Ruling the Historical Romance Novel as the Female Supporting Character-Chapter 313: They Can’t Always Be So Lucky!

Qin Kaize and Xue Qianhao quickly clashed, fists and kicks slicing through the air with sharp, whistling force.

To the untrained eye, it looked like an even match. But seasoned spectators could tell right away—Qin Kaize’s blows were heavier, his speed sharper. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Every strike from Xue Qianhao that landed on Qin Kaize’s forearm felt like hitting reinforced steel. His heart sank as his attacks, no matter how fierce, were effortlessly deflected.

Chops and sweeping kicks alike were countered with precision, leaving Xue Qianhao reeling as though he’d been struck instead.

Barely twenty moves in, Qin Kaize’s hook punch connected squarely with Xue Qianhao’s jaw. The impact made his molars rattle—he was almost sure two back teeth had come loose.

Furious, Xue Qianhao abandoned finesse and restraint, channeling his frustration into lethal strikes.

The onlookers, oblivious to the escalation, erupted into chaotic shouts, their excitement masking the rising tension between the two combatants.

"Xue Qianhao, what are you doing!"

Unlike Xue Qianhao’s frantic desperation, Qin Kaize remained calm, composed, and overwhelmingly dominant.

It was almost humiliating to watch—Qin Kaize toyed with him like a predator playing with its prey. Every move Xue Qianhao made was anticipated and countered with ease, followed by a punishing strike that landed with calculated precision.

The truth was clear: no amount of technique could prevail against Qin Kaize’s sheer, overwhelming power.

Qin Kaize could have ended the fight in one decisive blow, but he chose not to. Instead, he was deliberate, methodical. Every punch, every kick seemed designed to inflict just enough pain to push Xue Qianhao to the brink without knocking him out.

This wasn’t about mercy—it was about breaking him.

Qin Kaize was intent on beating Xue Qianhao into complete submission. He wanted him to beg for it, to admit defeat, to lose every shred of dignity he had left.

Xue Qianhao understood this all too well. His bloodshot eyes burned with fury, but no amount of hatred could bridge the chasm between their abilities.

A brutal punch to his eye left him staggering, and a swift kick to his leg brought him crashing to his knees. Again and again, he fell, crawled back up, and fell once more.

His face was swollen beyond recognition, his body battered and bruised, every inch of him aching and humiliated. His mind was a fog, his movements reduced to instinctive, clumsy strikes.

All the while, a single question echoed in his head, growing louder with each blow:

Why hasn’t anyone stopped this yet?!

He couldn’t understand. Surely, someone should have intervened by now. Wasn’t it obvious he was no match?

Were they blind? Cowards? What were they waiting for?!

The answer was standing just outside the circle of spectators: Su Yijia.

With her arms crossed and an amused smile playing on her lips, she stood as an immovable barrier between the onlookers and the fight.

"Sis, Commander Xue is getting beaten to a pulp. He must know he’s wrong by now."

"If he knew he was wrong, why doesn’t he stop and admit defeat? Why doesn’t he apologize?"

"Sis, if something happens to Commander Xue, it will definitely affect the boss as well."

"My husband knows his limits. He wouldn’t cause trouble," Su Yijia said proudly, like a peacock showing off its feathers. To prove that Qin Kaize had not lost control, she even gave him a thumbs-up and cheered, "Go, darling! Make sure to take revenge for us!"

"Alright." Qin Kaize retracted his fist and took a step back. His gaze toward Su Yijia was affectionate, and his voice was gently sweet.

Just as everyone thought the fight might be winding down, Xue Qianhao took the opportunity to launch a desperate attack towards Qin Kaize’s throat.

"Xue Qianhao!"

The crowd gasped collectively, their faces draining of color as the tension in the air reached a breaking point.

Xue Qianhao’s fist collided head-on with Qin Kaize’s, and in that instant, it felt as if his entire hand shattered from the impact. A searing pain shot through his arm, leaving him momentarily paralyzed by the shock.

But even as he stumbled backward, his pride refused to let him fall without another attempt. Gritting his teeth, he lashed out in desperation, aiming a wild strike at Qin Kaize’s knee.

Qin Kaize didn’t even flinch. With precise timing, he clamped down on Xue Qianhao’s leg and executed a flawless counter.

In one fluid motion, Xue Qianhao was flipped like a piece of fish sizzling on a frying pan. The momentum slammed him onto the platform with a resounding thud.

The force of the impact sent a sharp jolt through his chest, knocking the air from his lungs. The taste of copper flooded his mouth as a thick, metallic tang of blood surged up his throat,

"You’re so stubborn, refusing to admit defeat to protect your wife. Is it worth it for such a fickle woman?" Qin Kaize pressed his hand against Xue Qianhao’s head, humiliating him by forcing his face into the ground.

"Let me go!" Xue Qianhao gritted his teeth weakly.

Qin Kaize slightly adjusted his grip, making Xue Qianhao’s face grind even more against the floor. "If you want to defend your wife, then learn to manage her properly. Next time, if you provoke me again, don’t blame me for being ruthless," Qin Kaize coldly threatened before stepping back to the edge of the platform.

"Good job, darling!" Su Yijia, like a happy little bunny, hopped over to him. Even though they couldn’t hug in front of everyone, Qin Kaize still took her by the waist and lifted her slightly. Her eyes sparkled with admiration as she looked at him.

Qin Kaize felt a surge of intense emotions and wanted to embrace her fiercely, but the crowd prevented him from doing so. He glanced back at Xue Qianhao, who was still struggling on the ground.

Taking Su Yijia’s soft hand, he said, "Let’s go home."

"You’re sweating so much; you need a good shower when we get back," Su Yijia said, standing on her toes to wipe his forehead with a handkerchief. Their voices were tender and affectionate.

Their casual, affectionate banter only amplified the stark contrast with the brutality of the fight that had just taken place. It was a scene so oddly harmonious that it disarmed those present, leaving them hesitant to interrupt.

No one dared intervene, knowing full well that the situation had escalated beyond their pay grade. The resolution would rest in the hands of higher-ups.

But everyone could predict the outcome: the blame would undoubtedly fall squarely on Xue Qianhao.

After all, Qin Kaize was no longer officially part of the team, and the fight was technically a sanctioned sparring match, not a brawl. Xue Qianhao had plenty of chances to yield but stubbornly refused to back down, leading to his humiliating downfall.

Moreover, the stark disparity in skill between the two men, despite their equivalent ranks, painted an unflattering picture of Xue Qianhao’s competence. His underhanded tactics, including that failed sneak attack, only solidified his subordinates’ disdain. If there had been any lingering respect for him as their leader, it was utterly obliterated now.

Lying defeated on the ground, his body a bruised and battered mess, Xue Qianhao was consumed by rage and shame. His face twisted into a grotesque mask of fury as the reality of his failure sunk in.

And in his mind, there was only one person to blame: Wang Futong.

That cursed woman! She had pushed him into this mess, forcing him to humiliate himself again and again. Even when she’d had the perfect opportunity to tarnish Qin Kaize’s reputation, she’d failed miserably, turning him into nothing more than a laughingstock within the team.

A dark, vengeful thought crept into Xue Qianhao’s mind. If that useless woman was only good for dragging him down, what purpose did she serve alive?

But if she were to die, she would at least need to die in a way that mattered.

His lips curled into a cold sneer, ignoring the blood trickling from his mouth. So Qin Kaize and his precious wife wanted to act untouchable? And as for Xia Weiguo, who always had Qin Kaize’s back?

Xue Qianhao’s distorted thoughts burned with malicious resolve. He’d see to it that luck wouldn’t always favor Qin Kaize.