
Her movements were as fast as lightning, flowing smoothly and perfectly coordinated.
The male coach avoided the feigned kick and caught the incoming palm strike.
Emmeline’s second palm strike grazed past his ear.
The whooshing palm wind made his ears feel a bit hot.
He could tell that she was a true expert from his first move.
The male coach noticed that Emmeline’s moves were fiercer than when she first faced the female coach.
He did not dare underestimate her and prepared himself to take advantage of her moves and seize the opportunity to attack.
This male coach seemed more like an opponent than the female coach earlier.
However, he could only practice with Emmeline in a sparring match, not truly allowing her to unleash her full strength.
After more than thirty moves, Emmeline figured out his tactics and lost interest in continuing to play with him.
Suddenly, she struck out with both palms, one aimed directly at his chest and the other attacking his face.
The male coach could not tell which move was real and which was fake.
Every move seemed real, and every move seemed fake.
Ultimately, he decided to defend against the one targeting his chest.
But little did he know that Emmeline’s moves were real, and the palm aimed at his chest landed a direct hit.
While the male coach was in pain, he also faced a slap.
The male coach could not afford to be slapped in the face, so he hurriedly tried to defend himself but did not expect Emmeline’s solid palm to turn into an empty palm.
His palm extended and contracted, flashing before the male coach’s eyes, and then he was kicked.
“Thud!”
The male coach flew two to three meters away and fell on his back.
The female coach fell on her stomach while he fell on his back.
Regardless of how they fell, they both lost the battle.
Emmeline won two consecutive matches, leaving the students and members who were watching dumbfounded.
Cheers followed.
Another male coach felt embarrassed and walked over with big strides.
He repeatedly and aggressively said to Emmeline, “Please accept my challenge.”
Before Emmeline could speak, Abel stood in front of her.
He said to the burly male coach, “She is tired. Let me accept your challenge.”
The male coach hesitated. He wanted to challenge Emmeline to regain the gym’s reputation.
He did not expect to challenge this handsome man.
“What’s wrong, scared?” Abel sneered, “Or are you guys only picking on women?”
The male coach clasped his fists and said, “Then please!”
Abel said to Emmeline, “Take some rest, honey. I will warm up first.”
“Alright,” Emmeline smiled, “After you warm up, you can play with me later!”
“Okay!” Abel nodded with his eyes full of affection.
“Be careful.” Emmeline smiled and warned him.
Abel fist-bumped the male coach and said, “Please!”
Both of them were straightforward people, and they started fighting in the blink of an eye.
After a dozen rounds, Abel had the upper hand.
Emmeline could tell that he was using really powerful skills.
His movements were fierce, decisive, and every move could be lethal.
The male coach did not expect the woman to be formidable, but this man was even more powerful.
It seemed that today, their coaching team had to admit defeat.
Sure enough, Abel swiftly defeated the male coach in just over thirty moves and knocked him to the ground.
Emmeline clapped and jumped up, “Hubby, you’re so handsome!”
Abel came back and put on his slippers.
“Hubby, you look so handsome!” Emmeline admired, “It’s the first time I’ve seen you fight like this!”
“You surprised me too.” Abel pinched her nose, “Husband won’t dare to provoke you anymore!”
“You are better than me.” Emmeline smiled, “I’m willing to admit defeat!”
