Fish-Frying 2

Qian Ren Shuang exerted just a little strength and broke free of the Blue Silver Grass's bindings with ease, moving half a meter to the side.

"Boom!"

Dai Mubai's punch was heavy and powerful, carrying the fierce gust unique to White Tiger soul power as it slammed hard into the ground.

Dust flew everywhere, and a bowl-sized pit was smashed into the earth.

Although Qian Ren Shuang had turned sideways and dodged the punch, he had to admit—Dai Mubai, kneeling on one knee with his fist braced against the ground, paired with those tiger eyes glowing white, really did look a little like a war god descended to earth.

"You dare act tough in front of me!" Qian Ren Shuang kicked Dai Mubai squarely in the waist with perfectly controlled force—not enough to actually cause internal injuries, but enough to send Dai Mubai flipping over onto his back like an overturned turtle, limbs splayed out.

Before he could even stand firm, a sharp whistle of wind came from behind him. Qian Ren Shuang's ear twitched, his pupils shrinking slightly, and without a word he crouched down and rolled to the side.

"Shh—"

Zhu Zhuqing's Nether Thrust grazed past his shoulder, her sharp cat claws leaving several cold flashes in the air.

Qian Ren Shuang's roll looked extremely pathetic, but it was not for nothing.

As he rolled, Qian Ren Shuang casually grabbed a handful of dirt and sand from the ground. After standing up, he wasted no words and flung it straight at Zhu Zhuqing's face.

"Mm—" Zhu Zhuqing instinctively shut her eyes and turned her head aside. The sand stung her cheeks, and her vision was instantly sealed off completely.

Now!

Qian Ren Shuang closed in and wrapped an arm around Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist.

The girl's body was supple and taut, carrying a faint, cool fragrance that left Qian Ren Shuang feeling refreshed and delighted.

As a man, Qian Ren Shuang was naturally lustful too. It was just that, compared to lust, he knew better what he ought to be doing right now.

A clean, decisive shoulder throw!

Zhu Zhuqing was flung into the air, drawing an arc before landing solidly on the ground with a "bang."

The instant her back hit the ground, she felt as if all her internal organs had been jolted out of place. She gave a muffled groan and, for a moment, could not get up.

Qian Ren Shuang pressed one knee down on her and was just about to throw a punch.

"Second soul skill, Charm!"

Xiao Wu's voice came from diagonally behind him, carrying a strange spiritual fluctuation.

Qian Ren Shuang subconsciously turned to look: a pair of pink eyes met his gaze directly, their pupils swirling with a bewitching light.

Unfortunately.

The difference in their spiritual power was simply too great. No matter what, Qian Ren Shuang was a Soul King-level powerhouse. His spiritual power had been tempered for years and was far from something a mere Soul Grandmaster could shake.

Before the power of Charm could even invade his consciousness, Xiao Wu's spiritual power immediately scattered like the rabbit in "waiting by a stump for a rabbit," the one that ran itself dead against the tree.

Xiao Wu only felt a "buzz" in her mind. Her vision went black, and her whole body went limp as she passed out cold.

"Xiao Wu!"

Tang San's eyes instantly turned red.

One could only say Tang San truly was worthy of the Clear Sky Sect's bloodline. The ancestral trait of "eyes bloodshot, panting like an ox" was displayed to perfection on him.

His chest rose and fell violently, his breathing as heavy as an enraged bull's, while his fists clenched until they creaked.

I'll remember this grudge!

Because of his own father, Tang San could not show any dissatisfaction at this moment, so he could only force that hatred deep into his heart and grit his teeth in secret.

But resentment was one thing. Right now, he was being pinned down completely by Guilmon and simply could not free himself to help Xiao Wu.

Guilmon's body was like a moving wall, its two foreclaws swinging in alternation and forcing Tang San into a flustered defense.

When Tang San's Blue Silver Grass wrapped around it, Guilmon broke it with a casual struggle; when Tang San tried to attack up close, Guilmon's teeth, longer than daggers, were waiting for him.

With Tang San distracted like this, Guilmon immediately seized the opening.

"First innate skill—Rock-Breaking Claw!"

Guilmon's foreclaw came smacking down with a whistling gale. Tang San hurriedly raised his arms to block, only to feel as if he had been struck by a small mountain. His whole body flew into the air, then rolled several times across the ground before finally stopping, every bone in his body protesting.

However, if one had to say who had it the worst, it was still Zhu Zhuqing.

After being shoulder-thrown to the ground by Qian Ren Shuang, she had not even had time to adjust her breathing before Qian Ren Shuang had already flipped over and straddled her waist, then slammed a punch into her cheek without a word.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The punches were not particularly heavy. At the very least, he was not going all out. The force of each punch was controlled to the level of leaving her dazed without damaging her brain.

Zhu Zhuqing struggled with all her might, pushing at Qian Ren Shuang's arms with both hands, but the gap in strength was far too great, and she could not move him at all.

What was even more fatal was—

Zhu Zhuqing's figure had developed far too well, to an outrageous degree.

Those two heavy masses of flesh shook violently with her struggling movements, rubbing through the fabric against Qian Ren Shuang's thighs and lower abdomen where he straddled her.

And with every motion Qian Ren Shuang made as he swung his fists down at her face, every time he leaned over, every time he exerted force, that indescribable part would brush faintly through their clothes against the astonishing softness in front of her chest.

This continuous stimulation made Qian Ren Shuang perform the "Dragon Raises Its Head" maneuver from The King's Avatar.

Dragon Raises Its Head was a technique built upon the level 70 Battle Mage ultimate move Dragon Soars the Heavens, and it demanded extremely high hand speed and awareness from the operator.

Its creator was Ye Xiu, and afterward, Sun Xiang and Tang Rou learned it as well.

In truth, Qian Ren Shuang's uncharacteristic pursuit had been for the sake of enjoying exactly this.

"Brother Shuang! Didn't we agree you'd go easy?"

Dai Mubai struggled up from the ground, only to see his fiancée pinned beneath Qian Ren Shuang and getting beaten. He flew into a rage at once.

"Third soul skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

The two soul skills activated almost at the same time. A layer of white light spread over Dai Mubai's body, his muscles swelling and veins bulging as his entire body inflated by a size.

This time, Dai Mubai threw a punch at him, the wind from his fist even sharper than before, carrying a measure of genuine anger.

Qian Ren Shuang glanced at the layer of white light over Dai Mubai and quickly assessed the situation in his heart: he had no direct way to break through his defense, and taking that punch head-on would just be asking for trouble.

"If you don't chase after knocking someone down, you're a chicken!"

Qian Ren Shuang decisively abandoned Zhu Zhuqing beneath him, flipped to his feet, turned, and ran—the direction he fled in was straight toward Guilmon.

Dai Mubai chased relentlessly from behind, cursing as he went. "What are you running for? If you've got the guts, don't run!"

When Guilmon saw Qian Ren Shuang running toward him, he immediately understood. He opened his huge mouth, and a crimson glow lit up deep in his throat.

"Second innate skill—Guilmon Cannon!"

A blazing pillar of fire surged from Guilmon's mouth and blasted Dai Mubai with pinpoint accuracy.

Although White Tiger Protective Barrier could block part of the damage, and Guilmon had not put much force into the attack, it still blew Dai Mubai clean off his feet and sent him flying backward.

Dai Mubai rolled several times across the ground. His clothes were burned full of holes, and a patch of his hair had been singed black.

He lay on the ground covered in dust and soot, coughed twice, spat out a mouthful of black smoke, and finally behaved.

"We admit defeat!"

Seeing that Dai Mubai, Tang San, Ma Hongjun, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing had already been knocked to the ground by Qian Ren Shuang and Guilmon, Ning Rongrong, as a support-type, very tactfully raised both hands.

Flender watched from the side, shaking his head. The expression on his face was extremely complicated—he felt sorry to see his students beaten like this, but he also had to admit that Qian Ren Shuang and Guilmon's strength had truly overwhelmed them.

Qian Ren Shuang patted the dust off his body and gave Guilmon a thumbs-up. "Guilmon, well done. When we get back to the dorm, I'll reward you with meat pies."

"Guilmon took down Ma Hongjun, Tang San, and Dai Mubai this time!" Guilmon cheered, hopping once. "So I want three catties of meat!"