Chapter 108: I Love Watching Women Fight the Most

"Mr. Wen has given orders: whoever harms Chen Luo will die!"

Mo Ye spoke coldly, murderous intent swirling in her gaze. With a swift turn of her hand, she struck towards Ye Linqian’s waist.

The vicious move came fast. Years of martial arts training allowed Ye Linqian to immediately sense the power behind the attack, and she instinctively raised her arms to block.

A resounding “bang” echoed as both Ye Linqian and Mo Ye staggered back three or four steps.

“Well done! I never imagined Chen Luo would have someone as skilled as you by his side!”

Ye Linqian shook her arm; the pain told her clearly that Mo Ye was at least her equal in martial prowess.

“I’ll take you down first, then properly teach Chen Luo a lesson.”

Ye Linqian bent her body, fists clenched, her posture drawn like a bow ready to shoot an arrow, fierce determination glinting in her eyes. This was the opening stance of Bajiquan—the Tiger-Shot Bow.

Mo Ye stooped slightly, one palm forward, one back, her body curved in the starting form of Bagua Palm.

Seeing her opponent use Bagua Palm, Ye Linqian’s competitiveness flared even stronger. She pushed off with her rear foot, lunging forward, her right elbow raised sharply, aiming straight at Mo Ye’s face.

This was the Single Ram’s Charge of Bajiquan.

Bajiquan specialized in close-range, explosive strikes, especially with the elbows—its principle was raw power. A blow to the face would likely incapacitate anyone immediately.

Faced with such ferocity, Mo Ye retreated a step, using a subtle coiling palm to meet Ye Linqian’s arm. With a deft sidestep and pull, she not only deflected the attack but drew Ye Linqian forward, exposing her back.

Mo Ye quickly bent to deliver another palm strike, aiming at Ye Linqian’s exposed back.

Ye Linqian stamped her front foot, spun around, and launched a leaping punch.

A sharp “slap” rang out as their palms collided, exploding like thunder in everyone’s ears.

At that moment, Chen Luo realized things had taken a wrong turn and rushed forward to intervene.

Meanwhile, Ye Linqian’s assistant, Xiaolin, also sensed trouble. Fearing the second miss would suffer, and knowing she’d be blamed for it, she hurriedly pulled out her phone to call Ye Linna.

But the two fighters were already exchanging blows at lightning speed.

Ye Linqian stepped forward, swinging a fist sideways—the King of Hell’s Sweep. Mo Ye blocked with her palm, dispersing the force.

But Ye Linqian seized the moment, closing in, both fists raised, and drove her elbows forward and back—the Dual Poles Strike of Bajiquan.

Her twin elbows crashed down with heavy momentum, leaving Mo Ye no time to evade. Forced to meet the attack head-on, Mo Ye raised her palms.

With a fierce shout, their palms and elbows met, and Mo Ye was sent staggering back a step.

Ye Linqian saw her opening. She immediately raised her right leg and stomped down hard.

Bajiquan’s most formidable move was the stomp—said to shake the heavens and tremble the nine provinces. The stomp fortified the stance and empowered the punch.

She followed with both fists, driving them toward Mo Ye’s abdomen with such force they seemed to whistle through the air. Mo Ye did not try to block directly; instead, she swept her palms across, sidestepping and redirecting Ye Linqian’s momentum, then struck at her waist.

To attack where the enemy must defend: for Bajiquan practitioners, a blow to the waist could end the fight instantly.

Ye Linqian had no choice but to step forward, turn, and raise a fist to block.

A muffled “bang” sounded as the two pulled apart, facing each other from a distance.

Though it sounded slow in retelling, the entire exchange had unfolded in less than a minute. The dazzling duel left everyone breathless, forgetting to even step in.

At that moment, Zhou Mei was the first to react, nudging Zhou Zheng.

“Quiet! Quiet! I’m enjoying the spectacle here!”

“I love watching women fight. And these two beauties are fighting at such a high level—it’s like a martial arts movie!”

Seeing her brother was unreliable, Zhou Mei quickly looked to Chen Luo for help.

But before she could speak, Chen Luo had already stepped forward between the two.

“Enough!”

His shout halted Mo Ye and Ye Linqian, who both turned to look at him. Mo Ye silently moved to stand behind Chen Luo.

“You’re Chairman Ye’s sister, right?” Chen Luo addressed Ye Linqian, sensing a misunderstanding and eager to explain.

“I’ve only met Chairman Ye a handful of times. We aren’t even ordinary friends—where did you get the idea that I’m seducing her?”

His words were clear and straightforward, but to Ye Linqian they sounded quite different.

“What?” she suddenly roared, pointing at Chen Luo and shouting furiously.

“You’ve only seen my sister a few times and you’ve already tricked her! You must’ve used some shameless tactics!”

“And now you dare say you’re not involved with her?”

“You’re clearly the kind of scoundrel who forgets everything once you’ve had your fun!”

“I’ll castrate you today, so you can never ruin another woman’s life!”

With that, Ye Linqian took up a fighting stance once more.

What on earth? Does this girl not understand plain language?

I’ve already said I have nothing to do with your sister, and you still insist on labeling me a scoundrel!

Her sister is so level-headed and organized—how did she end up with a wild, hot-headed sibling like this?

“Come here, boy—time to face your fate!”

Ye Linqian launched herself at Chen Luo, aiming a punch at his face.

“Watch out!”

A crisp shout sounded as Mo Ye sprang in front of Chen Luo, striking upward with her palm.

“Boom!”

Ye Linqian’s attack was fueled by rage and full power, whereas Mo Ye started hastily and was immediately at a disadvantage.

“Ugh!”

Mo Ye let out a muffled groan, her body crashing into Chen Luo’s chest. Chen Luo instinctively caught her shoulders, and the two tumbled backwards uncontrollably.

Fortunately, Mo Ye had already dissipated most of the force; Chen Luo landed hard on his backside but didn’t fall further.

“Mo Ye? Mo Ye?”

Pain shot through Chen Luo’s tailbone. He saw Mo Ye in his arms—her hands trembling, her face twisted in agony.

“This isn’t good! It might be a fracture!”

“Zhou Zheng! Call an ambulance!”

Chen Luo scooped Mo Ye into his arms and rushed for the door, but Ye Linqian blocked the way.

“We’re not finished yet! You’re not leaving!”

“Move!” Chen Luo’s eyes burned with fury.

“Why should I? Just because you say so?”

As they squared off, a cold, furious voice suddenly rang out.

“Then if I say you should move, will you?”