All eyes were focused on the two of them. Lin Kong held Meng Yiran firmly down, restraining her hands and making her unable to move.
"Get off me!" Meng Yiran roared, straining her arms to break free, but after struggling for a long time, she couldn't move an inch.
"No." Lin Kong noticed her resistance and tightened his grip, his tone leaving no room for argument. "If you admit defeat, I'll let you go."
"You bastard!" Being pinned down by a man in such an intimate position, their bodies pressed tightly together, the warm touch clearly felt through Meng Yiran, her whole body burning up, her cheeks flushed red as if they were about to bleed, she felt both ashamed and angry.
Lin Kong, however, only saw the pure outcome of victory. He stared into Meng Yiran's eyes and repeated, "Admit defeat."
Meng Yiran turned her face away, biting her lip tightly, and didn't say a word, clearly determined to fight to the end.
Lin Kong dared not relax for a moment, keeping a close eye on her to prevent her from suddenly launching an attack.
But at that moment, Meng Yiran suddenly stopped "pinching each other" with her hands and instead braced herself on the ground.
A hint of surprise flashed in Lin Kong's eyes.
If Meng Yiran were to do this in a real life-or-death struggle, it would mean freeing her hands so that when she braces herself on the ground, she could attack at will, striking her head and neck with a single blow that could decide the outcome.
But not now.
While he hesitated, Meng Yiran suddenly erupted!
She slammed her hands on the ground, and using the force, she suddenly exerted her strength in her waist and abdomen, managing to lift Lin Kong into the air. Then, she curled her legs up to her chest and kicked Lin Kong hard from above.
Lin Kong reacted extremely quickly, immediately crossing his arms in front of him to protect himself and taking the two kicks head-on. The violent impact sent him flying to the side, and without stopping after landing, he immediately rolled away to create distance.
Thump!
With a muffled thud, Meng Yiran's fist slammed down like a heavy hammer onto the spot where Lin Kong had just been standing. The ground was slightly dented from the impact. If Lin Kong had rolled even a second later, this punch would probably have landed squarely on his face.
As the smoke cleared, the two men almost simultaneously rolled over and stood up, once again assuming a confrontational stance.
The atmosphere in the forest became heavy. The exchange just now had made everyone abandon their underestimation of each other; no one had expected it to be so dangerous.
Zhao Wuji watched the two facing off in the arena, then quietly approached Meng Shu and tentatively asked, "Senior Dragon Duke, shall we... continue?"
He didn't say it explicitly, but the meaning couldn't be clearer—if this fight continues, your granddaughter will just keep getting taken advantage of!
The other Shrek members shared the same thought, their gazes towards Meng Yiran carrying a strange, inexplicable quality. After all, the series of close entanglements and physical contacts just now were far too ambiguous.
Meng Yiran keenly noticed these strange looks, and her shame and anger surged within her, almost completely overwhelming her reason. She couldn't care about anything else now; all she wanted was to beat Lin Kong up and vent her anger.
"Ah--"
Meng Yiran let out a delicate shout, her feet slamming off the ground as she shot towards Lin Kong like an arrow. As she got closer, she leaped into the air, her legs together, and with a sharp gust of wind, she kicked Lin Kong hard in mid-air.
This is such a clumsy choice.
Taking to the air during combat can certainly enhance the power of an attack by utilizing gravitational potential energy, but it also puts oneself in danger—while in the air, the body is almost unable to make any dodge movements, completely exposing weaknesses to the opponent.
This shows that Meng Yiran's mind was in complete disarray at that moment.
Lin Kong's eyes narrowed, and he lightly took half a step to the side, easily avoiding Meng Yiran's flying kick. At the same time, he clenched his right fist, gathered power in his arm, and tensed his muscles.
At this moment, Meng Yiran's body was completely exposed to his view. He could attack any part of her body and defeat her in one blow.
Lin Kong's gaze met Meng Yiran's in mid-air. Time seemed to slow down at that moment, and the shame and indignation in her eyes, and the calm and hesitation in his eyes, were clearly reflected in each other's eyes.
Even as Meng Yiran's body grazed past him, Lin Kong's fist, which he had been gathering power for, ultimately did not come out.
With a flick of his wrist, several supple, Dark Blue Silver Grass quietly sprouted from the ground, like gentle arms, steadily supporting Meng Yiran about to hit the ground, cushioning the force of her fall and preventing her from suffering a humiliating fall.
See?
She couldn't even control her landing after a flying kick, clearly having completely lost her sense of proportion.
Lin Kong took a step back and calmly said, "I used my Martial Soul. I concede."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried throughout the entire venue.
Continuing to fight like this is really pointless.
This will only make Meng Yiran more ashamed and angry, causing her to completely lose her temper, and the situation will become increasingly out of control.
He just summoned the Dark Blue Silver Grass to catch her, voluntarily admitting defeat; that should calm her down a bit, right?
The Dark Blue Silver Grass slowly shrank back to the ground, and Meng Yiran emerged from the grass. She bit her lower lip hard, staring intently at Lin Kong, and took firm steps toward him.
Lin Kong subconsciously swallowed, his steps involuntarily taking a step back, then he forcibly stopped himself. He sighed inwardly: Oh well, he didn't lose anything anyway, let her vent her anger.
Meng Yiran walked up to Lin Kong, clenched her fists tightly until her knuckles turned white from the force, took a deep breath, and punched Lin Kong in the face with all her might.
Everyone held their breath, thinking the farce was about to escalate.
The anticipated impact did not occur.
The fierce wind from the punch only ruffled the hair on Lin Kong's forehead before the fist stopped abruptly just half an inch from his nose.
Meng Yiran slowly withdrew her fist, looking at Lin Kong with resentment. Her breathing was still rapid, and her chest heaved slightly with excitement. " Lin Kong, you wait!"
After saying that, she turned and walked past the Lin Kong, heading towards Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang.
"He's clearly lost, yet he acts like this. What kind of person is he!" Oscar couldn't help but mutter under his breath.
But those words, of all people, clearly reached Meng Yiran's ears.
Her steps suddenly stopped.
The Shrek members' hearts skipped a beat simultaneously: Oh no! Is Meng Yiran about to cause trouble again?
Meng Yiran turned around and stepped back, until she stood next to Lin Kong again.
To everyone's astonishment, she actually spoke up and said, "I lost."
Although his tone carried a hint of resentment, it also revealed a rare frankness.
"Actually, I lost." Lin Kong quickly waved his hand, conceding defeat.
But before he could finish speaking, something unexpected happened.
Beep!
A soft, warm touch suddenly landed on Lin Kong's cheek.
Meng Yiran actually tiptoed and quickly kissed him on the cheek!
After doing all this, she seemed to have been burned, and ran quickly into the depths of the forest, leaving everyone with only a flustered back view and earlobes that were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.
" Lin Kong, you wait! I'll settle the score with you later!"
Her voice came from afar, trembling slightly.
"We're leaving." Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang exchanged a glance, shook their heads helplessly, and quickly followed, secretly protecting their emotionally distraught granddaughter.
Silence returned to the woods.
Swish!
All eyes of everyone at Shrek Academy were fixed on Lin Kong, staring at him intently with expressions of shock, gossip, and disbelief.
Lin Kong: "..."
He was completely stunned.
Who could have imagined things would turn out this way?
What happened was just a simple sparring match, and no bets were mentioned beforehand, so how did I suddenly get kissed?
He raised his hand and touched his cheek where he had been kissed, feeling as if the warm touch still lingered on the panel, his mind filled with confusion.