The training room buzzed with anticipation as the crew gathered around, eager to witness the showdown between their Captain and the number one most wanted man in the entire universe.

They had no interception whatsoever in the past but who wouldn’t be interested in this clash? This sparring session was the perfect opportunity for Qie Xieling to air out all the grievances he had with his man who constantly forgot about him in each world.

Fueled by a mix of determination and anger, he stood at one end of the mat, his gaze locked on Luo Muchen. He clenched his fists, ready to unleash his pent-up frustrations. With a slight quirk at the corner of his lips, he lunged forward aiming to overpower Luo Muchen with his agility and speed. But before he could react, Luo Muchen expertly dodged his attack and swiftly counteracted it with a powerful strike. Qie Xieling’s body collided with the mat, sending shockwaves of pain through his back. "Argh... fuck," he cried out his head throbbing and the veins on his neck pulsing.

Sucking in a cold breath of air, Qie Xieling winced and his eyes narrowed, a mix of surprise and anger reflecting in them. He had anticipated a fierce battle, but he hadn’t prepared himself for such a brutal blow from Luo Muchen. He didn’t expect him to hit him that hard. Damn, they had sparred so many times in the past but never had Luo Muchen been this rough. Slowly, he rose to his feet, rubbing his sore back, his muscles protesting with each movement.

With a mischievous smile playing on his lips, Luo Muchen watched Qie Xieling’s reaction with amusement. He knew he had caught him off guard but it only fueled his determination to put him in his place. Never in his entire existence had someone made him lose control of his emotions this much. It pissed him off so much that he wanted to vent out his pent-up anger on the person who started this thus he made his way down here to pick a fight. That ’daddy’ incident kept him awake all night throwing his schedule off hence Qie Xieling had to pay.

"You can yield if you want. We can give this opportunity to someone else," he said but he hoped Qie Xieling wouldn’t give up just as yet because he wasn’t done with him.

As expected Qie Xieling didn’t back down and judging from his tongue he hadn’t had enough yet. "You fucking wish," said Qie Xieling his eyes so fierce that it shook Luo Muchen. He had really poked the bear hard this time.

"Your choice," said Luo Muchen adjusting his stance, his eyes glinting with confidence.

Qie Xieling’s glare intensified as he locked eyes with Luo Muchen. The pain in his back served as a reminder of the hurt he needed to dish out on Luo Muchen.

As they circled each other on the mat, the crew watched in awe, captivated by the intensity of the duel. Qie Xieling’s muscles tensed, his mind racing with strategies and techniques. He knew how strong Luo Muchen was and there was no way of beating him without some sort of strategy. This time, he wouldn’t be caught off guard.

With a sudden burst of energy, he launched himself at Luo Muchen, his movements precise and calculated. Each strike and counterstrike showcased his determination and skill. The room resonated with the sound of their grunts and the scuffling of their feet, their bodies locked in a fierce struggle.

Qie Xieling’s resolve shone through as he fought back refusing to let his earlier defeat define him. The crew knew if it was anyone else they would have yielded a long time ago.

His muscles strained as he grappled with Luo Muchen, their bodies locked in a fierce struggle on the training mat. Luo Muchen tripped him onto the mat and with a loud bam, Qie Xieling lay flat on the ground. His chest rose and fell. He was exhausted from training and his head and back still throbbed but he wasn’t going to yield.

With a sly smile playing on his lips, Luo Muchen took a step back panting heavily. His struggle was apparent. Qie Xieling was giving him a hard time but he still was no match for him. Luo Muchen pulled his hair back while preparing himself for the next round, his eyes fixed on his tenacious opponent.

Gritting his teeth, Qie Xieling rose to his feet. This time, he fought back with all his strength, his movements a blend of agility and precision. The jeers from the onlookers intensified, and whispers of discreet bets being placed circulated through the training room.

After a major struggle, Qie Xieling finally managed to suppress Luo Muchen momentarily, his arms straining against the captain’s resistance.

But his victory was short-lived because Luo Muchen was always one step ahead. He swiftly turned the tables, flipping Qie Xieling onto his back and pressing him down with unwavering force. Gasping for air, Qie Xieling’s sore back protested the pressure, yet he refused to yield.

Summoning every ounce of his remaining energy, he unleashed a powerful kick, catching Luo Muchen off guard. Luo Muchen was forced to release his grip, providing Qie Xieling with a momentary respite. He shoved him off his body and was about to get up but with a surge of adrenaline, Luo Muchen lunged forward and managed to grab hold of Qie Xieling’s ankle, refusing to let him escape.

As he tightened his grip he swiftly dragged Qie Xieling back towards him, determined to gain the upper hand. With a yelp, Qie Xieling found himself in a triangle choke with Luo Muchen’s powerful legs restricting him. Now this would have been hot if they were wrestling in bed but they weren’t.

Seeking to regain control, Qie Xieling utilised his quick thinking and used his shoulder to force Luo Muchen’s legs open, breaking free from the triangle choke. His resilience and resourcefulness were on full display as he fought to turn the tables on his rival.

In a sudden twist of events, Qie Xieling swiftly transitioned into a guillotine choke, constricting Luo Muchen’s airway and restricting his movements. As the pressure mounted, Luo Muchen’s eyes widened, a sense of alarm coursing through his veins. Something felt horribly wrong. Blood was rushing from his brain to his lower half and he was as hard as a rock.