Ultimate Rich Son-in-law

Seeing that Mu Yunbing was kicked by Wang Yong, Lin Mohan, who was standing at the side, couldn't help but shout.    

"If you don't want your president to lose, you'd better shut up."    

Ning Lo glared at her coldly and stopped her with a sentence.    

If it was anyone else, perhaps Lin Mohan would have retorted. However, the moment she saw Ning Lo, she instantly lost her temper.    

"Senior Mu, you won't win if you keep dodging. You've already lost a round. If you can't win me, you will end up as our boss's woman."    

Wang Yong let out a sigh of relief after succeeding with his first attack. A smile appeared on his face.    

In the eyes of others, he had cleanly struck Mu Yunbing just now, but only he himself knew how much stamina he had expended just now.    

Mu Yunbing was like a slippery eel as she tried to push him off her feet with a few of her side kicks, but to no avail.    

If Mu Yunbing hadn't retreated to a difficult position, the attack probably wouldn't have succeeded.    

"It's better for you to mind your own business. This might be the last time you attack me."    

Mu Yunbing's face remained as calm as ever. She didn't lose her composure just because she was kicked.    

"Is that so? "Then I'm afraid senior Mu is going to be disappointed. For me, Wang Yong, to be treated as a secret weapon by boss, it's not just a series of kicks."    

Wang Yong sneered, but he didn't slow down his steps.    

With another shout, he soared into the air and flew towards Mu Yunbing with a powerful kick to his knee.    

Its speed was incredibly fast and it did not give Mu Yunbing any chance to dodge.    

Seeing this scene, many students of State Arts Club closed their eyes.    

This was not the first time Wang Yong used this move in Jiangcheng University, so from the first time it was used, he had not seen anyone who could take it head on.    

If a boy couldn't do it, then the girl was afraid that he definitely couldn't.    

Although Mu Yunbing's martial arts were not weak, she would definitely be at a disadvantage if she went head to head against him.    

At the side, Duanmu Chu saw Wang Yong's sudden move and his face turned slightly cold.    

Although she hated Mu Yunbing to the bones, she was still the woman she wanted after all. If Wang Yong were to behave appropriately, he might get hurt.    

"Good job."    

Mu Yunbing scolded lightly, her pretty face showing no signs of panic.    

At the moment when Wang Yong's knees were about to fall, his palms suddenly landed on Wang Yong's knees. With a sliding step and a 180 degree rotation, he forcefully moved several meters away.    

"Wow, good …"    

"President, you're so awesome. You've even dodged this …"    

"I knew that president would definitely be able to catch it."    

Mu Yunbing dodged her opponent's attack. First, there was silence in the arena, followed by a tsunami of cheers and cheers.    

It was as if Mu Yunbing had already won.    

"Senior Mu, you have some skills. This move of mine, in Jiangcheng University, can't even withstand one hand. You are one of them."    

"Is that so? "Then I'll have to say how fortunate I am."    

Mu Yunbing's face was cold and grim. She did not seem to be able to dodge the attack at all.    

On the contrary, he was cold to Wang Yong.    

Putting aside her opponent's strength, just the latter method of diverting others' attention to her sudden attack was enough to make her dislike it.    

This is not the kind of behavior a gentleman should have.    

However, thinking that the latter was Duanmu Chu's man, she felt relieved.    

Seeing the ugly expression on Mu Yunbing's face, Wang Yong knew that if he were to continue talking, he would only invite ridicule on himself. He then looked at his boss Duanmu Chu, who was standing beside him, and did not dare to say anything more.    

He rushed forward again.    

And then, for more than 10 minutes …    

Wang Yong and Mu Yunbing fed each other some moves, and after dozens of rounds, there was still no difference between the two.    

However, Wang Yong was already exhausted due to Mu Yunbing's delay.    

The latter was always on the offensive while Mu Yunbing accepted Ning Lo's suggestion to always stay on the defensive. She used the Nine Palace Eight Trigrams Steps to deal with the ever-changing situation.    

Although it seemed like every move was fraught with danger, in reality, it didn't require too much effort.    

"Boss, Mu Yunbing is exhausting Wang Yong's strength. If this goes on, Wang Yong might not be able to last any longer."    

Hu Peng, who was beside Duanmu Chu, noticed something and leaned over to whisper.    

"Yes, I can see that too. This Mu Yunbing is really tough to deal with. Even a grasshopper at the end of autumn still wants to struggle at death's door."    

Duanmu Chu, who was originally sitting on the stool, stood up with a cold snort.    

The moment he did so, Wang Yong's expression turned slightly cold.    

He knew that this was a sign of his boss's anger. He was not satisfied with him being unable to attack for a long time, so he had to respond.    

"I don't care!"    

Gritting his teeth, Wang Yong immediately shouted and dashed towards Mu Yunbing. He wanted to accumulate a wave of his strongest power to deal with Mu Yunbing head on.    

Wang Yong's feet stomped on the ground. His body was like a rocket as he charged towards Mu Yunbing. As he got closer, he followed up with a series of side kicks that rained down on Mu Yunbing.    

Mu Yunbing, on the other hand, put up her arms in defense.    

After failing to attack in one move, Wang Yong was a little anxious, so he immediately changed his attack and attacked again.    

He was still unable to attack, so he switched positions again. In the end, Wang Yong once again forced Mu Yunbing into a corner.    

"Sorry, Senior Mu. Whirlwind Kick."    

Wang Yong roared. He saw that he had seized the best opportunity, but he did not wait any longer.    

He sprung up and spun in the air, aiming his foot straight at the back of Mu Yunbing's head.    

If it hit, even if Mu Yunbing could withstand it, she would at least have a concussion.    

However, Wang Yong couldn't care less at this moment.    

He knew that his boss was unhappy, and that he had to give an explanation.    

"Fall down."    

Wang Yong roared angrily as a hint of malevolence and relief appeared in his eyes.    

"I'm afraid you're too early to be happy."    

Almost at the same time, Mu Yunbing's light snort sounded. Everyone saw Mu Yunbing lower her head slightly and dodge Wang Yong's thunderous attack. Then, she swiftly attacked with her arm.    

He directly grabbed Wang Yong's right leg and pushed his body upwards. In an instant, Wang Yong lost his center of gravity and was grabbed in the air by Mu Yunbing.    

Suddenly, Wang Yong's face changed. He wanted to change his move, but he realized that there was no way to stop it.    

Before he could fully think of a way to solve his predicament, he had already flown out.    

Mu Yunbing actually threw him out.    

"Plop!"    

Five meters away, Wang Yong's body landed heavily on the ground. In a split-second, dust was sent flying everywhere.    

It was completely silent in the National Art Library.    

No one expected that the ace attack that Wang Yong had been concealing for a long time would be broken so easily by Mu Yunbing.    

Everyone was stunned on the spot, unable to react.    

On the ground, Wang Yong's face was flushed red with shame. However, with endless humiliation, he roared and charged towards Mu Yunbing once again.    

However, the next moment, Wang Yong seemed to have been bewitched. Every attack he made was seen through by Mu Yunbing.    

He was thrown out again and again, falling to the ground time after time.    

In the end, one of his arms was dislocated, and he landed on the ground, gasping for breath. He was drenched in sweat, but it was difficult for him to launch an attack.