Ye Die's skills were such that if she were to compete, winning the championship wouldn't be out of the question.
Some might wonder, then, why was she instantly defeated by Yan Jue at the funeral?
Firstly, she was caught off guard.
Secondly, anyone can put on a show, but when it comes to actual combat, the physical strength and explosive power difference between men and women is incredibly vast.
A cold smirk curved Ye Die's lips.
"The only reason Tang Xiaomin has been able to be arrogant for so long is because she hasn't encountered me."
"She's just a pretty face who relies on men. I'll show her my power and put her back in her place."
Ye Die spoke with disdain, her words brimming with confidence.
Nangong Shanshan smiled silently.
With Ye Die's spoiled and willful temperament, dealing with Tang Xiaomin was definitely settled.
She simply waited to watch the show.
The next day.
The news reported a fire at the Tang family villa, with no casualties.
In her office, Tang Xiaomin personally called the organizers of the racing competition.
The gist of her proposal was that she would sponsor the event, provided she received a participant slot.
The organizers weren't foolish; with a wealthy investor, they readily agreed.
Tang Xiaomin looked at the racing car model on her desk.
Only Tang Yan remained.
She wanted to trample his proud racing achievements underfoot.
Beside her, Yan Jue toyed with the spoils from the previous night, the lighter flipping nimbly between his fingers as if imbued with life.
"Minmin, let's go on a date. Leave the money-making to Lu Xing." Su Dan Novel Network
Tang Xiaomin, however, objected.
"Lu Xing works very hard every day. We can't exploit him like this."
Yan Jue chuckled.
"He's so capable, it's a waste of talent to let him rest. Only in work can he find his purpose. He should be thankful I've given him a job."
Yan Jue's avaricious capitalist demeanor was enough to scare the devil himself.
Tang Xiaomin sometimes wondered how Yan Jue managed to be a boss.
But then she reconsidered; he was a martial artist, brave and resourceful.
In this era, direct confrontation wasn't necessary; strategy was key.
According to Yan Jue himself, when he initially founded Xianfu Group, he merely had a few hours of conversation with Lu Xing, instilling in him his grand vision.
Essentially, it was a wild pitch, painting a picture of the company's future glory and immense success.
Then, with utmost sincerity, he clapped Lu Xing on the shoulder and said,
"Lu Xing, my own abilities are limited. Only you can help me, and only someone as talented as you can accomplish this. Whether we can expand our territory and achieve new glories on this land rests entirely on you."
Lu Xing himself followed Yan Jue's lead without question.
One was determined in his goals, the other highly capable.
And so, Lu Xing began living a life of drudgery, with endless tasks every single day.
Some might ask, what made Lu Xing so sincerely admire Yan Jue?
The charisma of a true leader always draws people in.
Suddenly, Yan Jue came across an interesting piece of information on his phone.
"Minmin, Ye Die is challenging you to a fight online."
"Oh? Let me see."
Tang Xiaomin opened her phone and indeed, it was true.
Ye Die had posted on Weibo: "Tang Xiaomin, are you brave enough to fight me at the Grand World Combat Arena tomorrow night?" @Tang Xiaomin.
What was this?
This was a blatant provocation.
The comments below were fiery and passionate.
"Miss Ye Die trained under a world-renowned combat master. It's said even men can't defeat her."
"She's that fierce? If Tang Xiaomin accepts, isn't she walking into her own demise?"
"Whether she dies or not, she's bound to be beaten to a pulp."
"Tang Xiaomin is rumored to be a violent young lady. Now she's met someone stronger than her. I wonder if she'll dare to accept."
"I like watching women fight."
"Tang Xiaomin is probably hiding somewhere, trembling and too scared to respond."
...
Tang Xiaomin was so enraged she spewed vulgarities, cursing Ye Die, that mad dog.
"Damn it, is she out of her mind? Why does everyone want to bully me?"
Without a second thought, Tang Xiaomin replied to Ye Die on Weibo with two letters: ok.
If she didn't accept this blatant challenge, what face would she have as the Queen of the Underworld? How could she ever look her subordinate ghosts in the eye?
Yan Jue watched on Weibo as Tang Xiaomin accepted the challenge, finding it both amusing and exasperating.
"Your face is too gentle, no wonder everyone wants to bully you."
Tang Xiaomin picked up a small mirror and looked at her face.
She couldn't understand.
"Is it a crime to look like this?"
She thought that after she beat up Liu Feng of F2,
No one would dare to provoke her.
Now, it seemed she was still naive.
A woman she had only met twice wanted to fight her.
She had merely smashed one of her shops, and she had already compensated her.
Sigh...
Overnight, tickets for the Grand World Combat Arena were being scalped at exorbitant prices, five thousand yuan a piece.
The arena, which could originally accommodate only a few thousand people, was packed with ten thousand today.
A majority of the spectators who enjoyed this kind of competition were those with restless, surging energy.
The atmosphere could only be described as electric.
On one side, Ye Die, barefoot, wore a white tight-fitting tank top and black shorts.
Her fiery physique, coupled with her beauty and demeanor, made her the center of attention as soon as she appeared.
Amidst a chorus of fervent cheers, Ye Die gracefully approached the edge of the ring.
With a powerful leap, she propelled herself onto the platform.
The height was easily two meters.
"Ye Die!"
"Ye Die!"
...
The synchronized, booming shouts surged like waves.
It was evident that Ye Die's name had already made a significant impact in this field.
On the other side, Tang Xiaomin and Yan Jue slowly emerged.
Yan Jue wore a black shirt, the contours of his muscles faintly visible, exuding an imposing presence.
As for Tang Xiaomin, she was draped in a red cloak, completely shrouded.
At first glance, she appeared like a weak lamb nestled beside a hunter.
Few were betting on her.
After all, her opponent was Ye Die.
Arriving at the ringside, Yan Jue led Tang Xiaomin to the VIP seats he had reserved.
Looking at Ye Die on the stage, her face set in a fierce and arrogant expression,
Yan Jue said to Tang Xiaomin, "Minmin, there are too many people here."
This was a subtle reminder for Tang Xiaomin to go easy, to not get too carried away, as it would be difficult to manage the aftermath.
This was no dark, secluded wilderness.
Tang Xiaomin replied, "Ye Die is looking at you. She seems to be interested in you."
"Oh? Is that so?"
While Yan Jue was speaking, Tang Xiaomin had already shed her red cloak.
She wore a pink striped, tight-fitting tank top and matching shorts.
At first glance, the delicate pink hue gave her a soft, vulnerable appearance.
But in the next second, her impossibly slender, fair waist revealed perfectly sculpted abs and defined abdominal muscles, astonishing everyone.