Never expect to come on top in a verbal war with a woman, it's pointless. Especially when the woman is the scheming vice president of the student council.

This is turning into a catfight, and Seventeen is smart enough to know he can't win. He quickly changed the subject and motioned towards her to escalate, if she dared.

Since the other party is acting arrogant, Rebecca, of course, won't choose to forgive.

The advantage of a girl's physique lies in their speed. Rebecca took a fighting position, similar to the traditional stance of some ancient martial arts. Her petite form sprung forward abruptly, launching a flurry of palm strikes. Seventeen hardly had any time to react before a series of crackling sounds echoed, and Rebecca's strikes had hit him directly.

If Rebecca's movements could be encapsulated in a single word, it would be 'fast'— incredibly speedy. She was graceful as a swan, her form wafting like a lightweight feather, and her pace was so fast that it made it almost impossible to track.

A vice president indeed wouldn't be able to hold the position without some strength.

What was that technique? Seventeen wasn't sure. But one thing he was certain of was that the opponent's attack had no lethal power. Or rather, it was powerless to go through his defense.

Having said that, Seventeen didn't dare to underestimate. Anyone here would surely be capable. He had attempted to catch her but to no avail. Every time he felt he was about to touch her, she managed to evade just in time, reminiscent of the nimble steps in ancient martial arts films.

What made Seventeen cautious was not the speed, not the strength, but the unpredictable and bizarre frequency of blows. He noticed his movements gradually slow down, as though his nerves were facing unprecedented pressure from each strike, slowly becoming out of control.

This was simply terrifying; it restrained body movements. To break free from these constraints, he needed to counterattack. However, Seventeen was filled with untapped strength but was unable to use them. Rebecca's agility precisely countered him.

As time passed, even Rebecca's calm and practiced breathing had begun to falter. Their opponent was tired, and she was even more so. The person who consistently held control needed to exert thrice the stamina, if not more. How could a girl cope? Six minutes into the fight, Rebecca finally stopped her rapid movements as she gasped for breath...

On the other hand, Seventeen, who had been on the defense throughout, laughed. Although parts of him like left foot, right hand had been heavily struck and acted up whenever they pleased, no matter what, he no longer had control of many of his moving joints.

Left knee, right elbow, neck, these three places seemed to bear the brunt of her attack and he was failing to hold up. He was finding it difficult to control his uncoordinated body and stay upright. He realized that there would have been no chance to stand firm if his previous opponent had such strength.

Ultimately, women were still women. After all, this world belonged to men, and that included Kuang Qi Cangmu.

Seventeen pretended to be calm and laughed wickedly, "Come on, keep attacking, I'm not tired at all. Don't tell me you're planning to give up." He playfully motioned towards Rebecca. Truthfully, simply being able to move under the uncoordinated state of his limbs was no small feat. Seventeen had temporarily mastered the order of how his muscle nerves control his body actions, albeit a bit rigid.

Few in the audience would notice this change, except for the pair of eyes belonging to Feng Yi. The question was, could Rebecca spot it? If she saw it, she should likely win. If not, it's hard to say.

Seventeen sauntered over, seemingly slowing down on purpose. His heavy step, like Mount Tai, crushed the opponent's mental defenses, pushing her into a corner with no room to retreat. Seventeen fully recognized his own advantages and disadvantages. Anyone else receiving such an attack would have been finished. But his specialty was his durability, he could still move, despite the extreme difficulty. As long as he put on a good act forcing the opponent to continue exerting their dwindling energy, there was a chance he could emerge victorious.

Rebecca had never encountered such a bizarre phenomenon before. Just as Seventeen guessed, she was at the end of her tether, barely managing to erect her feeble body for another round of pressure on him. Despite the fluidity of her movements, her follow-through was lacking.

With a series of smacking sounds, the sound of the palm wind echoed continuously.

Seventeen had never thought of countering. His opponent on the platform was no longer able to harm him substantially. Instead of saying he was defending, it was better to say he was secretly regaining strength. He discovered that he could control all his joints - tsk tsk! Force and stamina were always the innate disadvantages of women.

"It's over."

Feng Yi's words made Zi Mou stumble. Rebecca's purpose of the fight was to effectively control the enemy with her agility. Out of the blue, Feng Yi let out "You mean Rebecca?"

"Yes, she's too impulsive and lacks practical combat experience, even..."

"Even what?"

Feng Yi did not continue. He wanted to say Rebecca had less practical experience than Elvis. Innate conditions did not determine everything.

Within a minute, Seventeen was able to roughly keep up with Rebecca's moves. Several grabbing attempts finally succeeded and he lifted her by the waist and threw her to the spectator area of the Wind Thunder team, causing a sigh among the spectators...

Fortunately, Rebecca quickly recovered without injury.

"Are you okay?"

"Hmm." Rebecca glanced at Zi Mou, Feng Yi, Angelina and the surrounding contestants, lowering her head awkwardly, she felt unworthy of the vice chairman's title. She bit her lip lightly, "Sorry, sorry."

"You are an intellectual-type hero and seldomly engage in combat. It's understandable. Haha, everyone agrees, right?"

A wave of awkward laughter filled the room from the discipline committee members, they wanted to comfort her but found it difficult to find the right words.

"Let me fight in this round. Seventeen's abilities are not as simple as they appear."

Zi Mou suddenly understood that the enemy's intelligence was false.

The scene was quiet. Feng Yi was a low-key character and seldom showed off, but his superior intelligence and insightful perception couldn't be ignored. He was undoubtedly the core of Wind Thunder. His tendency to enter the fight this early on pressured the discipline committee considerably, especially in front of an audience.

"Good luck." That was the last sentence left by Zi Mou.

Under countless watchful eyes, Feng Yi stepped into the combat zone steadily...

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