Chapter 171 - 168: Jujutsu

As a Master of Fist.

Flora trains her fists, feet, shoulders, knees, and other parts of the body, making her limbs her strongest weapon in battle.

Nurturing Summoned Beasts is a skill that Summoners must master.

Compared to Dark Elves and Inferior Demons, Flora’s means of acquiring power seem meager. She cannot rely on devouring like Inferior Demons to enhance her strength, nor can she rely on rituals to gain the attention of Divine Spirits.

The Dance Goddess is different from Rose. While Rose is a predator lurking in the shadows, seizing every opportunity to increase her power, the Dance Goddess pursues sensual indulgence. Compared to the bloody rituals, she prefers an open and extravagant festival.

A few handsome men, or a decadent union, would attract her attention, thereby bestowing power to enhance the strength of her believers.

Flora and the Dance Goddess are fundamentally different.

The Cat Race believes in the Dance Goddess mainly because of racial reasons. Compared to these honest Cat People, the true believers of the Dance Goddess come from some inherently chaotic species.

The more chaotic, the happier.

This is a phrase often on the lips of cats and the Dance Goddess.

In such a situation, Flora can only rely on herself. She grows through combat, and life-or-death situations with high pressure force her potential to be developed time and time again.

And now...

The ogre in front of her undoubtedly becomes the perfect opponent.

The ogre’s face flickers unpredictably, its eyes gradually gleaming with fierce cold light. Its throat moves, and overwhelming power slowly spills out from its body.

Because of her petite body, Flora was mistaken by the other as a weak woman. Undoubtedly, she was underestimated.

That is indeed the case; for an ogre, Flora’s stature is not even enough to make a meal.

"si... ju..."

The roaring language spews from the ogre’s mouth, translating to human language, it would be something insulting.

Ogres admire strength. In the eyes of ordinary people, Flora may be a beauty, but to ogres, she is no different from a skinny chick.

Strange aesthetics.

This suggests that even if an ogre needs to reproduce, Flora, if captured, is destined to be eaten.

The male ogre’s pupils glowed red with bloodlust, making it extremely frenzied. It raised the wooden club in its hand, clearly entering a state of Frenzy. Its comrades spread out, knowing well that when it loses control, anyone could be in danger.

Flora’s eyes emitted a cold glint, with six pale golden whisker marks spreading across her face. With full firepower, her claws showed their nails one by one.

The next moment, her speed increased again, her momentum charging fearlessly ahead.

Collision!

At the same time, the ogre fiercely swung down the wooden club, aiming straight at Flora’s head. The sturdy club was so solid that, if it hit, half of Flora’s body could be crushed.

At the critical moment, Flora twisted her waist, dodging the club in a bizarre manner. In the next second, her hands clung to the club, her back legs pushed, and she leaped up!

"Meow!!"

Flora’s voice was icy, her speed unbelievably fast. In a flash, she straddled forward, standing on the ogre’s shoulder.

"ih..."

Though it was furious, the ogre remained clear-headed, quickly waving its arm to drive Flora off. However, Flora gripped its head with her legs, then suddenly bent backward.

"Crack!"

"Roar..."

A scream.

Under this terrifying onslaught, the ogre was unsteady, falling down. At the same time, there was a twisting sound from its neck, though it wasn’t dead, its neck had suffered severe damage, temporarily unable to move properly.

——"Jujutsu!"

Masters of Fist are adept in all combat techniques. They swiftly approach their target for an attack, causing suffocation or breaking of bones.

A whistling gust swept overhead, along with a foul stench. The smell from the ogre was odd, even more pungent than a pigsty.

Witnessing her husband being knocked down, the nearby female ogre immediately retaliated. It swung a palm like a millstone towards Flora.

Flora couldn’t evade, crossing her hands to defend in front of her; with a slap, her whole body was sent flying three or four meters, leaving two deep footprints on the ground.

"Meow!"

Flora let out a muffled groan, having defused some of the ogre’s power. Without using her arms to block, she could have been severely injured by it.

Flora gritted her teeth, her eyes focused without a hint of distraction.

As her blood surged, the fur on her tail bristled.

Flora’s body underwent a bizarre transformation; her back lowered gradually, the tail that used to droop now raised and swayed behind her hips. Her glowing eyes were unsettling, and in the heat of battle, her disheveled ponytail danced with fierce energy, her expression as changeable as jade—gorgeous and dazzling. Alongside came a suffocating oppressive stillness.

She got serious.

The more precarious the situation, the more Flora’s fighting spirit was ignited. Now, she seemed completely like a small kitten whose dish of fish had been overturned.

Speed decides everything!

Flora’s strength didn’t diminish as she charged forward, her fist like a hammer aimed straight at the female ogre’s chest. Her speed surpassed human sight; a flash of lightning arced between them as Flora followed through, punching the ogre’s chest.

Thump!

Heavily injured, the ogre staggered and fell to the ground, even bleeding from the mouth. Clearly, it sustained severe damage from the previous move.

With two consecutive moves, Flora managed to drive back the ogre couple. Although part of this was due to their underestimation, Flora’s jujutsu and frenzy were indeed worthy of notice.

"oi..."

"xu..."

The two ogres let out a wail, struggling to stand up. The thick fat on them meant their life wasn’t taken despite being knocked down.

They fell.

Climbing from the ground, the ogres’ eyes showed astonishing ferocity and madness, clearly on the verge of a frenzy, just about to awaken their latent frenzied genes.

"Woo woo..."

However, just as the adult ogres were about to go all out, a pitiful sound suddenly came from the side. At some point, the young ogre had been pinned down by the Thunder Prison Dragon Lion, and Chen Feng’s foot was stepping on the ogre’s head.

The battlefield suddenly fell silent.

Chen Feng raised his head, his face showing no tension. Perhaps not expecting the fight to stop, he opened his palm, shaking it from bottom to top, revealing a look:

You all continue, don’t mind me.