Eight Wastelands Roaming Dragon

Han Shuangjiang, having come to her senses, immediately stepped back two paces.

Her previously focused expression shifted in an instant.

It turned into disgust, revulsion, contempt.

Don't forget, because of various experiences, Chu Peiwan had a mild "misogyny," while she had a mild "misandry."

"Absolutely vile!" Han Shuangjiang glared at him with loathing, her mood plummeting to rock bottom.

Even though that filthy hand had been blocked by Chu Huai Xu, she still nearly broke out in goosebumps.

Liu Chengqi looked down at his own wrist, and a surge of unexplained anger rose within him.

Both Chu Huai Xu's words and Han Shuangjiang's gaze stung him deeply.

As if he were nothing but a lecherous, despicable man.

Liu Chengqi, who fancied himself a romantic, how could he tolerate that?

Chu Huai Xu, on the other hand, watched Han Shuangjiang's expression and inexplicably recalled a very old anime—"Showing panties with a disgusted face."

"Her disgusted face really is something else," he thought.

At that moment, Liu Chengqi glared furiously, shaking his wrist with force, trying to break free.

But this smiling junior brother turned out to be surprisingly strong.

"Let go," he said coldly.

"Senior Brother Liu, touching me is fine, but men and women have their boundaries," Chu Huai Xu said, not letting go, his face still carrying a smile.

Liu Chengqi's pride took another hit: "I was kindly teaching her martial arts, guiding and correcting her with good intentions—don't measure me with such filthy thoughts!"

"If I hadn't used my hands, do you think she could have found the power point of the [Eight Wastelands Roaming Dragon]?"

Chu Huai Xu, hearing this, glanced at him sideways, feeling like the man before him was no different from a handsy gym trainer.

Interestingly, that kind of trainer often managed to get a little taste now and then.

Using physical groping to test whether the other person also harbored a restless heart.

This Liu Chengqi in front of him was probably a repeat offender.

And likely, for some reason, he'd succeeded many times, which was why he was so arrogantly overconfident.

What struck Chu Huai Xu as odd was: "Why do so many people recommend learning martial arts from him? How does he still have such a stellar reputation?"

"Everyone I asked along the way was male—I didn't ask any loose women."

At this point, Liu Chengqi, seeing that this fox-faced guy still wouldn't let go, grew even darker in expression.

"Junior Brother Chu, I've taught you martial arts—don't be ungrateful. If you don't let go now, don't blame me for being rude!"

Han Shuangjiang watched from the side, a vague sense of unease rising in her heart.

Sure enough, she saw Chu Huai Xu gripping the other's wrist with his right hand while casually picking his ear with his left.

"Senior Brother Liu, your words—how do they make this junior brother so uncomfortable?"

His right hand suddenly tightened, locking Liu Chengqi's wrist in a vice grip, his eyes slanting downward in a contemptuous glare:

"Didn't I fucking pay?"

You're just a fucking course seller, who the hell do you think you're putting on airs for!

Han Shuangjiang stood nearby, anxiety instantly flooding her heart.

She worried for Chu Huai Xu's safety, afraid he might get hurt.

After all, this was him standing up for her.

But for some reason, she suddenly recalled the scenes from their journey here.

She remembered his calm utterance of that one word: Killed.

Back when Han Shuangjiang was still at [Red Sleeves Beckon], a distinguished guest once came—the son of the Weiyuan General.

The Madam had called the Top Courtesan into the room beforehand, telling her to serve carefully.

"This young master from the Weiyuan General's household is handsome and kind, but you must win his favor and be even more cautious, understand?"

"Some people have a cruel heart beneath an elegant appearance—don't be fooled by his looks, or you'll suffer for it!"

Back then, young Han Shuangjiang learned a new idiom—Cruel heart, elegant appearance!

She looked at Chu Huai Xu and inexplicably thought of that phrase.

Only, in her heart, it wasn't a derogatory meaning.

At that moment, Liu Chengqi let out a cold snort, his other hand suddenly striking forward—he was making a move.

Outer disciples were forbidden from private fights, yet this Senior Brother Liu seemed emboldened, unafraid.

This made Chu Huai Xu take another mental note, but he still felt no fear.

He released his grip on Liu Chengqi's wrist, dodging backward just enough to evade the palm strike, hearing only the rush of wind from the blow.

Liu Chengqi was slightly startled, never expecting that his seasoned self would miss!

This surnamed Chu looks unfamiliar—he must have just joined the sect not long ago.

By all logic, at most he's just entered the Aperture Opening Stage.

"How could his movements be this agile?" Liu Chengqi was baffled.

Could it be that he's also a martial artist from the mortal world?

But if he's a martial artist, why would he come to me and pay to learn some damn thing!

"Coincidence, it has to be a coincidence!"

Liu Chengqi barked angrily: "Since you say I took your silver, then let me show you the true power of the 'Eight Trigrams Palm of Boundless Heaven and Earth'!"

Whether the guy was naturally a bit chuunibyou or just used to teaching, every time he struck, he'd shout out the name of the move.

The sandbox players actually liked doing that too—it just didn't feel right without yelling it out.

"[Misty Flying Flowers]!"

Chu Huai Xu dodged again, another perfectly timed evasion.

Han Shuangjiang watched from the side, feeling relieved that it was a close call.

But after this happened so many times, even an idiot could see he was special.

There was no helping it—his control over his body had reached its peak.

Even when he was still an ordinary person, he could kill Xue Hu from the patrol office with a single knife strike, let alone now?

A six-orifice expert—was that supposed to be impressive?

Chu Huai Xu had added 1 point to the [Physique] stat and was also cultivating the internal-and-external "Sword Refining Art," so his physical condition was excellent.

Even if there was a gap between him and Liu Chengqi, he could make up for it with perfect body control.

What's more, as a veteran "borrowed sword" companion player, he loved [switching accounts]—his experience in low-level combat was incredibly rich.

Just as Liu Chengqi shouted another "Palm Thunder Moves," Chu Huai Xu, as if predicting it, sidestepped early to leave an opening, then threw a punch forward.

He didn't shout out loud, but he felt he couldn't lose in presence, and since he wasn't using any real moves or skills, he could only yell in his mind:

"Normal attack!!"

This punch landed solidly on Liu Chengqi's lower abdomen, nearly doubling him over like a shrimp, his whole body arching.

This Senior Brother Liu opened his mouth wide, letting out a dry heave.

Rage began to spread without limit—where was the spring-breeze demeanor from before?

Liu Chengqi had spent years among the outer disciples, always being flattered, never suffering this kind of humiliation, never taking this kind of beating.

He gritted his teeth against the pain, bloodshot veins spreading across his eyeballs, the tendons on his neck bulging.

His voice hoarse, he struck out with both palms: "[Boundless Heaven and Earth]!"

This was the final move.

"Watch out!" Han Shuangjiang cried out from the side, her icy demeanor completely gone now.

The two were too close, and Liu Chengqi's strike was too fast.

It was a counterattack delivered almost point-blank after taking Chu Huai Xu's punch.

No way to dodge—absolutely no way!

But if she could see that, how could the experienced Chu Huai Xu not?

To this, he paid no mind at all.

In gaming terms, this was just trading health with the enemy!

All he cared about now was how big the opponent's opening was!

In a flash, Chu Huai Xu relied on his perfect body control to twist sideways at an almost exaggerated angle.

His eyes focused, those pitch black eyes staring intently into Liu Chengqi's.

Even though he dodged with all his might, half a palm strike couldn't be avoided, and a sharp pain shot through his waist.

But it seemed his tolerance for pain had risen a small notch.

Unlike Liu Chengqi's dry heaving after the heavy punch, Chu Huai Xu didn't even let out a grunt.

He threw another punch forward, then swept his right leg downward.

Liu Chengqi, already off-balance, instantly lost his footing and began to fall backward.

Just as he tilted back about twenty degrees, Chu Huai Xu's large hand suddenly grabbed his flashy white robe embroidered with gold trim and yanked upward.

With immense force, Liu Chengqi's body was actually lifted a bit.

Chu Huai Xu wasn't kindly trying to steady him.

He suddenly let go of the robe, then pulled his elbow back, opened his right hand into a palm, and slammed it fiercely onto Liu Chengqi's chest!

The angle of the palm strike was strange, yet Liu Chengqi found it oddly familiar.

With a bang, he was knocked to the ground by Chu Huai Xu's palm.

Throughout the entire process of falling backward, that large hand pressed firmly against his chest—it could be said that he was slammed to the ground by this very palm.

Rib after rib snapped.

Under Han Shuangjiang's incredulous gaze, within Liu Chengqi's terror-filled eyes, Chu Huai Xu, who had remained silent all along, finally spoke slowly. His voice was calm, his face betraying neither joy nor anger, as he enunciated each word:

"Eight Wastelands Roaming Dragon."

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