Bro, practice more

However, Xu Ningbing still knew when to hold back.

Someone like Xu Mu—forget facing a well-known fighter, even a rookie with just a year or two of training could knock him out with a single punch.

She immediately took a step to the right, positioning herself in front of Xu Mu.

She also knew Xu Mu’s temper. If she didn’t block him, things might escalate.

“I know you. Your current MMA record is three wins and three losses.”

Xu Ningbing calmly looked at Liu Langtao.

Liu Langtao’s expression darkened slightly at her words, but he quickly retorted, “Those were against world-class fighters. Here in China, I dominate.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

Xu Mu noticed Xu Ningbing shielding him but still smirked.

“Oh? And who’s this little brother? Are you saying you want to test me?”

Liu Langtao gave Xu Mu a disdainful glance.

He had every reason to be arrogant—his weight class was light heavyweight, far from the lower divisions.

In all of Jiangbei, he was practically unbeatable.

Plus, he was still young, not even thirty. If he could secure a ranking in the future, commercial appearances and endorsements would flood in.

“This is my younger brother, Xu Mu.”

Xu Ningbing gave a brief introduction.

“So he really is just a little brother,” Liu Langtao chuckled.

Before Xu Mu could react, Xu Ningbing grabbed his hand first.

Then she turned to Tian Kai and said, “Mr. Tian, surely we’re not discussing business at the entrance?”

“Ah, my mistake! Please, come in.”

Tian Kai smacked his forehead and hurriedly ushered them inside.

Xu Ningbing shot Xu Mu a warning look before finally releasing him.

The group then made their way inside.

Meng Wanyue stayed close to Xu Mu the entire time, her expression unchanging.

The training facility was vast, with several boxing rings and open spaces for grappling practice.

Dozens of people were already training.

Tian Kai walked beside Xu Ningbing, smiling as he explained, “I’ve hired several foreign coaches here. If they have the Octagon abroad, we can have it too.”

Xu Ningbing glanced at the trainees and asked softly, “What’s your proposal?”

“In my opinion, we should copy their model. With the Xu Group’s investment, we can easily make this the top facility in Jiangbei—maybe even nationwide.”

Tian Kai painted his grand vision. “What do fighters compete for? Money. With prize funds, even international champions would come.”

“It’s not that simple. Times have changed—blind replication won’t guarantee success.”

Xu Ningbing adjusted her glasses calmly. “We need a standout concept, something truly innovative.”

Tian Kai nodded. “You’re right, Ms. Xu. I’ll give it more thought.”

“Hmm.”

Xu Ningbing acknowledged.

“Ms. Xu, I heard from Mr. Tian that you’re passionate about martial arts. How about I teach you a few moves? Useful for self-defense.”

Liu Langtao sauntered over with a grin. “You never know when you might need it.”

From the moment he saw Xu Ningbing, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

As a fighter, he prized physical fitness, and Xu Ningbing’s figure was nothing short of perfection.

He imagined taking her to the ground, pressing close enough to savor every curve.

Just the thought stirred a reaction.

Damn her for being so attractive!

“No need. My sister trains with champions in private. She doesn’t need your help.”

Xu Mu interjected.

“Champions? Some no-name regional champs, I bet.”

Liu Langtao scoffed. “Let me tell you, my wall at home is covered with championship medals.”

“For someone who can’t even crack the rankings, you sure talk big.”

Xu Mu smirked, hands in his pockets.

“I compete in top-tier international circuits. In China, at my weight? No one touches me.”

Liu Langtao sneered. “Since you sound so confident, why don’t we spar? I’ll even use just one hand.”

“Enough! Go cool off somewhere else! This is Ms. Xu’s brother—understand?”

Tian Kai’s face darkened.

Their facility was already struggling financially. If Liu Langtao drove away the Xu Group, everything would collapse.

“Tch.”

Liu Langtao shot Xu Mu a glare before turning away.

“Wait! No need to handicap yourself. Just fight my little bodyguard here.”

Xu Mu stepped back, draping an arm over Meng Wanyue’s shoulders.

She stiffened slightly in resistance.

Xu Mu whispered, “Wanyue, do me this favor. I’ll treat you to dinner.”

“Hah! You really don’t get it, do you? Do you know my weight class? Light heavyweight.”

Liu Langtao sized up Meng Wanyue. “This girl’s legs are thinner than my arms. I’ll call one of my lower-division students instead.”

“No. You’ll do.”

Meng Wanyue slipped off her high heels and faced Liu Langtao.

This man had been grating on her nerves the whole time.

[Affection -1]

Xu Mu suddenly noticed black text—not from Meng Wanyue, but from Xu Ningbing.

He rolled his eyes. He was helping her, so why was her affection dropping?

“Put your shoes back on.”

Xu Ningbing frowned, her expression hardening.

Xu Mu, that bastard, never changed—always finding ways to bully women.

She assumed he’d tried to force himself on this employee, and when rejected, devised this humiliating “lesson.”

The poor woman, bound by his status, had no choice but to comply.

Meng Wanyue ignored the order. For now, she regarded Xu Mu as her superior.

Others’ commands meant nothing.

“Come at me. No holding back.”

Meng Wanyue’s gaze was icy. “If you can’t even handle me, you’re not worthy of touching Young Master Xu.”

“Hah! Alright, beauty, here I come!”

Liu Langtao glanced at Tian Kai. “Don’t worry—I know how to be gentle.”

This woman was beautiful too, though he preferred Xu Ningbing’s physique.

But that didn’t make this one any less striking.

He wouldn’t strike her outright—no, he’d take her down, savor the struggle, then finish her.

Xu Ningbing shot Xu Mu a venomous look. She’d briefly thought better of him, but he was still trash.

“Here I go, beauty!”

Liu Langtao lunged, his massive frame barreling toward Meng Wanyue.

He feinted a punch before suddenly dropping low, aiming to tackle her waist.

BAM!

A deafening impact left everyone stunned.

Xu Ningbing’s eyes widened. “What just happened?”

Liu Langtao was sprawled on the floor, teeth gritted as he tried to push himself up—only to collapse again.

The moment he’d charged, Meng Wanyue had simply raised her knee, smashing it into his face and sending him crashing down.

“I’d call that my win. In MMA, you can follow up on a downed opponent—and he can’t even defend himself now.”

Meng Wanyue finished speaking, then slipped back into her high heels and stood behind Xu Mu.

"That's it? And you claim to dominate domestically?"

Xu Mu couldn’t help but laugh. "Keep practicing, buddy."

"It was a mistake! Just a fluke!"

Liu Langtao lay flat on the ground, his vision still spinning, but his voice was thick with defiance. "She’s not an ordinary person—that strength isn’t normal! I was going easy on her!"