Hubby's Deep Love Will Never Change-Chapter 1085 The Other Shore Flower Heather (109)

No fancy, flashy techniques—only speed so fast it was invisible to the naked eye, and punches and kicks that landed with shocking force. Every move took down an enemy, every kick aimed to kill. In less than ten seconds, everyone was on the ground.

From beginning to end, the director, Master Zhang, and the surrounding crew members all stood with their mouths wide open, unable to close them.

One word summed up their feelings: Shit...

The director finally managed to close his mouth, painfully aware of how close he’d come to disaster. The way he treated Heather a few days ago... It was truly a mercy he hadn’t died at her hands...

At this moment, everyone finally understood the meaning behind Heather’s words to Qu Leqi: "Qu Leqi, you’ll die." It wasn’t a threat, nor an exaggeration—she could really kill her!

"Did... did anyone... get it on film?!"

"N-no, no, director... We h-hadn’t started yet..." Most people had lost the ability to speak coherently.

What kind of scene had they just witnessed?!

Was Heather even human?! This woman was terrifying!

Qu Leqi had angered her so many times and hadn’t been killed—that had to be true love!

The fight just now wasn’t a matter of pulling punches—Heather had been serious. But to be precise, she had still held back. They’d feel the pain, but their internal organs weren’t harmed. If she had gone all out, they wouldn’t even know how many times they’d have died already.

The title of Night Hawk Flag’s number one general was clearly no joke.

Since childhood, their training had focused on killing targets in the shortest time possible—not showing off with flashy moves meant to intimidate.

One was a seasoned warrior with countless real combat experiences, who had fought against wolves and tigers. The other was simply a martial arts enthusiast practicing forms, with combat experience limited to sparring. The result was self-evident.

The five men lay on the ground groaning in pain, but for them, the physical agony paled in comparison to the mental humiliation.

They were the five best fighters from their martial arts school, yet they couldn’t last even ten seconds against a single woman.

After dominating the entire fight, Heather finally shed her fierce aura. It was as though everyone around her could feel the killing intent vanish. She walked over to the senior brother, extending a friendly hand. "If you can handle losing, then stand up."

Did he have any dignity left?

Probably not—it was all gone. He didn’t even want to look at her. But with her hand already extended, refusing to shake it now would be truly disgraceful.

Grasping Heather’s hand, he endured the pain to stand but refused to meet her gaze.

Heather said, "The words I said earlier were just meant to provoke you. I don’t take any pleasure in insulting people, nor was that my goal. But please, take it to heart and treat it as a wake-up call."

Looking back now on their earlier arrogant words, all they could feel was even greater shame.

"My only intention today was to teach you one thing: There’s no such thing as the ultimate pinnacle in martial arts. You may think you’re great, but there are countless people in this world who are better than you. There’s always a higher mountain. And there are many out there who are far stronger than even me, scattered across the corners of this world."

Their focus shifted to one single thought: Holy shit. There are people even stronger than her? That’s not terrifying—that’s downright supernatural!

Heather had given them a free lesson today.

"A-auntie..." The director’s perception of Heather ascended to an entirely different level. "Wh-who taught you...?"

So all the skills she’d shown them before were just the tip of the iceberg!