Chapter 1567


    Sesame Cookie found himself incredulous at the sudden turn of events.


    You’re asking me, a proper and upright man, to fight a defenseless little girl. Even if you don’t think


    that’s vile and shameful, I sure think it’s embarrassing. I’m from a righteous sect too! One of the Great


    Four Martial Arts Houses at that!


    Sesame Cookie asked carefully. “About that, Mr. Williams, you’re not kidding me... right?”


    “Obviously.” Zeke rolled his eyes skyward. “Just do it.”


    “Alright.” Sesame Cookie faced Missy helplessly. “Sorry about that, kid. I didn’t have anything to do with


    it—your dad just asked me to beat you up. I’ll buy candy for youter, okay?”


    Missy just hummed delightedly. “Do advise meter, Uncle...”


    Before she could even finish speaking, Sesame Cookie struck, sweeping a low kick in her direction.


    Striking before even offering the mutual greeting was considered a sneak attack. Despite that, Missy


    still reacted quickly enough.


    As soon as Sesame Cookie’s leg twitched, Missy had already anticipated the attack he was going to


    make. She jumped up, just in time. Her leap was not high by any means, but it was enough for her to


    safely avoid the kick.


    Both Zeke and Mr. Collins gaped in shock at Missy’s surprisingly urate prediction. The ability to


    observe and predict was one that any true martial arts warrior had to possess. With that in hand, they


    could easily anticipate the attacks that an opponent wouldunch and counter them effectively. The girl


    was truly a born martial artist.


    Sesame Cookie flushed a deep shade of red. He was a properly trained warrior, and yet this... this little


    girl had dodged his attack easily. It was embarrassing.


    He stooped, holding his arms out to grab Missy. Dodging, Missy struck again, flinging her arm across


    his face in a perfect backhand.


    The p rang through the air loudly. Missy’s palm impacted across Sesame Cookie’s cheek firmly, and


    she quickly scrambled away beneath his legs.


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    Sesame Cookie was left lunging at thin air with a p for all his troubles. Upon being humiliated and


    ashamed, he now felt really angry. His face contorted in fury as it turned purple before turning ashen


    grey.


    It was embarrassing.


    In fact, it was the height of embarrassment!


    Sesame Cookie fumed. I did not live thirty years just to get defeated by a little girl and pped soundly.


    There’s no way I can live like this—none at all!


    Anger ring into new heights, he whirled to charge at Missy again. “Come on, little girl...”


    “Stop.” Zeke’s voice was cool. Sesame Cookie deted abruptly upon seeing Zeke hold Missy in his


    arms with such adoring affection.


    At this moment, Zeke was truly over the moon. His beloved daughter had given him such an


    unexpected but wee surprise. She had only really exhibited two moves in the spar just now, but


    those two moves—one defensive and one offensive—were perfectly invulnerable. Just those two


    moves were enough to disy her stunning talent for the martial arts.


    Hoisting Missy in his arms more securely as she giggled, Zeke told Sesame Cookie. “Alright, you can


    get lost now. I’ll spare you for today. But I expect to see the leaders of the Four Great Martial Houses at


    the Martial Artist National Examination in two days.”


    Still nursing his bruised ego, Sesame Cookie nodded hurriedly. “Yes, yes. Of course.”


    He shot a re at Missy. Giggling, the girl pulled out a lollipop from her pocket, trying very hard to pass


    it to him with her small hands.


    “Don’t cry, uncle. Here, have this lollipop,” She said, a smile lighting up her face again.


    Sesame Cookie took the proffered candy silently before slinking away.


    Damn it...


    He really was going to cry soon.


    “Great Marshal,” Mr. Collins said, clearing his throat once Sesame Cookie had left. “If you don’t have


    any objections, I’d like to initiate the ritual of apprenticeship immediately. The earlier Missy can start her


    training, the more she can be shaped to reach her full potential.”


    Suddenly looking nervous, Zeke wrinkled his nose. “Well, there is one problem. I don’t know if Lacey


    will agree to let Missy be trained. Let me go meet her first and gauge her reaction.”


    So, the three of them quickly made their way back to Zeke’s home. Mr. Collins waited downstairs


    without any objection while Zeke carried Missy and entered their room lightly.


    At that moment, Lacey was busy at work in the kitchen. Although her long work hours at thepany


    left her tired more often than not, the thought of being able to enjoy dinner with her little family was


    enough to sustain her.


    Upon seeing that Lacey was in a good enough mood, Zeke walked up to her and said hesitantly,


    “Lacey, I’d like to discuss something with you.


    “Tell me about it,” Lacey admonished, looking at her husband curiously. “Come on, you don’t have to be


    so secretive about it.”