Stripped and Spanked Bare! (Xiao Qiao vs. Panda)

Yumei had landed the first blow. As important as that was, she recognized that it was only the first of hundreds that the two girls would combine to land on each other through the course of this martial artists' duel. She smiled at Xiao, both gently teasing over this early victory, but also encouraging the girl who had been her fan to fight harder and start landing blows of her own.

It didn't take long. Xiao threw another palm strike at Yumei's bare chest, and Yumei brought an arm up again to block it. For an instant, she silently chided her foe for her predictability—then, the next instant, she realized that it must be a feint. She moved her blocking arm up to protect her face, and began to move the other arm down to protect her midsection, but she didn't move fast enough to stop that knee from digging into her tummy. Her eyes widened as her body folded slightly over the bony joint.

"Guh!" Yumei gasped, feeling it dig in deeper for a second, before she would take a slightly shaky step back to free herself and put some distance between them. After a deep breath, the smile was back on her face, and she would begin to circle again. "Nice shot," she said, before firing off a palm strike aimed at the center of Xiao's forehead—but it was only meant to be a distraction as she fired as quick a punch as she could at the girl's chin!

Yumei felt the satisfying sensation of her knuckles digging into warm, bare flesh, though the chin was far from the most satisfying landing spot for such a blow, with so little flesh and so much bone just beneath it. Still, it was the sort of blow which could be devastating to a weaker girl. Even veterans had trouble taking it without being staggered.

And so, when Xiao hardly flinched, moving back only a couple of steps and continuing to circle, Yumei could not help but raise her eyebrows slightly in surprise. The corners of her mouth tugged upwards, and she gave a small nod of acknowledgment. Xiao was a tough opponent, an equal who was going to be very difficult indeed to put down. Even if she was a fan, this was no asymmetric matchup, and Yumei had to be constantly on her guard and constantly seeking new avenues of attack.

Xiao swung a leg at her, arcing it towards Yumei's midsection. The white-haired girl brought her knee up to deflect the kick wide, feeling the sting of its power as it slapped off of her shin. "Khh..." She let the force of the kick push her back a step, but she was going to turn that into offense. She brought her guarding leg down pivoted, then twisted her upper body into a spin. Her lower body followed a second later, as she brought a foot around for a reverse hook kick aimed at Xiao's cheek!

In the world of martial arts such as Yumei and Xiao practiced, even a single blow could decide the match, and right now it seemed as though Yumei's kick, landing full force on her admirer's skull, might have done just that. The girl went sprawling backward into the ropes, body stretched across them, every inch of flesh and the sleek red fabric of her panties on prominent display.

Yumei let her eyes take in the sight of her struggling opponent. She did not move in to attack her again. Doing so while she was propped up against the ropes, reeling from that heavy blow, would be unsportsmanlike. Instead, Yumei widened her stance, legs spread to shoulder-width apart, one fist pressed against the palm of the other hand. It was a stance of power, but it was also a stance of rest, until her opponent could get her feet underneath her again.

Unless she wanted to submit now. "Do you yield, Xiao?" she asked.