Grand Master of Fist

Soren is trapped.

In fact, he and the Eastern Dancer were trapped inside the underground ruins for a full day and night.

When they finally dug a tunnel back to the surface, both of them were exhausted, looking as if they had rolled around in the ground before getting up. Soren was slightly better off, since he was wearing a tight-fitting suit and could shake off the sand and dirt from his cloak. But the Eastern Dancer was wearing a long dress, and when she crawled out, she was covered in dust, only occasionally revealing patches of fair skin when she wiped away the dirt while wiping away sweat.

"Finally, I made it out!"

Once on the ground, the Eastern Dancer threw down her shovel and, quite unladylike, plopped down on the sand, then jumped up as if electrocuted. Although it was getting dark, the Desert Region temperature was still very high. There were no traces of the laborers or other teammates nearby, but there was a lot of trash left behind. The sandstorms during the day had been intense, and they had probably carried away everything they could, leaving only garbage on the ruins.

Soren brushed aside the sand, touched the embers, and said in a low voice, "They probably haven't been gone long! They must have packed up and left this morning."

The Eastern Dancer walked over, nodded slightly, and said, "These guys!..."

"Never mind."

Soren shook his head indifferently. He had seen far worse things back in the Underdark; at least this time, the people he encountered hadn't stabbed him in the back. He looked up at the sky and slowly said, "Let's rest here for the night. We'll leave tomorrow."

"We've found what you were looking for."

"We'll part ways tomorrow! Since you're planning to return to the Eastern Realm, let's leave as soon as possible."

"It won't be long before this place becomes a hotbed of trouble."

The Eastern Dancer nodded gently, her gaze falling on Soren. She watched him quietly for a moment, then a faint smile appeared on her lips. She whispered, "Thank you."

Soren waved his hand, saying nothing more than, "I'll go get some water."

"There should be an Oasis nearby."

water.

Upon hearing Soren's words, the Eastern Dancer immediately felt extremely uncomfortable and quickly followed, whispering, "Is there Oasis nearby? I'll come with you!"

There should be an Oasis nearby.

This is because Adventurer's settlement was once established here. Supplying in the Desert Region is difficult, and the area near the underground ruins had been explored before this Oasis was found as a camp.

Soren followed the direction of his memory and soon saw a patch of green in the distance.

A very small Oasis.

It's estimated to be only a little over 100 meters long, surrounded by various vegetation and tall trees, with a deep pool in the center. It's quite a miracle in the desert. In such a windy and sandy place, it's amazing that an Oasis has been preserved.

"Very good!"

The Eastern Dancer quickened her pace, reaching the pool where she bent down and drank a few mouthfuls. She then scooped up some water and washed her face. As the dust settled, a captivating and alluring face was revealed. With distinctly Eastern features, she possessed an exotic charm. After washing her face, her expression became somewhat hesitant, a slight blush appearing on her alluring cheeks. She turned to look at Soren beside her, seemingly wanting to say something but unable to bring herself to speak.

Soren was also washing his face.

The cool water made him breathe a sigh of relief. He quickly dried himself off, then noticed the gaze of the Eastern Dancer.

"What's wrong?" Soren asked, frowning slightly.

The Eastern Dancer looked somewhat hesitant, seemingly a little embarrassed, but still whispered, "I want to wash up. Could you... could you wait for me outside first?..."

Turns out, she wanted to take a shower.

Soren stood up helplessly upon hearing this. He glanced at the disheveled, dusty figure opposite him and said, "Alright. I'll wait for you outside."

Soren turned and left.

After confirming he had left, the Eastern Dancer carefully loosened her belt, but still secretly glanced behind her and whispered, "I wonder if he'll peek! Such a skilled Rogue, if he turns around Stealth back, I probably won't be able to detect him. Never mind! I'd better take a bath first!..."

The Eastern Dancer slipped off her long dress, revealing a pair of slender legs.

She touched the water with her foot, then slowly unbuttoned her top. Her full breasts shone like white jade in the moonlight. The Eastern Dancer covered her chest with her hands and slowly entered the water. The water rippled, and her fair legs and slender waist were faintly visible. She sighed with satisfaction and then began to wash the dust off her body.

"He's quite a nice man!"

"It's a pity that the person I like is Ti, otherwise he would be really nice!"

The Eastern Dancer was completely submerged in the water, her long, wet hair spread out like seaweed. She gently wiped her face, her mind wandering, and her cheeks flushed slightly as she asked, "Could he be peeking?"

In fact.

She was definitely overthinking it.

Soren had walked out from the beginning; he had no interest in peeping at others bathing.

In terms of beauty, Goria was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and probably only Vivian might surpass her when she grew up. So, with Goria by his side, Soren wasn't so desperate as to turn around and peep at others bathing.

The moonlight was faint.

Soren stood quietly by the Oasis, but just as he felt it was about time to return, a slight noise suddenly came from ahead.

Someone is approaching!

Soren's figure vanished into the darkness in an instant, then Stealth crept over.

one person.

A woman.

Before Soren even got close to his target, he saw a tall figure with long, black hair that fell naturally, making her instantly recognizable as a woman. She was wearing a tight-fitting bodysuit that revealed her curvaceous figure, and her facial features had East Asian characteristics. However, she was even taller than the women from the North, but that wasn't the key point. The key point was that Soren didn't see any weapons on her, only a pair of black gloves.

"Who!?"

A cold voice rang out, and the woman in front of Soren stopped in her tracks. In an instant, she leaped into the air, locked onto Soren's position, and then transformed into a blur as she approached him. A whip kick, accompanied by a whistling wind, lashed out at Soren with astonishing force.

There were no warning signs whatsoever.

Soren didn't even know how the enemy determined his location; he was only certain that he hadn't been directly exposed, and that the enemy's ability to find him seemed to be due to some supernatural power.

We've been discovered!?

Soren looked somewhat surprised, and the swirling sand revealed his location.

Bump!

Faced with the enemy's high-speed approach and whip kick, Soren had no time to Dodge or draw his sword, and could only shield his chest with his hands to take the hit. With a dull thud of flesh colliding, Soren took a half step back. Her agile figure, after colliding with Soren, was thrown back rapidly, landing as lightly as a feather. Her eyes instantly sharpened, and she said in a deep voice, "Rogue?"

Clatter

The woman clasped her hands together, and as she did so, a faint Spell Aura immediately appeared on her gloves, followed by leaping arcs of electricity that danced between her palms. These strange arcs of electricity danced continuously in her palms, but they did not belong to her own power; rather, they were the power of the gloves themselves—a very special and Supernatural Weapon.

Lunge, turn sideways, raise your hand.

The familiar stance made Soren's expression instantly turn serious. He slowly drew his Scimitar Icetail, and said in a deep voice, "Grand Master of Fist?!"

Grand Master of Fist.

This was the first time Soren had ever seen a female advance to the Grand Master of Fist level. As a high-level extension of the Monk class, the Grand Master of Fist Grand Master of Fist didn't have mandatory requirements, but it was extremely rare for a woman to advance to this level. Soren had seen female priests advance to the Grand Master of Fist level with a modified version of the Divine Fist, but he had never encountered a female professional who had received orthodox Grand Master of Fist training.

and.

His opponent's strength seemed to be no less than his!

...(To be continued~^~)