Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 1320 - 1142: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

Chapter 1320: Chapter 1142: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

He knew that ladies in the village generally didn’t practice Kung Fu, yet Xia Dabao often mentioned in her letters that she practiced regularly, even going up the mountains to hunt, able to move swiftly through the woods. So, could she be Sister Dabao?

As he pondered this, Xia Dabao had already slid down from the tree—not exactly slid, but rather descended using her light Kung Fu integrated with Inner Power, looking incredibly agile, just like a monkey.

When she landed, he could see clearly that she was a girl about fifteen or sixteen years old.

It must be Sister Dabao, he figured.

Long Aixi couldn’t help but laugh.

"What’re you laughing at? You haven’t told me who you’re looking for," Xia Dabao, seeing the boy laughing, pressed him further with another question.

Now she also had a clear look at the boy before her, truly much taller than her, with a charming smile, yet there was also an air of maturity and adroitness that didn’t quite match his age.

However, judging by his dress and demeanor, she knew he must have grown up in the city, and Xia Dabao’s impression of city folk wasn’t too favorable anymore.

"Lady, do you practice martial arts?" asked the boy, seemingly off-topic, still smiling.

"Can you tell? Perhaps you’re also a practitioner?" Xia Dabao asked, sizing up the boy again. He looked strong and seemingly skilled in martial arts.

The boy clenched his fists: "They say no friendship is truly formed without a fight. Lady, since you also know Kung Fu, and I am proficient in some punching and kicking skills, why don’t we have a little sparring match? What do you say?"

He always discussed martial arts with her in their letters, but without trying, how could he know what level she had reached?

Moreover, looking at Xia Dabao’s pure, straightforward face, Long Aixi found her incredibly cute and was quite in the mood to tease her a bit.

"A sparring match? If we’re going to spar, let me tell you, here in Peach Blossom Village, I dare claim second place, and no one dares to claim the first. If you lose, don’t you cry about it here," Xia Dabao swirled up the two braids that hung loose, challenging Long Aixi with a raised eyebrow, then took up a fighting stance.

Seeing Xia Dabao’s stance, Long Aixi found her even more adorable, bold enough to fight without even asking who he was—her temperament exactly as he had imagined, frank and mischievous.

"Then it’s settled, no matter who loses, no crying," Long Aixi said with a smile, and likewise took up a fighting stance.

The two of them quickly began fighting.

But with the first exchange, Xia Dabao felt Long Aixi’s arm strength and martial power and thought to herself: This is bad, he’s not just a practitioner, but a master. If I don’t concentrate, I’m bound to lose.

Yet at the same time, she was extremely excited.

There weren’t many in the village who could match her, even her mother stopped fighting, only her father would occasionally spar with her, but how could she possibly defeat her father? That would obviously result in a defeat within ten moves.

As for the likes of Zhao Datu, they posed even less of a challenge. With Xia Dabao’s martial arts skills, even ten of them would be no threat; but now, suddenly someone with skills comparable to hers appeared, how could she not be excited?

Before they knew it, they had exchanged more than a dozen moves, and Xia Dabao was gradually losing ground while the boy seemed relaxed and composed, fighting effortlessly.

This won’t do, continuing this way will end in certain defeat.

She needed to think of a way to use one strike to determine the winner!

Even if she lost, she couldn’t afford to lose badly.

Although the boy’s movements were decent, he surely had weaknesses, and Xia Dabao, who had mastered Nan Feng’s true teachings, was exceptionally accurate at throwing objects. So, as they fought, she suddenly dived to the ground, pretending to have been knocked down.