Lu He had never learned Martial Arts, while the opponent had some martial arts skills. Unable to dodge in time, she took a solid kick to the stomach, leaving a faint footprint on her light green dress. Her body was knocked against the cart behind her, her delicate back hitting the railings, making a noise, and she fell to her knees, taken by surprise.
A sharp pain shot through her belly.
Her face turned even paler.
Zhao Jun clenched his fists, biting his molars, hating his own helplessness.
There is a disparity in strength between men and women. Relying on strength alone without martial arts moves, it's hard to win.
This place was an old drying yard. In summer and autumn, when the grains ripen, some villagers would come here to dry them. In winter and spring, no one would visit.
