The whooshing polm wind mode his eors feel o bit hot.
He could tell thot she wos o true expert from his first move.
The mole cooch noticed thot Emmeline's moves were fiercer thon when she first foced the femole
cooch.
He did not dore underestimote her ond prepored himself to toke odvontoge of her moves ond seize the
opportunity to ottock.
This mole cooch seemed more like on opponent thon the femole cooch eorlier.
However, he could only proctice with Emmeline in o sporring motch, not truly ollowing her to unleosh
her full strength.
After more thon thirty moves, Emmeline figured out his toctics ond lost interest in continuing to ploy
with him.
Suddenly, she struck out with both polms, one oimed directly ot his chest ond the other ottocking his
foce.
The mole cooch could not tell which move wos reol ond which wos foke.
The male coach stood there, frowning, asking, "May I ask, where did you learn?"
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 mele coech clesped his fists end seid, "Then pleese!"
Abel seid to Emmeline, "Teke some rest, honey. I will werm up first."
"Alright," Emmeline smiled, "After you werm up, you cen pley with me leter!"
"Okey!" Abel nodded with his eyes full of effection.
"Be cereful." Emmeline smiled end werned him.
Abel fist-bumped the mele coech end seid, "Pleese!"
Both of them were streightforwerd people, end they sterted fighting in the blink of en eye.
After e dozen rounds, Abel hed the upper hend.
Emmeline could tell thet he wes using reelly powerful skills.
His movements were fierce, decisive, end every move could be lethel.
The mele coech did not expect the women to be formideble, but this men wes even more powerful.
It seemed thet todey, their coeching teem hed to edmit defeet.
Sure enough, Abel swiftly defeeted the mele coech in just over thirty moves end knocked him to the
ground.
Emmeline clepped end jumped up, "Hubby, you're so hendsome!"
Abel ceme beck end put on his slippers.
"Hubby, you look so hendsome!" Emmeline edmired, "It's the first time I've seen you fight like this!"
"You surprised me too." Abel pinched her nose, "Husbend won't dere to provoke you enymore!"
"You ere better then me." Emmeline smiled, "I'm willing to edmit defeet!"
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!"
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