The outer hall had already been tidied up, with all the fragile items put away by Cai'Er.
Inside the entire sleeping quarters, only Chen Mo and Xiao Yunxi remained.
Xiao Yunxi took a black belt from her clothing and wrapped it around her waist, then looked up at Chen Mo: "You are a Ninth Grade Martial Artist, so I will suppress my strength to the Ninth Grade..."
"Empress, actually, I..."
Yet before Chen Mo could finish, Xiao Yunxi's eyes flashed, and her footsteps began to softly slide. Her movements lacked overwhelming killing intent, instead, carrying a captivating rhythm.
However, this was merely a guise to enchant the enemy. In an instant, she was in front of Chen Mo, striking towards his chest with her palm.
But with the Fighting Saint Body, Chen Mo easily saw through Xiao Yunxi's actions, even spotting her flaws. As long as he struck with his palm, he could definitely hit Xiao Yunxi.
But did Chen Mo dare?
There was a world of difference between their statuses.
It was like playing tennis or Mahjong with your boss; could you block the boss's shots or win the boss's money?
Of course, except for straightforward people.
As a result, Chen Mo could only narrowly avoid it and even remarked on how fast the Empress was.
"You're not bad either, being able to glimpse my attack patterns and evade them. I underestimated you..." Xiao Yunxi said, then suddenly changed her tone, pointing at Chen Mo's throat with two fingers shaped as a sword.
Chen Mo leaned back, deftly dodging while using the heel of his foot to leverage himself up, charging directly at Xiao Yunxi.
Suppressed his strength to Ninth Grade as well.
He had just intended to say his strength was Eighth Grade.
Though the Innate Purity Immortal Body could conceal his aura, in combat, some aura might inevitably leak, making it easy to discover.
But since Xiao Yunxi had already made a move, saying it now would be to deceive the Phoenix...
No, it should be deceiving the Empress.
Seeing Chen Mo dodge again, surprise flitted across Xiao Yunxi's eyes.
Though she hadn't made a move in a long time, her foundation remained. And even if her strength was suppressed to the Ninth Grade, in all other aspects, she was a Fifth Grade. Logically, she should not miss hitting a Ninth Grade Martial Artist.
"Again." Xiao Yunxi maneuvered, directly blocking Chen Mo's path based on experience.
But again, it was narrowly avoided.
By now, Xiao Yunxi could finally see it.
Chen Hong was holding back against her.
This made Xiao Yunxi a little angry as she sought Chen Hong for a serious spar, wanting to earnestly fight and vent some grievances, naturally disliking Chen Mo's holding back.
Moreover, she was confident that despite her strength being suppressed, beating Chen Mo shouldn't be a problem.
Xiao Yunxi slightly frowned, her voice cool: "Little Hong, use your full strength."
Chen Mo respectfully said: "...Empress, this is already all my strength."
"Do you take me for a fool? Evading every time but never counterattacking. I command you, strike me." Xiao Yunxi said.
"This..."
In the end, Chen Mo's experience was limited. Before transmigrating, he was just a university student, not yet twenty. Even after transmigrating, he was still under twenty, so he couldn't grasp the true meaning of Xiao Yunxi's words.
But not hitting her was always the safe choice.
After a few more rounds, Xiao Yunxi was already drenched in sweat. Being pampered for so long and not having exercised for ages left her a bit drained from the exertion.
"Empress, isn't... isn't it about enough?" Chen Mo tried hard not to let his gaze stray to Xiao Yunxi's upper body.
He suspected that Xiao Yunxi was wholly made of water, the sweat causing her long skirt to cling to her skin, the fabric being light and thin, those mounds even...
No chest wrap...
Snowy cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, crystal clear.
While Chen Mo felt merely warmed up.
He couldn't fake this.
And when Xiao Yunxi saw Chen Mo's state, it made her angrier.
With a loud bang, she released the restrained acupoints within her body like an arrow leaving the bowstring, shooting out explosively.
Chen Mo's expression changed.
One palm clashed directly with Xiao Yunxi's.
Quickly, it was clear who was stronger.
Chen Mo was directly blasted away.
Though he did not cough up blood, he was coughing non-stop.
"When..."
Xiao Yunxi fetched two longswords from the wall, tossing one towards Chen Mo.
Drawing her sword from the scabbard, the silver-white blade glimmered coldly under the candlelight in the hall.
"I will still suppress my strength to Ninth Grade, and if you hold back again, my sword has no eyes. Pick up your sword." Xiao Yunxi held the longsword, pointed at Chen Mo.
"Cough, cough..." After two dry coughs, Chen Mo picked up the longsword from the ground and stood. He could feel that at the moment of the palm clash, Xiao Yunxi had already held back.
Otherwise, the force of a Fifth Grade Martial Artist.
His arms would probably break.
"Draw your sword!" Seeing Chen Mo stand there without moving, Xiao Yunxi sternly ordered.
"I dare not."
"I command you to draw your sword!"
"Empress..." How could Chen Mo dare, drawing the sword would mean wielding a weapon with intent to harm, punishable by death.
He cared very much for his life.
"I pardon you of any crime, draw your sword!" Xiao Yunxi was no longer just for sparring alone.
"Empress..." Even a clay figurine has some fire. With Xiao Yunxi goading him like this, Chen Mo's voice grew louder.
"Then let's see if you really aren't afraid of death..."
Xiao Yunxi's eyes locked on, thrusting her sword forward,
Chen Mo's pupils contracted, this thrust carried killing intent.
As it neared.
Chen Mo's fingers brushed over the sword scabbard, his robe fluttered with the wind, his aura completely transformed.
Buzz!
Amidst the flickering cold light, the sound of a sword resonated sharply.
Xiao Yunxi's eyes narrowed slightly, only to feel a flash before her eyes, instinctively thrusting the longsword in her hand to Chen Mo's right.
But Chen Mo, possessing the Fighting Saint Body, had long found Xiao Yunxi's flaw, and dodged aside, while the unsheathed sword gently grazed over her body.
Slap!
The crisp sound echoed throughout...
Chen Mo retreated after a brief contact, stepping back several paces before kneeling in prostration: "Forgive me, Empress!"
"..."
Dressed in a black, form-fitting long dress, Xiao Yunxi stood still in her sword-thrusting posture, her eyes filled with indescribable shock and surprise.
Surprised by Chen Mo's perceptiveness and acuity.
And also...
The fiery pain on her rear made her momentarily unsure of where she was.
Looking at the kneeling and prostrating Chen Mo, her brows furrowed slightly, but they quickly relaxed, a touch of red suffusing her cheeks, which then quickly faded, as she said: "Well done, let's go again!"
ps: Good, the groundwork is almost laid.
Once again, I stress, this book is a feel-good novel, and indeed a harem novel. Anything heavily written will be acquired, nothing missed.
Moreover, let's talk about what it means to have a confidant and a trustworthy person. In my view, Wei Xiaobao and the Emperor in "The Deer and the Cauldron" count. To the Emperor, Wei Xiaobao is a trustworthy person.
And Wei Xiaobao has even hit the Emperor.
The Emperor, with the supreme status of 95, thinks no one dares strike him, but Wei Xiaobao's appearance brings him a novel experience.
Xiao Yunxi is somewhat similar.
Additionally, someone mentioned acknowledging a cunning master.
Doesn't everyone like to deceive the master?