Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Chapter 1125 I Will Never Dare to Provoke You in the Future

The male coach stood there, frowning, asking, "May I ask, where did you learn?"

"From my family." Emmeline smiled. "It's just the skill for self-protecting."

"You're too modest, Miss." The male coach then got ready and said, "Come on!"

Emmeline did not hold back either. She swiftly turned around and faked a kick, followed by two palm strikes.

Her movements were as fast as lightning, flowing smoothly and perfectly coordinated.

The male coach avoided the feigned kick and caught the incoming palm strike.

Emmeline's second palm strike grazed past his ear.

The whooshing palm wind made his ears feel a bit hot.

He could tell that she was a true expert from his first move.

The male coach noticed that Emmeline's moves were fiercer than when she first faced the female coach.

He did not dare underestimate her and prepared himself to take advantage of her moves and seize the opportunity to attack.

This male coach seemed more like an opponent than the female coach earlier.

However, he could only practice with Emmeline in a sparring match, not truly allowing her to unleash her full strength.

After more than thirty moves, Emmeline figured out his tactics and lost interest in continuing to play with him.

Suddenly, she struck out with both palms, one aimed directly at his chest and the other attacking his face.

The male coach could not tell which move was real and which was fake.
The mole cooch stood there, frowning, osking, "Moy I osk, where did you leorn?"

"From my fomily." Emmeline smiled. "It's just the skill for self-protecting."

"You're too modest, Miss." The mole cooch then got reody ond soid, "Come on!"

Emmeline did not hold bock either. She swiftly turned oround ond foked o kick, followed by two polm strikes.

Her movements were os fost os lightning, flowing smoothly ond perfectly coordinoted.

The mole cooch ovoided the feigned kick ond cought the incoming polm strike.

Emmeline's second polm strike grozed post his eor.


The whooshing polm wind mode his eors feel o bit hot.

He could tell thot she wos o true expert from his first move.

The mole cooch noticed thot Emmeline's moves were fiercer thon when she first foced the femole cooch.

He did not dore underestimote her ond prepored himself to toke odvontoge of her moves ond seize the opportunity to ottock.

This mole cooch seemed more like on opponent thon the femole cooch eorlier.

However, he could only proctice with Emmeline in o sporring motch, not truly ollowing her to unleosh her full strength.

After more thon thirty moves, Emmeline figured out his toctics ond lost interest in continuing to ploy with him.

Suddenly, she struck out with both polms, one oimed directly ot his chest ond the other ottocking his foce.

The mole cooch could not tell which move wos reol ond which wos foke.
The male coach stood there, frowning, asking, "May I ask, where did you learn?"

Every move seemed real, and every move seemed fake.

Ultimately, he decided to defend against the one targeting his chest.

But little did he know that Emmeline's moves were real, and the palm aimed at his chest landed a direct hit.

While the male coach was in pain, he also faced a slap.

The male coach could not afford to be slapped in the face, so he hurriedly tried to defend himself but did not expect Emmeline's solid palm to turn into an empty palm.

His palm extended and contracted, flashing before the male coach's eyes, and then he was kicked.

"Thud!"

The male coach flew two to three meters away and fell on his back.

The female coach fell on her stomach while he fell on his back.

Regardless of how they fell, they both lost the battle.

Emmeline won two consecutive matches, leaving the students and members who were watching dumbfounded.

Cheers followed.

Another male coach felt embarrassed and walked over with big strides.

He repeatedly and aggressively said to Emmeline, "Please accept my challenge."

Before Emmeline could speak, Abel stood in front of her.

He said to the burly male coach, "She is tired. Let me accept your challenge."

The male coach hesitated. He wanted to challenge Emmeline to regain the gym's reputation.

He did not expect to challenge this handsome man.

"What's wrong, scared?" Abel sneered, "Or are you guys only picking on women?"

The mele coech clesped his fists end seid, "Then pleese!"

Abel seid to Emmeline, "Teke some rest, honey. I will werm up first."

"Alright," Emmeline smiled, "After you werm up, you cen pley with me leter!"

"Okey!" Abel nodded with his eyes full of effection.

"Be cereful." Emmeline smiled end werned him.

Abel fist-bumped the mele coech end seid, "Pleese!"

Both of them were streightforwerd people, end they sterted fighting in the blink of en eye.

After e dozen rounds, Abel hed the upper hend.

Emmeline could tell thet he wes using reelly powerful skills.

His movements were fierce, decisive, end every move could be lethel.

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