Chapter 78: Chapter 75: Cruel MentorshipChu Mengyao and Chu Biyao looked at Qiu Wen’s scars, and their hearts were full of sympathy. What kind of hardships must a girl have gone through to have so many scars on her body, so shocking to the eyes.

    Lu Xuehong felt deeply distressed. Every time she saw these scars, her heart trembled a little.

    "Master, I’m ready. You can come up now," Qiu Wen said expectantly.

    Ye Fan said nothing. He took two steps forward and, with a slight force from his feet, leapt three zhang high directly onto the ring.

    "This... this speed?" Qiu Wen was shocked.

    "No wonder he is the master whom Wenwen admires so much, he’s just like a great hero." Lu Xuehong’s eyes were shining with admiration.

    "His jumping ability is terrifying. Sister, what is his true identity?" Chu Biyao’s jaw almost dropped.

    In the entertainment world, she had seen all kinds of people, martial arts trainers, and powerful bodyguards, but compared to the power Ye Fan casually displayed, they were simply not on the same level. How could she not be suspicious?

    "Don’t ask nonsense." Chu Mengyao warned. She was also curious about Ye Fan’s identity, but since Ye Fan didn’t mention it, she wouldn’t ask.

    If Ye Fan volunteered to tell her, she would listen, but she would never ask too many questions, because Ye Fan’s past was very bleak. During the time she had known him, she had already formed a strong suspicion.

    "Make your move. Don’t worry, release all your power and attack me. Don’t hide your unorthodox methods and fierce momentum," Ye Fan said calmly.

    "Master, watch out," Qiu Wen knew she couldn’t harm Ye Fan, so she showed no reservations. Just from Ye Fan’s glance at her attack pattern, his extraordinary nature was evident.

    Qiu Wen’s momentum was strong. With a shout, her fists and feet poured onto Ye Fan like a dense rain.

    Ye Fan’s figure moved, directly ignoring Qiu Wen’s attack, charging straight with terrifying speed. With one hand behind his back, his other hand reached out and pinched a spot on the inside of Qiu Wen’s thigh.

    His thumb and forefinger applied slight pressure, sinking an inch into Qiu Wen’s flesh, pinching and twisting with a certain pattern.

    Qiu Wen was terrified. She hadn’t seen how Ye Fan defused her attack. In fact, Ye Fan hadn’t defused it at all; with speed beyond her comprehension, he directly slipped past her offensive, causing her attack to miss.

    The speed was so fast, beyond Qiu Wen’s reaction and expectation. She couldn’t even imagine why her master’s speed was so fast?

    To Chu Mengyao and the other two girls, it was just a blur before their eyes. They lost track of how Ye Fan moved, and when they saw his clear figure again, his fingers were already moving on Qiu Wen’s body.

    "A ghost? Is he a ghost? Even a ghost wouldn’t be this fast." Chu Biyao’s jaw was about to drop. She had filmed ghost movies and knew that the supposed speed of ghosts was fake; it was all staged. In her imagination, only those elusive, screen-ghosts were fast, but they seemed pretty weak compared to Ye Fan.

    Chu Mengyao and Lu Xuehong were speechless with shock.

    Just as Ye Fan’s finger pinched Qiu Wen’s acupuncture point,

    "Ah..." Instantly, an intense pain swept through, like a tide, spreading into every cell of her body. Qiu Wen had always been tough, never experiencing such pain before, and suddenly tears welled up.

    Her following attacks halted, her body shivered, unable to continue attacking, her bones trembled violently.

    "Wenwen." Lu Xuehong bit her lip, bleeding, with tears falling swiftly. Seeing Qiu Wen’s pained expression, her heart ached. She knew Qiu Wen’s character, always wild and tough, even when stabbed deeply, she’d stitch without a flinch. But now, she couldn’t imagine what kind of pain Qiu Wen was going through to scream so desperately.

    "Ye Fan, can’t you be gentler? Why be so ruthless?" Chu Biyao couldn’t bear it.

    Chu Mengyao shuddered, goosebumps rising all over her body. Qiu Wen’s scream was truly chilling.

    "True steel needs a mighty hammer to forge." Ye Fan said calmly. He finished striking one acupuncture point and retreated three steps altogether.

    Qiu Wen was convulsing and fell to the ground; fortunately, there was a foam pad in advance, otherwise, the fall would be quite punishing.

    "Release all the pain and fierceness within you and fight me. Don’t let me look down on you," Ye Fan provoked.

    "Ah!" Qiu Wen’s teeth chattered, her whole body trembled as she flipped and attacked her master.

    The intense pain needed an outlet to weaken it. Qiu Wen charged desperately, attacking Ye Fan recklessly without hesitation.

    "Ah!" Another pig-like scream issued from Qiu Wen’s mouth.

    Chu Mengyao and the other two girls couldn’t bear to watch any longer; they closed their eyes and turned away.

    Each of Qiu Wen’s screams was like a terrifying wave of horror, continuously assaulting their souls.

    Qiu Wen, relying entirely on her persistence and determined will, endured time and again. She didn’t want her master to look down on her, and moreover, she wasn’t someone who conceded easily. How could she retreat without a fight?

    Ye Fan’s expression was cold, with no trace of mercy. He knew that if he held back, it would harm Qiu Wen. The art of acupuncture point striking was inherently cruel. Sear?h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    By the seventh scream, Qiu Wen’s voice was hoarse, and only smoke was coming from her throat.

    By the eleventh scream, Qiu Wen’s once-tenacious gaze slightly wavered, worn down by the constant assault of pain, whittling her willpower away. In pain akin to her soul fracturing, her nearly numbing nerves could no longer respond.

    What Qiu Wen didn’t realize was that her attack speed and strength were becoming faster and stronger, although she still had no power to counter Ye Fan, her skills were improving at a rapid pace, though she wasn’t yet aware.

    "Keep going, just six more strikes, at most six more screams, giving up now would waste all your previous efforts." Ye Fan’s voice thundered in Qiu Wen’s mind.

    "I’ve had enough; I’m not afraid of death, why fear a bit of pain?" Qiu Wen roared madly.

    After six more screams, Ye Fan stopped his actions.

    Qiu Wen stood, drenched in sweat, the places where Ye Fan had pinched were purplish and slightly swollen.

    Ye Fan then tapped two more acupuncture points on Qiu Wen, which finally let the pain in her body ebb away like a receding tide.