Eight Wastelands Roaming Dragon

Han Shuangjiang quickly took two steps back as she came to her senses.

Her focused gaze changed in an instant.

It turned to disgust, disdain, and contempt.

Never forget that, because of his various experiences, Chu Playmate was mildly "misogynistic." She was a little mildly "misandrist."

"Utterly disgusting!" Han Shuangjiang looked at him with revulsion, her mood plummeting.

Even though Chu Huai Xu had stopped that filthy hand, she still almost broke out in goosebumps.

Liu Chengqi glanced down at his wrist, and a nameless fury rose within him.

Chu Huai Xu's words and Han Shuangjiang's expression had both deeply wounded him.

It was as if he were some lecherous, depraved man.

How could Liu Chengqi, who fancied himself a romantic, put up with that?

Chu Huai Xu was different. Looking at Han Shuangjiang's expression, he was inexplicably reminded of an ancient anime—"Make a disgusted face and show your panties."

That disgusted look of hers is really something, he thought.

At that moment, Liu Chengqi glared at him and jerked his wrist, trying to break free.

But this smiling junior brother was surprisingly strong.

"Let go," he said coldly.

"Senior Brother Liu, a little groping is one thing, but we are men and women, after all." Chu Huai Xu didn't let go, his smile still on his face.

Liu Chengqi felt even more humiliated. "I was kindly teaching her martial arts, carefully guiding her and correcting her mistakes. Don't presume to judge me with such filthy thoughts!"

"If I didn't put my hands on her, do you think she could find the point where she needs to generate force for Eight Wastelands Roaming Dragon?"

Chu Huai Xu glanced at him sidelong. The man standing before him felt like a sleazy personal trainer at a gym.

The funny thing was, trainers like that really did sometimes manage to get lucky.

They'd use physical contact to test whether the other person had a restless heart, too.

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

And there was a good chance he'd gotten away with it plenty of times for one reason or another. That was why he was so overconfident and full of himself.

What Chu Huai Xu found a little strange was, Why did so many people recommend coming here to learn martial arts? How did this guy have such a great reputation?

I asked men the whole way here. I didn't ask any prostitutes.

At that moment, Liu Chengqi saw that the fox-faced man still wasn't letting go, and his expression darkened further.

"Junior Brother Chu, your senior brother is teaching you martial arts. Don't be so ungrateful. Let go, or don't blame me for what happens next!"

Han Shuangjiang watched from the side, a faint sense of foreboding rising in her heart.

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

"Senior Brother Liu, something about what you just said doesn't sit right with me."

His right hand suddenly tightened, clamping down hard on Liu Chengqi's wrist. He looked at him sidelong, his gaze full of disdain.

"Did I fucking not pay?"

You're selling lessons, so don't fucking put on airs with me!

Worry rose in Han Shuangjiang's heart as she stood to one side.

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

When all was said and done, he was standing up for her.

But for some reason, she suddenly thought of the scenes between them on the way here.

She remembered him saying, with a calm expression, "I've killed before!"

Back when Han Shuangjiang was still at Red Sleeves Beckon, an honored guest had once visited. He was the only son of the Son of Weiyuan General.

The madam had summoned the Top Courtesan to her room beforehand and told her to attend to him carefully.

"The young master of the Weiyuan General's family is handsome and kind, but you must make sure to please him. Be extra cautious, understand?"

"Some people have the heart of a jackal beneath the appearance of a crane. Don't let their looks fool you, or you'll be in for a world of trouble!"

That was when young Han Shuangjiang learned a new idiom: "the heart of a jackal beneath the appearance of a crane"!

As she looked at Chu Huai Xu, that phrase inexplicably came to mind.

Only this time, she didn't mean it as an insult.

At that moment, Liu Chengqi let out a cold snort and swung his other hand forward, attacking outright.

Private fights were forbidden in the Outer Sect, yet Senior Brother Liu seemed to have nothing to fear.

That put Chu Huai Xu on guard, but he still wasn't afraid.

He let go of Liu Chengqi's wrist with his right hand and leaned back just enough to dodge the incoming palm. All he heard was the rush of wind.

Liu Chengqi was startled. He hadn't expected to miss, despite his experience!

This Chu fellow looked unfamiliar. He must have joined the sect recently.

By rights, he should have just reached the Aperture Opening Stage at most.

"How is he so nimble?" Liu Chengqi wondered.

Could he have trained in martial arts in the mortal world?

But if he'd trained there, why would he come pay me to teach him this crap?

"Coincidence. It had to be a coincidence!"

Liu Chengqi barked, "Since you say I took your silver, then I'll let you see the power of the Eight Trigrams Palm of Boundless Heaven and Earth!"

It was hard to tell whether this guy had always been a bit of a chuunibyou, or whether he'd simply gotten so used to teaching that he called out the name of every move as he used it.

The players loved doing that, too. It just didn't feel right if they didn't shout the names out loud.

"Misty Flying Flowers!"

Chu Huai Xu dodged again, once more evading the attack by just the right margin.

Han Shuangjiang watched from the side, relieved that he'd made it through without getting hurt.

But after it happened several times, even an idiot could see that there was something unusual about him.

There was no helping it. He had reached the pinnacle of bodily control.

Even when he'd been an ordinary person, he'd been able to kill Xue Hu of the Patrol Office with a single knife. And now?

What was so impressive about being a Six-Orifice Expert?

Chu Huai Xu had added one point to his Physique attribute and practiced Sword Refining Art, which trained both internal and external strength. His body was in excellent condition.

Even if he was weaker than Liu Chengqi, he could make up for it with perfect control of his body.

What's more, as an experienced playmate in Borrowed Sword, he loved creating new accounts. Chu Huai Xu had an abundance of combat experience at low levels.

Liu Chengqi shouted, "Thunder in the Palm," and Chu Huai Xu seemed to anticipate it. He'd already shifted to the side, leaving an opening, then punched forward.

He didn't shout aloud, but he felt he couldn't let the other guy have all the swagger. Since he wasn't using any special move or skill, he could only shout in his mind:

"Basic attack!!"

The punch landed squarely in Liu Chengqi's lower abdomen, nearly doubling him over like a shrimp. His whole body curled forward.

Senior Brother Liu opened his mouth wide and retched.

His rage began to spread without limit. He was nothing like the warm, spring-breeze-like man he'd seemed before.

Liu Chengqi had been making his way through the Outer Sect for years, always surrounded by flattery. He'd never been treated this way, never taken a beating like this.

He forced himself to endure the pain. Blood vessels spread through his eyes, and the veins on his neck bulged.

His voice hoarse, he attacked with both palms. "Infinite Heaven and Earth!"

This was the final move.

"Look out!" Han Shuangjiang cried from the side. There wasn't a trace of her usual icy demeanor now.

The two of them were too close, and Liu Chengqi moved too quickly.

It was almost as if he'd counterattacked at point-blank range the instant Chu Huai Xu punched him.

There was no dodging it. Absolutely no way to dodge!

But if she could see that, how could Chu Huai Xu, with his wealth of experience, fail to realize it?

He didn't care at all.

Wasn't this just trading blows with the enemy in a game?

All he cared about was whether his opponent had a big enough opening!

In the blink of an eye, Chu Huai Xu used his exceptional control over his body to twist sideways at an almost ridiculous angle.

His eyes narrowed, his pitch-black gaze fixed on Liu Chengqi's.

Even though he dodged with all his might, he couldn't avoid half a palm's worth of the strike. A sharp pain shot through his waist.

But it seemed his tolerance for pain had risen a little.

Unlike Liu Chengqi, who had retched after taking a heavy blow, Chu Huai Xu didn't even let out a muffled groan.

He threw another punch, then swept his right leg low.

Liu Chengqi was already staggering, and he instantly lost his balance, starting to fall backward.

When he'd tipped back about twenty degrees, Chu Huai Xu's large hand suddenly seized his flashy white robe, embroidered with gold trim, and yanked it upward.

Under the tremendous force, Liu Chengqi's body was actually lifted a little.

Chu Huai Xu certainly wasn't trying to help him regain his balance.

The hand gripping the robe suddenly released it. Then his elbow drew back, his right hand opened, and he slammed his palm into Liu Chengqi's chest!

The angle of the strike was bizarre, yet Liu Chengqi found it strangely familiar.

With a crash, Chu Huai Xu's palm knocked him to the ground.

Throughout the fall, that large hand pressed firmly against his chest. It was fair to say that he'd been forced to the ground with a single palm strike.

His ribs broke one after another.

Under Han Shuangjiang's disbelieving gaze and Liu Chengqi's terrified stare, Chu Huai Xu, who hadn't spoken until now, finally spoke. His voice was calm, his face betraying no joy or anger. He pronounced each word slowly.

"Eight Wastelands Roaming Dragon."