Powerful Physical Constitution

"Nohime, Nohime..."

Han Zhiqi urgently called Nohime's name. He coughed lightly twice, and the tightness in his chest seemed to ease considerably, allowing him to breathe more smoothly.

The Bouncing Demon's leg strength was truly formidable. Even with Nohime shielding him and after sliding more than ten meters afterward, the impact had still made him cough up blood.

What Han Zhiqi worried about most now was Nohime. She had taken the Bouncing Demon's kick head-on. Even he, an indirect victim, had been struck hard enough to vomit blood—her condition was surely worse.

He called out several times in a row, but Nohime never responded. Han Zhiqi grew increasingly uneasy.

He carefully examined her from head to toe. There were no obvious injuries on her body, especially around her mouth and nose. If she had suffered severe internal injuries, blood should have flowed from her mouth and nose. Yet Nohime looked as though she were asleep, her expression peaceful and without a trace of pain.

Han Zhiqi extended a finger beneath Nohime's nose to check her breath, then pressed his ear against her. It seemed she truly was no longer breathing.

Han Zhiqi's face changed drastically. In his panic, he lowered his head and caught sight of Nohime's ample chest. He vaguely remembered that the Bouncing Demon's kick had struck right there.

After a brief hesitation, Han Zhiqi made a bold and shameful decision. Gritting his teeth, he undid the lower buttons of Nohime's shirt, exposing her snow-white skin.

From appearances alone, Nohime was indeed very well-endowed, but her abdominal muscles were exceptionally firm. Beneath her breasts, near her abdomen, was a patch of redness that had yet to fade. The color there was clearly different from the surrounding skin.

Han Zhiqi guessed that the Bouncing Demon's kick had landed there. Yet judging by the color of the injury, it did not seem serious at all. There was not even a bruise. So why was Nohime...?

"Eh, Han Zhiqi, why are you undoing my buttons? What are you looking at? You aren't looking at my..."

Before Nohime could finish, Han Zhiqi immediately clapped a hand over her mouth. He had no doubt that this peculiar girl would say the word "breasts" in her usual tone.

He had already experienced firsthand just how peculiar this girl could be.

Han Zhiqi now looked like a thief caught red-handed. His face was as red as a ripe apple, every part of his body felt awkward, and he wished he could crawl into a crack in the ground. Yet he had no choice but to endure it stiffly.

Nohime sat up from Han Zhiqi's arms. Seeing the blood at the corner of his mouth and the droplets scattered across his clothes, she leaned closer and hurriedly asked with concern, "You're hurt?"

"I'm fine."

Han Zhiqi raised a hand and pushed aside the arm she reached toward him with, then asked, "What about you? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

"Me?"

Nohime looked down at herself, casually buttoning up her shirt. "No. I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere."

No?

Han Zhiqi's eyes widened in disbelief, as though he had misheard.

He had not even taken the kick directly, yet the impact had made him vomit blood. She had taken the Bouncing Demon's kick head-on and was saying she was completely fine? How was that possible?

"Don't try to tough it out. Tell me if anything feels wrong."

Han Zhiqi deliberately spoke in an impatient tone, because he knew that only then would Nohime speak seriously. He thought she must be lying about being fine because she was afraid of holding him back.

"I really am fine. If you don't believe me, look."

Nohime stood up, spun in a circle, and jumped twice. Aside from her ample chest swaying so much it made Han Zhiqi dizzy, she really did seem to be fine.

"You don't believe me? Wait a moment." As she spoke, Nohime began undoing her shirt buttons.

Han Zhiqi hurriedly turned his head aside and raised a hand to stop this bizarre behavior. "All right, all right, I believe you. I believe you." He had already seen whether she was injured. There was no need to look a second time.

Han Zhiqi examined Nohime again and suddenly recalled her earlier claim that her physique was special. Could it be related to muscle density?

After thinking it over, that was the only explanation. With six times the muscle density, the Bouncing Demon's leg muscles were probably nowhere close.

Just then, Akino hurried over and asked with concern, "Han Zhiqi, Nohime, are you two all right?"

"I'm fine."

"I'm fine."

One reply was as cold as ever, while the other even seemed somewhat cheerful.

Akino wore the same shocked, incredulous expression Han Zhiqi had worn earlier. Ordinary contestants struck by the Bouncing Demon had all been smashed to mush like tofu. Yet these two were fine?

They truly were no ordinary people.

Under the combined assault of the Bouncing Demon and Spider Demon, many contestants had already fallen one after another. At that moment, the Three-Headed Demon roared as it charged toward the crowd. Once it joined the other demons, the contestants would likely have no chance of survival.

Han Zhiqi moved around Akino, ready to charge forward with his blade, when Nohime hurriedly asked beside him, "Han Zhiqi, what... what should I do?" She was still shaken by his earlier "Get lost," afraid that Han Zhiqi still disliked her.

Han Zhiqi glanced at her without saying anything, then quickened his pace toward the Three-Headed Demon.

Nohime was still feeling hurt and dejected when a voice drifted over from afar. "Go cut off the head of that thing that keeps jumping around."

The moment she heard him, Nohime beamed with delight and answered, "Okay!" without a second thought. She knew Han Zhiqi was giving her a chance. If she failed this task, Han Zhiqi would probably never speak to her again. But cutting off the Bouncing Demon's head...

Nohime still felt somewhat afraid.

Han Zhiqi instructed Akino and Kimura to work together against the other demons. In particular, they had to assign two people to guard against the Spider Demon's attacks, eliminate the ordinary demons first, then join forces to deal with the Spider Demon.

He himself charged straight at the Three-Headed Demon.

Han Zhiqi's return to the battlefield left everyone shocked and delighted. As for why the two of them were still full of life after taking the Bouncing Demon's kick head-on, no one had the mind to investigate. They only wanted this brutal battle to end as quickly as possible.

Akino conveyed Han Zhiqi's plan to Kimura. After discussing it, the two decided that they themselves would work together to guard against the Spider Demon.

Han Zhiqi would face the Three-Headed Demon, Nohime would face the Bouncing Demon, Kimura and Akino would hold back the Spider Demon, and everyone else would fight the ordinary demons.

The battle once more reached a delicate balance.

The Three-Headed Demon had already torn off its frozen arms, though the slash wound between two of its heads had not fully healed. Six brand-new arms stretched out from either side of its body, and six huge hands reached together for the contestants locked in chaotic battle.

"Ice Breathing: Fusion Technique: Phantom: Falling Snow."

A frigid gust of snow swept past the group and collided with the charging Three-Headed Demon.

The familiar aura enraged the Three-Headed Demon, as if it had finally found the culprit responsible for making its entire body feel so awful.

Its six massive hands changed direction, no longer targeting the crowd locked in battle. They closed in on Han Zhiqi from every side, determined to smash him into pulp in one blow.

Han Zhiqi fell within the encirclement of the six hands. In an instant, six phantom figures seemed to drift out of his body, taking the initiative to meet the incoming hands from every direction.

With the sensory domain formed by the chill, Han Zhiqi rapidly weaved back and forth between the six hands. His blade scraped across their palms, leaving behind one frozen wound after another.

This time, he decided to press the attack in one burst, giving the Three-Headed Demon no chance to catch its breath, hoping to sever the two heads on its neck in a short time.