Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Contrary to Lin Fan's anticipation, the woman twisted her waist—not too much, not too little—but just enough to dodge his attack by a centimeter or two.

His solid shoulder missed by a mere distance. No more, no less—the defense was damn efficient.

Unwilling to believe it, Lin Fan pressed on and discovered that it wasn't a coincidence—the woman dodged by a margin every single time.

His punches landed just close enough to hurt her but never did. This didn't happen just once or twice. Such precision could only be achieved by warriors who had walked the path of bloodshed.

To attain such stunning success, she had to be far more skilled than a mere grandmaster in martial arts.

Against an ordinary novice, such movements were reasonable, but against him—a fighter who had honed his skills on the battlefield—Lin Fan found her unfathomable.

So, wasn't his early advantage just because the woman had decided to play along and cooperate?

However, he could no longer continue with his previous approach because every time he tried to land a blow, he got hurt instead.

A small impact was nothing, but taking repeated hits was no good. Lin Fan's fight transformed into a battle of endurance, testing who could last longer.

Nonetheless, he was always the one suffering. He hadn't achieved the slightest success. His opponent merely twisted or moved subtly, perfectly matching his attacks.

Her movements seemed minuscule, yet they repelled his strikes every time. Realizing this, Lin Fan created distance and launched a kick at her head.

Ling Qingyu raised her elbow to defend and took a step back, while Lin Fan reassessed the situation, trying to come up with a new plan.

He was doomed to fail if he insisted on relying on his previous surprise attack.

Miscalculation—Lin Fan realized he was far inferior.

In fact, Ling Qingyu openly cheated when she recognized her disadvantage in skill, technique, and experience.

As the Art of War stated, there was nothing wrong with using one's advantages to exploit an enemy's weaknesses—nothing was fair.

Since Ling Qingyu possessed faster reaction speed and thinking ability, she applied them without any shame.

Besides, she had conserved a significant amount of physical strength. Otherwise, Lin Fan would have already been left with broken knees and limbs.

She raised an eyebrow at Lin Fan's retreat and sneered. Now that she was cheating, she might as well continue the fight.

Lin Fan was instantly embarrassed. Whenever he thought she was about to strike from a certain angle, it turned out to be a feint, and the real attack came from another direction.

Later, when he assumed a move was a feint, it struck him hard instead.

He struggled to distinguish between illusion and reality. What was false became real and vice versa—he could never judge correctly.

Every move seemed real, yet it bluffed him each time.

What the heck?! Lin Fan almost collapsed.

His opponent's level was beyond his comprehension, and cold sweat seeped down his forehead. So skilled!

Exchanging blows didn't work. He couldn't see through her. Now, his only option was to exploit the fact that women were generally weaker than men in terms of raw strength.

So, he considered closing in and wrestling her down, using his physical advantage. Like it or not, in a physical fight with equal skill, a woman would inevitably lose if she relied on sheer strength.

A woman's advantage—or rather, her smaller build—was flexibility. Dodging and wearing down the opponent was the optimal strategy. In contrast, endurance against direct strikes would never match that of a muscular body. Your next read is at My Virtual Library Empire

Nonetheless, if both wielded cold weapons, luck would play a significant role in determining victory. Strength mattered, but not as much as luck and skill.

When armor and heavier weight came into play, men had the advantage again. Yet in formation battles, the dynamic changed entirely.

All in all, this was common sense in combat and the reason weight classes existed. Of course, same skills estimation were never accurate but relevant enough for comparison.

In real life, where could two people with similar skills be found. Luck, energy and other variables played a greater role.

But Lin Fan didn't realize that common sense never applied to Ling Qingyu and her group. His plan had already failed before it even started.

Lin Fan attempted jabs and testing moves to disrupt Ling Qingyu's guard, looking for an opening to tackle her once the opportunity arose.

Back and forth, Ling Qingyu happily played along—until she got bored. Deciding to end the fight, she deliberately displayed an opening.

Lin Fan immediately seized it, even though he knew it was a trap, confident that his raw strength would overwhelm hers.

Unfortunately, fate played a cruel joke—Lin Fan was sent flying. Then, the pained screams of a dying pig filled the air.

Ling Qingyu had beaten him black and blue.

Lan Xi lost her composure and panicked, preparing to call for help, but Ling Qingyu's piercing stare froze her in place.

After a while, Ling Qingyu sighed heavily as she cracked her joints.

Lin Fan, in contrast, lay on the ground in embarrassment, still unable to recover from the shock.

This can't be real… He had been beaten by a woman.

If his former colleagues ever found out about this, they would never let him live it down.

His title of Pluto or Hades—whatever—might just turn into a joke.

"Oh, right. Don't bother calling your friends here. If you do, prepare to be watched," Ling Qingyu warned. "Outside Province N, we wouldn't care. Alas, thanks for relaxing my muscles."

"How could you defeat me so easily?"

"Skills, of course. What do you expect?" Ling Qingyu rolled her eyes.

Lin Fan gave a blank look. Who would believe her words? Yeah, her expertise was indeed above his, but…

"Does every Spirit Fox possess skills like yours?"

"Hmm." Ling Qingyu tapped her chin, thinking about her subordinates. In terms of physique, they were inferior, but not by much. Their reaction speed should surpass Lin Fan's.

Maybe they couldn't defeat him outright like she did due to the lack of speed, but suppressing him wouldn't be a problem. So, she nodded. "Yeah, every girl can fight like me."

"Impossible!" Lin Fan blurted out. Who was this woman trying to deceive? If every operator possessed similar traits, his title and pride meant nothing.

"What's impossible? As long as you get beaten regularly every day and your devil instructor abuses you for hours, everyone will be like me." Ling Qingyu lied without blinking—secrets of martial arts shouldn't be spread, after all.

Lin Fan knew the woman was being noncommittal but didn't mind—everyone had their own secrets.

On the other hand, Lan Xi had yet to recover from witnessing her male god being utterly crushed in despair.

She felt like the invincible aura surrounding her lover had collapsed. Strangely, her admiration and love didn't decrease but increased instead.

In this way, Lin Fan seemed more like a person with weaknesses rather than a superior figure with unshakable sharpness.

If Ling Qingyu knew Lan Xi's love and care had deepened, she would have coughed up blood in disgust. She was accomplishing Miss System's task in the exact opposite direction.

When she saw Lan Xi hurrying over to check on Lin Fan with distress, Ling Qingyu clicked her tongue.

"By the way, I feel like I've heard your voice somewhere before," Lin Fan suddenly said after standing up with Lan Xi's help.

Ling Qingyu felt a lump in her throat. Indeed, the two had conversed and argued about their contract. If not for the current situation, Lin Fan might have picked up on his suspicion.

On the outside, however, Ling Qingyu simply snickered. "Oh, I know you're a philanthropist, but you don't need to flirt with me. Such a lame and old-fashioned excuse."

"You—!" Lin Fan stammered, both helpless and angry. He dared to flirt openly, but he would never use such a low-level excuse, okay?!

He controlled his irritation as he noticed the way Lan Xi was looking at him. Please, I'm not so masochistic that I'd fall for a woman who just beat me black and blue.

Well, he did like the idea of conquering and taming a wild queen, but only if he was victorious. Right now, the pain and soreness wouldn't even let him think about it.

"Alright, I've said what I needed to. I'll be leaving." Ling Qingyu clapped her hands in satisfaction and decided to evacuate quickly. If her cover was blown, it wouldn't be good.

With that, Ling Qingyu hopped out of the window under the astonished gazes of Lin Fan and Lan Xi.

Wait a minute—did this woman just drop down from the third floor?!

Lin Fan and Lan Xi dashed toward the window, only to spot a figure waving her hand with her back toward them.

"This woman…" Lin Fan shook his head and exchanged glances with the boss lady. "What do we do next? Are you going to listen to her? You know we can put up a fight if you want to stay here."

"No." Lan Xi refused her man's offer. She knew that with Lin Fan's background, his help would make things much easier, but she didn't want to be a mere decoration.

When Ling Qingyu defeated Lin Fan, she realized that she, too, could grow stronger and become useful.

"I'll ask for your help when I truly can't handle it, but let me train and improve myself first. Can you wait for me, my love?" Lan Xi caressed the man's cheek gently and kissed the sore spots on his injured face.