"Yes, Auntie."
Zhou Zirou bent and fell through the air. Upon landing, she kicked the ground.
*Pa!*
A crescent of white moonlight shot towards Ning Beichen.
Ning Beichen's expression changed drastically, and he quickly dodged to the side.
The white crescent arrived in an instant, hitting the wall with a bang. On the lime-plastered wall, it left a crescent-shaped mark that penetrated three inches deep, its power terrifying.
At this moment, Zhou Zirou swooped like a wild goose, spreading her arms. With a kick of her legs, two more crescents of moonlight appeared, crossing each other and heading towards Ning Beichen.
Like a monkey, Ning Beichen pushed off the car wash mat on the ground, his entire body seeming to defy gravity, propelled by the strength of his legs.
One crescent flew over his head, and the other passed between his legs, nearly ending his lineage.
"Ning Beichen, if you have the guts, don't dodge!"
Zhou Zirou shouted urgently.
The moonlight he had just dodged was her aunt's ultimate move. With her current ability, she could only use it five times. She had already used it twice, but Ning Beichen had dodged both.
"You're crazy, if you have the guts, don't kick!"
Ning Beichen retorted, his face darkening.
Did this woman have a screw loose? He wasn't an idiot; if he didn't dodge, was he supposed to be a target?
"Ah!"
Enraged, Zhou Zirou screamed and kicked at Ning Beichen relentlessly, her legs moving as if in a spasm. One crescent after another flew towards him like bullets.
The sound of explosions echoed. The surrounding walls, including some of the car wash machines inside, suffered damage. A vacuum cleaner used for car interiors exploded, shattering into pieces.
Ning Beichen, like a monkey, darted and weaved, rolling on the ground at times, pushing off walls at others. Every time a crescent was about to hit him, Ning Beichen seemed to have foreseen it and dodged, much to Zhou Zirou's fury.
"Xiao Ru concedes!"
At this moment, Zhou Zirou's aunt called out to her.
She knew Zhou Zirou was no match for Ning Beichen. The reason was simple: Ning Beichen hadn't made a single move, spending the entire time easily dodging.
Anyone with eyes could see that Zhou Zirou was at the end of her rope, while Ning Beichen was completely at ease.
"No, I won't lose."
Zhou Zirou was a stubborn person who couldn't accept defeat to the same person twice. She charged at Ning Beichen recklessly, unleashing the thirteenth form of the Zhou family's secret Tan Tui.
*Boom!*
A large rose of leg shadows bloomed, encompassing all directions without regard for friend or foe. Even Liu Yilin, Nangong Feiyan, and Ye Ya'er, who were further away, were within the attack's range.
"You're asking for death!"
Ning Beichen had initially intended to spare this strong-willed girl some face, as he felt bad about making her cry for the third time. He had planned to just go through the motions, give her some dignity, and then retreat.
But this woman had gone mad, not only attacking him but also threatening Liu Yilin and the others behind him.
"Ning Beichen, show mercy!"
Zhou Zirou's aunt shouted urgently.
But her shout was a bit late.
Ning Beichen, like a furious gorilla, ignored the incoming crescents and charged directly at Zhou Zirou. With a grab, he seized her by the neck and lifted her high into the air.
Then, to everyone's bewildered faces, Ning Beichen smacked her repeatedly on the backside with his other hand.
"Are you crazy? If you have a problem, go see a doctor, don't come out here causing trouble. You dare to use techniques you can't even control properly? You had this bad habit when you were little, and you still have it when you're grown."
A series of slaps echoed.
Then, Zhou Zirou let out a wail and burst into tears.
"It's you, it's you, it's you! I remember now, you're the one who bullied me when I was little."
The tall Ning Beichen held her up like the wolf in "Little Red Riding Hood" holding the wolf, showing no sign of pity.
"Girl, this is a lesson for you. Not everyone will let you off. If you were challenging someone else today, you'd be a corpse by now."
Ning Beichen lectured her unceremoniously.
"Let her go."
At this moment, Zhou Zirou's aunt, not having heard their conversation, became anxious when she saw Ning Beichen strangling Zhou Zirou. She launched a flying kick at Ning Beichen.
Facing her kick, Ning Beichen neither dodged nor ducked. He raised his leg and kicked back at her.
*Pa!*
Zhou Zirou's aunt was sent flying by Ning Beichen's kick, tumbling through the air several times before landing. Her eyes widened in terror as she looked at Ning Beichen.
She knew very well the power of that kick. To put it bluntly, that kick could have shattered a rock, yet Ning Beichen had deflected it with a single kick.
His strength was terrifying, and she had actually egged Zhou Zirou on to challenge him.
"Ning Beichen, please stop! Release Zirou. We concede."
Zhou Zirou's aunt decisively surrendered, not making another move.
As the saying goes, a true master reveals their skill with their first move. Based on that single kick, Zhou Zirou's aunt knew she was no match for Ning Beichen. Not to mention her, perhaps no one in the entire Zhou family could defeat him.
Ning Beichen loosened his grip, releasing Zhou Zirou. He cast a disdainful glance at her aunt and said,
"Alright, this challenge ends here. If you want to challenge me again next time, remember to bring your treasures. You're welcome anytime."
"Ning Beichen, you really are a bad guy,呜呜呜..."
Released by Ning Beichen, Zhou Zirou cried even harder, much to Ning Beichen's chagrin.
He had made her cry three times in a row, and he was starting to feel embarrassed.
"Take care of yourself. If you don't have the strength, don't go around being arrogant. Not everyone will tolerate you. Isn't it better to go home and be a good wife and mother?"
Ning Beichen shook his head, no longer paying attention to her. He waved to Zhou Zirou's aunt and then left with Liu Yilin and the other two.
After Ning Beichen had disappeared from sight, Zhou Zirou was still sobbing at the spot, her cries growing more heartbroken.
"Xiao Ru, stop crying. He's already gone."
"Xiao Ru... have you known Ning Beichen for a long time?"
Zhou Zirou's aunt comforted her with immense tenderness. Even she was no match for Ning Beichen, let alone her own niece. Zhou Zirou's defeat was a foregone conclusion.