Comprehensive Martial Arts: My Master is Huang Rong

Lin Xuan had long anticipated this. Seizing the opportunity, he surged forward. The instant her body lost its balance, both his hands shot out, swift as lightning. With unparalleled precision, he pressed several fingers onto her vital pressure points in rapid succession.

"Click, click!"

A few almost imperceptible sounds.

Li Mochou's body stiffened abruptly, as if struck by divine lightning from the heavens. All her acupoints were sealed by Lin Xuan's finger force, rendering her unable to circulate even a sliver of internal energy.

She couldn't even make a sound, only widening her cold eyes, filled with shock, humiliation, and disbelief, staring fixedly at the man before her.

Her body remained frozen in a forward-leaning posture, suspended stiffly in mid-air like an exquisite sculpture frozen in time.

Beneath her form-fitting apricot-yellow Daoist robe, her slender, perfect curves, in this peculiar pose, appeared exceptionally alluring. It added a forbidden, taboo beauty to her restrained state.

Especially the pair of full, perky snow peaks on her chest. Due to her forward lean, they were pressed even more prominently beneath the robe, as if they would break free from the fabric at any moment and leap out.

The entire process, from Li Mochou's attack to her complete subjugation by Lin Xuan, took no more than a few dozen exchanges.

For Lin Xuan, this wasn't even close to going all out, yet he displayed a terrifying strength that crushed Li Mochou and a chillingly exquisite technique.

Lin Xuan paid no mind to the shock and humiliation burning in Li Mochou's eyes, almost spitting fire.

He walked forward slowly, his gaze calm, yet carrying a hint of playful amusement, like a cat toying with a mouse.

He looked at the Crimson Fairy, who was usually aloof, treated human lives like weeds, and was a notorious killer, now like a puppet at his mercy, utterly defenseless. A profound sense of conquest surged within him.

He reached Li Mochou and stopped.

He slowly raised his hand. His slender fingertips gently, yet with undisguised teasing and provocation, lifted Li Mochou's sharp, fair chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Fairy, your temper is truly quite bad, isn't it?"

Lin Xuan's voice was deep and magnetic. In the silent bamboo forest, it sounded exceptionally clear, each word carrying a subtle mockery.

"You want to kill people at the slightest disagreement. Tell me, should you be punished?"

Li Mochou's chin was lifted by him, forcing her to meet his gaze.

She could clearly see her reflection in his deep eyes: disheveled, humiliated, and helpless.

An indescribable rage of humiliation surged towards her forehead like a volcanic eruption, but her body was stiff, her throat felt blocked, and she couldn't utter a sound.

She could only glare at Lin Xuan with eyes reddened by rage and shame, staring intently, as if wanting to cut him into a thousand pieces with her gaze.

Lin Xuan greatly appreciated her unwilling, furious, yet helpless expression.

"Since Fairy enjoys taking action, today, I will let you properly experience the taste of 'being acted upon'."

He extended his hand, this time directly reaching for the black leather belt cinching her fitted attire at her waist.

His movements were slow and elegant, with a composure and patience as if admiring a rare treasure.

"Riiip—"

A crisp sound of tearing fabric echoed piercingly in the tranquil bamboo forest.

Lin Xuan didn't bother with the belt. He chose the simplest, most brutal, and most humiliating method.

Infusing internal energy into his fingertips, he exerted force, directly tearing the fabric of Li Mochou's tight Daoist robe from her waist downwards with a "Riiip!"

The apricot-yellow fabric, like a butterfly torn apart by a fierce wind, was instantly ripped in half, from Li Mochou's delicate, slender waist downwards.

Her beautiful, long, straight legs, usually completely concealed by her Daoist robe, which were shapely, full of elasticity, and firm, were now completely exposed to the cold air without any reservation.

Li Mochou was filled with shame and fury to the point of death!

She had never imagined that after half a lifetime of roaming the martial world, she would one day be humiliated like this!

And... in such a shameful, exposed, and defenseless state!

Her entire body was stiff, unable to move even a finger, like fish on a chopping block, at the mercy of the other party.

Her face instantly turned a liver-like color. The feeling of shame washed over her like a tide, making her want to faint on the spot.

Yet, her consciousness was incredibly clear. All her senses were amplified infinitely. Even the sound of the wind whistling past her ears seemed to be mockingly laughing at her disheveled state and disgrace.

Lin Xuan gave her no time to think or recover.

He casually picked up the horsetail whisk that had fallen to the ground.

The handle was carved from fine white jade, warm to the touch, with countless strands that were supple and strong.

He held the handle and aimed the myriad silver strands at Li Mochou's buttocks, which were unconsciously tensed due to shame and rage – round, full, and astonishingly elastic.

Her buttocks, beneath the torn apricot-yellow Daoist robe, were as smooth as the finest mutton-fat jade. The curves were rounded and perky, exuding a primal allure under the dim light of the bamboo forest that made one's breath catch.

"Slap!"

A crisp, loud crack echoed through the bamboo forest once more.

The countless strands of the horsetail whisk, imbued with a gentle yet domineering penetrating internal force, fiercely whipped Li Mochou's smooth, jade-like, sexy, and full buttocks.

Intense, burning pain, like exploding fireworks, instantly spread from her buttocks throughout Li Mochou's entire body!

On the white jade-like skin, delicate red marks immediately appeared, like a bloody mark branded onto flawless beautiful jade.

"Ngh...!"

A suppressed cry of pain finally escaped Li Mochou's throat.

The voice carried an uncontrollable sob and a sense of desperation, mixed with unspeakable shame, struggling painfully from the depths of her throat.

Her delicate body trembled violently. Instinctively, she tried to twist and struggle, but her sealed acupoints held her firmly captive, rendering her immobile. She could only endure as the searing pain surged through her body like a tidal wave.

Yet, even so, Lin Xuan showed no intention of stopping.

"A fairy with such a fiery temper needs a good lesson."

Lin Xuan's voice held a chilling cruelty and a hint of amusement.

His gaze, like the sharpest falcon's, was fixed on Li Mochou's tear-blurred eyes, savoring the complex mix of pain, humiliation, anger, and unwillingness that flickered within them.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The whisk fell again with a steady rhythm.

Infused with inner energy, it landed, once, twice, crisply and loudly, precisely on the same spot.

Each strike carried a pure, domineering internal force that spread through Li Mochou's entire body like fine electric currents.

The pain was like being branded by a red-hot iron on her skin, searing and bone-chilling.

Her fair, rounded buttocks rapidly flushed a captivating red, visible to the naked eye. Soon, a shocking crimson tide appeared, like the most vibrant sunset after a rain.

Every crisp "slap" was accompanied by violent tremors of her delicate body and the stifled, disbelieving, broken moans escaping from the depths of her throat.

However...

Beneath the intense pain, a strange, unfamiliar, indescribable numbness and heat also began to rise from the deepest part of her repeatedly struck buttocks, like a flood breaking through a dam.

This peculiar sensation instantly spread to every limb and bone, finally converging like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, towards the most private and sensitive parts of her body.

This caused her tall, delicate frame to tremble uncontrollably, even making her torn robes flutter and her ample breasts, squeezed tightly, appear on the verge of bursting forth.

This was the special ability of the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique.

Through the most direct physical contact, it could activate the most primal, deepest senses of the human body, inducing an extreme numbness and pleasure that even the most resolute person could not resist.

Li Mochou's mind was now a complete blank.

Shame, anger, excruciating pain, and that indescribable, irresistible numbness and heat clashed violently within her heart, churning into a tangled mess.

Her body, driven by her proud will, desperately tried to resist.

But her most primal bodily instincts writhed and yielded involuntarily, even... craving.

She tried to draw that strange pleasure, which made her soul tremble, from the extreme pain.

Her buttocks even began to arch backward slightly on instinct. Each time the whisk struck, it was as if she was silently welcoming the next one.

Her cheeks flushed crimson, no longer distinguishable between shame and other emotions.

Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes like pearls from a broken string. Were they tears of anger? Or tears of humiliation? Or perhaps... tears born from that strange pleasure?

Even she could no longer tell.

She bit her lower lip tightly, trying to swallow all her moans, but the uncontrollable trembling and numbness caused faint, choked, hoarse groans to escape her throat.

"No... whimper... Don't..."

Weak whimpers escaped her mouth uncontrollably, her voice laced with sobs, pleas, and a tremor and enjoyment that she herself found incredibly shameful.

Her body swayed back and forth like a small boat in the wind, caught between extreme pain and extreme pleasure.

Ultimately, that strange and intense pleasure, like the most overbearing monarch, completely took over, stripping her of all will to resist.

Lin Xuan looked at Li Mochou beneath him, who had completely lost control, her body spasming and trembling.

The whisk in his hand continued to fall rhythmically, each strike precisely landing on Li Mochou's round, firm buttocks, now swollen and red, emitting crisp, pleasant sounds.

The sound was like a devil's symphony, urging Li Mochou to sink deeper and faster.

Her body began to convulse weakly, her legs parting slightly, her private parts already slick and wet.

"Please... please spare me..."

Li Mochou could no longer bear the torment of her soul and body being repeatedly torn apart, a state of being both pained and pleased.

She abandoned her last and only shred of dignity, her voice a series of broken whispers filled with endless pleas and tremors.

Tears streamed down like a broken dam, completely melting the frost on her face.

Her eyes, which should have been filled with murderous intent, now held only helplessness, pleading, and even a hint of... desire, which she herself hadn't noticed.

A desire for Lin Xuan to stop, and yet, as if desiring that strange sensation to continue even more intensely.

Lin Xuan finally stopped his movements.

He leaned down, his hot lips gently touching Li Mochou's sensitive, small ear. In a low, hoarse voice filled with amusement and control, he whispered softly:

"Now... do you know you were wrong?"

He reached out, gently yet with undeniable strength, and traced a path across her smooth, jade-like body, from her swollen, red buttocks upwards, slowly caressing her soft back, finally tapping a specific acupoint above her spine.

Lin Xuan smiled with satisfaction.

He raised his hand and lightly touched Li Mochou's body.

Instantly, the sealed acupoints all over Li Mochou's body, like loosened strings on a zither, regained their rhythm.

Her whole body felt light as her internal energy began to flow once more through her dried meridians. The long-lost sense of freedom almost made her collapse.

She steadied herself, though her body still trembled slightly.

Her apricot-yellow Daoist robe was torn, leaving half her body bare. Her buttocks, swollen and red from the lashings of the whisk, burned fiercely. At the same time, an indescribable itchiness and numbness pulsed within them, a constant reminder of everything that had just happened.

Her face flushed so deeply it seemed ready to bleed. She awkwardly used her hands to cover her torn robe, not daring to look at Lin Xuan.

She wanted to flee, but found her legs weak, unable to muster any strength.

More importantly, she knew she couldn't escape.

This man's presence was like the most venomous brand, seared deep into the core of her soul.

She gripped the whisk tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

She raised her head, her eyes, which should have been as cold as frost, now brimming with incredibly complex emotions.

There was hatred, fear, and the indelible sense of humiliation. And a trace of… a fear and dependence on this man that she herself found utterly detestable.

She bit her rosy lips, her voice hoarse and trembling, filled with the terror of survival and endless confusion. Finally, she asked the question:

"Who… who exactly… are you?"

Her face, usually a picture of cool, exquisite beauty, was now as pale as paper, cold sweat beading on her forehead.

Deep within her body, the strange itchiness and burning pain warred, making it incredibly difficult even to stand.

Her once proudly held, snow-white neck was now like a broken swan's, hanging down in shame.

Lin Xuan walked slowly forward. Each step he took seemed to land on Li Mochou's most sensitive heartstrings.

He stopped before her, gazing down at her from above. His eyes were as calm as a deep pool, yet held a playful glint that could pierce one's soul.

He didn't answer. He simply raised his hand and gently lifted her delicate, pointed chin with his fingertips, forcing her to meet his gaze.

Li Mochou turned her face away in humiliation, but he held her firmly, leaving her no escape.

"Fairy, you ask who I am?"