Drunken Fist vs. Beautiful Legs

Eleven "

"Damn, that speed is incredible!"

Both Ye Yi and Jura were extremely anxious when they saw Eleven being led away. Although they couldn't even find the enemy's backside, they still took off to give chase.

However, at that moment, several scythe-like wind blades descended from the sky, slashing down on the ground in front of them and blocking their advance.

"Oh ho ho ho, enjoy my beauty!"

With a loud laugh, a beautiful woman with wheat-colored skin and rabbit ears descended from the sky. What was most eye-catching were her exaggeratedly long legs, which danced as she fell, kicking out sharp wind blades.

Jura and the others jumped back to avoid the wind blades, but Bacchus stood there and gulped down a mouthful of wine. His face flushed, he looked up at the long legs falling down and let out a hiccup.

"Hehe, a nice woman has appeared," Bacchus grinned, a drunken smile spreading across his face.

"Drunken Pigua Palm"

Bacchus neither dodged nor evaded; with one hand holding the wine jug, he slapped upwards with the other. His long leg, capable of shattering the air, was cleverly deflected by this slap and landed directly in empty space.

At the same time, two thick pillars of fire shot out from directly behind them, instantly turning flowers, grass, and trees into ashes wherever the flames passed.

"It's time to work, Francois, Catherine."

Between the two flames, a muscular man covered in bumps and lumps of flesh was holding two small, cute plush toys, striking a bodybuilding pose. The scene was utterly disgusting.

"Airspace Zetsu"

Aria, who was standing at the back of the group, reacted quickly this time. He instantly opened a transparent air barrier, and the two fiercely burning pillars of fire were deflected the moment they hit the barrier, without causing any damage.

Jura and Ichiya were about to turn around to help when they heard Bacchus's voice. "Hey, Jura, just protect our quest items. If you two want to help, go check on that brat. I don't need you to worry about me."

Jura was taken aback by what he heard. He glanced at Aria again and found that Aria didn't seem to want his help either. He then made up his mind and turned to run in the direction where Eleven had disappeared.

The top S-rank mages in a guild are all proud and would not want help from others unless absolutely necessary. Instead of going out and causing trouble for others in a thankless way, Jura would be more at ease taking care of young people like Eleven.

After standing there for a while, looking around, he finally followed Jura like a puppy, feeling that this side seemed safer and more relaxed.

"Gentlemen, please be careful!" One night, he said goodbye to Bacchus and Aria in a dashing manner.

"Oh, I'll be very careful," Bacchus said with a wicked smile as his hand traced a smooth thigh.

The long-legged beauty opposite seemed completely unconcerned about Bacchus taking advantage of her; on the contrary, she looked quite smug, swinging her long legs and showing off.

"Look at that beautiful kicking technique, wow!"

Two plump, long legs lashed out at Bacchus like whips, each strike seemingly possessing the power to split mountains and shatter rocks. Coupled with the sturdy Star Aluminium leg guards strapped to his calves, if a normal person were to be hit by those legs, they would either die or be seriously injured.

However, Bacchus did not back down at all; he had never been afraid of anyone in close combat.

Although Bacchus is an S-class mage, he doesn't actually know any powerful magic. The only magic he can use is simply infusing magic into his hand, a simple spell to strengthen his palm.

However, it was with this seemingly useless magic that Bacchus managed to reach the S-rank level. His true strength lay not in magic, but in his superb martial arts skills.

He unleashed a set of Drunken Palm techniques with great force and speed. Although he appeared to be staggering, each move was powerful and heavy. He clashed with the opponent's gorgeous kicking skills, yet he did not lose a single move.

The long-legged beauty on the other side was also becoming more and more alarmed as the fight went on. As one of the Three Stars of the Kingdom of Stella, "Beautiful Legs Swan" had never encountered anyone who could withstand so many of her kicks with just their bare body.

"Wow!"

His long legs swept through the air like a whirlwind, kicking out an extremely long wind blade, but it was broken by a palm strike from Bacchus. Pacas then closed in and struck Swan's abdomen with another palm strike.

Swan raised her thigh and kicked Bacchus's hand, then used several backflips to create distance, her supple body as agile as a rabbit.

"Hey, he's a pretty good guy."

Swan raised one of his long legs high into a split, licked his sexy lips, and then stomped his foot hard on the ground.

Swan's kick sent ripples through the ground, causing it to shake violently. Bacchus, standing not far away, also swayed, as if he might lose his balance and fall at any moment.

Swan naturally wouldn't let this opportunity pass. With a shout, she leaped into the air and kicked at Bacchus like a shooting star.

As he swayed, Bacchus's eyes gleamed. Even in his unsteady swaying, he managed to sip some wine. Then, with a swift and agile arm, he reached out and climbed up the long, rock-crushing leg, grabbing the man's thigh.

Then, using his waist to generate power, Bacchus spun around while carrying Swan's leg, effortlessly neutralizing the force of that devastating kick.

The power of martial arts is terrifying.

With a step forward, Bacchus controlled one of Swan's legs, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and once again forced her into a split position. The two were pressed extremely close, face to face, eye to eye, a distance that rendered Swan's long legs completely useless.

Stroking the thigh in his arms, Bacchus chuckled lewdly, drunkenly. "Heh, you can't beat me. It would be a shame if you died. How about considering becoming my woman?"

Swan didn't struggle; instead, she straightened her thighs. She was extremely confident in her beautiful legs, even to the point of narcissism. Bacchus was just another male seduced by her beautiful legs; there was nothing to be angry about.

However, becoming Bacchus's woman was impossible. But if Bacchus wanted to be her servant, she might consider it, after all, her legs were so beautiful.

"Wow!"

Taking advantage of Bacchus's momentary lapse in attention, two long legs shot upwards, aiming directly for Bacchus's neck. Bacchus's pupils contracted, and he immediately released the legs in his arms, leaping backward to avoid having his head cut off on the spot.

"Oh, since you're already captivated by my beautiful legs, then I might as well take you as my servant."

Swan braced himself on the ground with both hands and unleashed a barrage of kicks at Bacchus with his long legs, but at the same time, he didn't forget to give Bacchus a flirtatious wink.

Bacchus's arms danced almost indistinctly in front of him, his magic-enhanced hands colliding with Swan's Star Aluminium leg guards, creating a shower of sparks.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what do you mean by 'bewitched'? You're not some naive virgin who's never seen the world. Don't look down on me."

"Drunken Pigua Palm: Seven Consecutive Strikes"

"Ho! Whirlwind Whip"

Both sides unleashed fierce attacks, colliding violently. In that instant, they both saw excited smiles on each other's faces.

Two figures leaped out of the explosion, one using his legs and the other his hands, clattering and banging as they wrestled toward the depths of the grove.