Han Shuangjiang, who had come to her senses, immediately took two steps back.
Her once focused gaze changed in an instant.
It turned into disgust, disdain, contempt...
Donât forget, due to various past experiences, Chu the Play Companion was slightly misogynistic, and she had a slight misandry.
âUtterly disgusting!â Han Shuangjiang looked at him with revulsion, her mood plunging to rock bottom in an instant.
Although that filthy big hand had been stopped by Chu Huaixu, she still nearly got goosebumps.
Liu Chengqi glanced down at his own wrist, and an inexplicable fury surged in his chest.
Chu Huaixuâs words and Han Shuangjiangâs expression had deeply stung him.
As if he were some kind of lecherous pervert.
Self-styled as a romantic, Liu Chengqi couldnât stand this.
Chu Huaixu was different. Looking at Han Shuangjiangâs expression, he was inexplicably reminded of an ancient animeââThat Disgusted Face Showing Panties.â
âShe really nails that look of disgust,â he thought.
At this moment, Liu Chengqi glared furiously and forcefully jerked his wrist, trying to break free.
To his surprise, this smiling junior brother actually had quite a bit of strength.
âLet go,â he said coldly.
âSenior Brother Liu, just touching is enough, after all, there is a difference between men and women,â Chu Huaixu didnât let go, still smiling.
Liu Chengqiâs face could no longer hold up: âIâm sincerely teaching her martial arts, carefully correcting mistakes. Donât judge me with such filthy intentions!â
âIf I hadnât stepped in, do you think she couldâve found the exertion point for theăEight Wastelands Wandering Dragonă?â
Hearing this, Chu Huaixu cast him a sidelong glance, suddenly feeling like the man standing in front of him was a shady personal trainer from a gym.
Amusingly, those kinds of trainers often managed to get some action now and then.
Using physical contact to probe whether the other party also had a restless heart.
This Liu Chengqi seemed like a repeat offender.
And probably, for some reason, had succeeded many times beforeâhence the self-centered arrogance.
What puzzled Chu Huaixu was: âWhy do so many people recommend coming to him to learn martial arts? How does he have such glowing reviews?â
âAlong the way, I asked only men, didnât ask roast chicken.â
Now, seeing this fox-faced guy still refusing to let go, Liu Chengqiâs expression grew even darker.
âJunior Brother Chu, Iâm teaching you martial arts. Donât be ungrateful. If you still wonât let go, donât blame me for being rude!â
Han Shuangjiang stood to the side, a vague sense of unease rising in her heart.
Sure enough, she saw Chu Huaixuâs right hand gripping the otherâs wrist, while his left hand casually picked at his ear.
âSenior Brother Liu, your words just sound so unpleasant to me,â he said.
His right hand suddenly clenched tighter, locking down Liu Chengqiâs wrist, and he looked at him with disdain in his eyes:
âDid I not fucking pay?â
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Youâre a fucking course-seller, and youâre putting on airs with me?
Han Shuangjiang stood to the side, and worry surged in her heart in an instant.
She was worried for Chu Huaixuâs safety, afraid he might get hurt.
After all, he was standing up for her.
But for some reason, she suddenly recalled the scenes along their journey here.
She remembered his calm words... âKilled before.â
Back when Han Shuangjiang was atăRed Sleeves Beckonă, a noble guest had once arrivedâit was the only son of General Wei Yuan.
The madam had called the courtesan in advance, telling her to be careful while serving.
âThat son of General Wei Yuan is handsome and kind, but you must win his favor. Be extra cautious, understand?â
âSome people, they have hearts of owls and looks of cranes. Donât be fooled by appearances, or youâll suffer for it!â
At that time, the young Han Shuangjiang had learned a new idiomââhearts of owls, looks of cranes.â
Looking at Chu Huaixu now, she inexplicably thought of that phrase again.
However, there was no derogatory meaning in his heart.
At that moment, Liu Chengqi let out a cold snort, and his other hand suddenly struck forward, making a direct move.
Private fighting was forbidden in the outer sect, yet this Senior Brother Liu seemed utterly unafraid.
This made Chu Huaixu all the more cautious, though he still felt no fear.
He released his grip on Liu Chengqiâs wrist and leaned slightly back, dodging just in time to avoid the palm strike, hearing only the wind of the blow.
Liu Chengqi was slightly shockedâhe didnât expect to miss despite his experience!
That Chu fellow looked unfamiliar, clearly a recent entrant to the sect.
Logically, he shouldnât be beyond the early stage of Qi-opening.
âHow is his movement so agile?â Liu Chengqi was baffled.
Could it be that he had martial training in the mortal world?
But if he did, why would he pay me to learn martial arts?
âIt must be a coincidence!â
Liu Chengqi shouted angrily, âSince you say I took your money, then let me show you the might of the Heaven-Earth Infinite Bagua Palm!â
It was unclear if this guy was naturally theatrical or just used to teaching, but every time he made a move, he shouted the name of the technique.
The silly players loved doing this tooâif they didnât shout it, it just didnât feel right.
âăMist-Shrouded Flying Flowersă!â
Chu Huaixu dodged again, once more evading perfectly.
Han Shuangjiang watched from the side, relieved there was no danger.
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But after seeing it happen several times, even a fool could tell something was off.
After all, this was bodily control to an extreme degree.
Back when he was just an ordinary person, he could kill Patrol Bureauâs Xue Hu with one strikeâhow much more now?
A six-orifice cultivator? Whatâs so impressive about that?
Chu Huaixu had added 1 point to hisăPhysiqueăattribute and was cultivating the internal-external refining Sword Refining Art, making his physical condition excellent.
Even if there was a gap between him and Liu Chengqi, he could make up for it with perfect body control.
Moreover, as a veteran Play Companion of Borrowed Sword, he was always openingăNew Accountsăâhis low-level combat experience was extremely rich.
Just as Liu Chengqi shouted âPalm Thunder Roars,â Chu Huaixu, as if he had anticipated it, sidestepped early to create an opening, then swung his fist forward.
He didnât shout aloud, but felt he couldnât lose in momentum; plus, he hadnât used any named technique, so he could only shout inwardly:
âBasic Attack!!â
This punch landed solidly on Liu Chengqiâs lower abdomen, almost bending him into a shrimp shape as he doubled over.
Senior Brother Liu opened his mouth wide, retching dryly.
Rage surged uncheckedâhe no longer had any of his previous gentle demeanor.
Liu Chengqi had been in the outer sect for years, always flattered by others, never humiliated or beaten like this.
He endured the pain, blood vessels popping in his eyes, the veins on his neck bulging.
His voice turned hoarse, both palms striking together: âăHeaven-Earth Infiniteă!â
This was the final move.
âWatch out!â Han Shuangjiang cried out from the side, no longer cold like an ice queen.
The two were too close, and Liu Chengqiâs strike was too fast.
It was a retaliatory move immediately after being punched by Chu Huaixuâalmost point-blank.
There was no way to dodge itâabsolutely none!
But if even she could see that, how could the experienced Chu Huaixu not know?
He didnât care at all.
In gaming terms, this was just trading blows with the enemy!
All he cared about now was whether the opponent had a big enough opening!
In a flash, Chu Huaixu twisted his body with an exaggerated motion, relying on superb bodily control.
His eyes narrowed, those pitch-black pupils locked onto Liu Chengqiâs gaze.
Even though he dodged with all his might, half a palm still landedâpain shot through his waist.
However, his pain tolerance seemed to have climbed up a notch.
Unlike Liu Chengqi, who dry-heaved from the punch, Chu Huaixu didnât even grunt.
He launched another punch forward, then swept his right leg down.
Liu Chengqi, already off-balance, instantly lost his footing and began to fall backward.
Just as he tilted back about twenty degrees, Chu Huaixu grabbed the golden-edged robe he wore and yanked it upward.
With such force, Liu Chengqiâs body was actually lifted a bit.
Naturally, Chu Huaixu had no intention of helping him steady himself.
He abruptly released the robe, raised his elbow, loosened his five fingers into a palm, and slammed it onto Liu Chengqiâs chest!
The angle of the strike was strange, yet familiar to Liu Chengqi.
With a loud crash, he was slammed to the ground by Chu Huaixuâs palm.
During the entire fall, that big hand pressed firmly on his chestâit could be said he was pinned down by that palm.
One rib after another broke.
Under Han Shuangjiangâs incredulous gaze and Liu Chengqiâs terrified eyes, the silent Chu Huaixu finally spoke slowly.
His voice was calm, face emotionless, as he enunciated:
âăEight Wastelands Wandering Dragonă.â
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