Zhen Wuji was startled. He had not expected this seemingly delicate, harmless young girl to know martial arts—and to move with such agility.
He froze for a moment, then a flicker of anger flashed through his eyes, though excitement outweighed it.
The more challenging the prey, the more satisfying it was to conquer.
He dodged Huang Xun'er's fingertips while circulating his True Qi. His palm wind grew sharper, every strike aimed at her vital points, yet he held back some of his strength, clearly unwilling to hurt such a stunning beauty.
Though Huang Xun'er's cultivation was not weak and her movement techniques were exquisite, she lacked real combat experience. Faced with Zhen Wuji's vicious, tricky moves, she gradually began to struggle.
The two became entangled in battle amid the flowers. Zhen Wuji's palm wind was fierce, carrying a sinister True Qi that snapped flowers and grass wherever it passed.
Huang Xun'er moved with nimble grace, like a butterfly flitting through blossoms. She evaded most of his attacks, and when she occasionally counterattacked, her pure True Qi clashed with Zhen Wuji's sinister energy, producing faint bursts.
"I didn't expect you, little beauty, to have some skill after all!"
As Zhen Wuji fought, he leered. "But the more you're like this, the more this Young Master likes you.
Submit to me obediently, and I'll let you experience the feeling of flying!"
Huang Xun'er was both furious and anxious upon hearing this. She snapped, "Shameless wretch! Stop spouting nonsense!"
She increased her True Qi output, her moves growing ever sharper as she sought to break free as quickly as possible.
But Zhen Wuji's cultivation was no slouch either. After dozens of exchanges, Huang Xun'er gradually ran out of strength, leaving openings everywhere.
Seizing an opening, Zhen Wuji struck Huang Xun'er on the shoulder