Han Shuangjiang, coming to her senses, immediately took two steps back. Her previously focused gaze changed in an instant. It turned to disgust, contempt, and disdain...
Don't forget, due to their various experiences,
Chu the companion had a slight aversion to women, and she had a slight aversion to men.
"Utterly disgusting!" Han Shuangjiang looked at him with loathing, her mood instantly hitting rock bottom.
Even though that filthy hand had been stopped by Chu Huaixu, she still almost broke out in goosebumps.
Liu Chengqi looked down at his own wrist, and a nameless fire ignited in his heart. Chu Huaixu's words and Han Shuangjiang's gaze both stung him deeply, as if he were some kind of lewd and vulgar person.
How could Liu Chengqi, who considered himself, the self-proclaimed romantic, tolerate this?
Chu Huaixu was different. Looking at Han Shuangjiang's expression, he was inexplicably reminded of a very ancient anime—I Want You To Make a Disgusted Face and Show Me Your Underwear.
"That disgusted face of hers is really something else," he thought.
At this moment, Liu Chengqi glared at him and shook his wrist with force, trying to break free. As it turned out, this smiling junior brother was surprisingly strong.
"Let go," he said coldly.
"Senior Brother Liu, touching me is one thing, but there should be some propriety between men and women," Chu Huaixu said, not letting go, a smile still on his face.
Liu Chengqi's face fell even further. "I am teaching her martial arts with the best intentions, pointing out her mistakes with care. Do not use such filthy thoughts to judge me!"
"If I don't use my hands, do you think she can find the point of force application for [Eight Desolates Roaming Dragon]?"
Hearing this, Chu Huaixu looked at him askance. He felt as if he were standing in front of a handsy personal trainer at a gym. The interesting thing was, this type of personal trainer could often get a taste of the goods. Physical contact was a way to probe whether the other party also had a restless heart.
The Liu Chengqi before him was likely a habitual offender. And it was highly possible that, for some reason, he had succeeded many times, which was why he was so overconfident and conceited.
What Chu Huaixu found a bit strange was: "Why did so many people recommend learning martial arts from him? How could he have such a stellar reputation with this kind of behavior?"
"I clearly asked only men on the way here, not any loose women."
At this moment, seeing that this foxy-faced guy still hadn't let go, Liu Chengqi's expression grew even darker.
"Junior Brother Chu, as your senior brother teaching you martial arts, you'd best not be ungrateful. If you don't let go now, don't blame me for getting rough!"
Han Shuangjiang watched from the side, a bad feeling rising in her heart.
Sure enough, she saw Chu Huaixu, still holding the other's wrist with his right hand, casually clean out his ear with his left.
"Senior Brother Liu, what you're saying... why does it sound so unpleasant to this junior brother?"
His right hand suddenly tightened, gripping Liu Chengqi's wrist like a vise. He looked down his nose at him and said with a sneer:
"Didn't I fucking pay you?"
...
...
You're just a guy selling a class, who the hell do you think you're posturing for!
Standing to the side, Han Shuangjiang's heart was instantly filled with worry. She was worried for Chu Huaixu's safety, afraid he would get hurt. Ultimately, he was standing up for her. But for some reason, she was suddenly reminded of the scenes from their journey here. She remembered his calm declaration... I have killed!
Back when Han Shuangjiang was still at [Red Sleeves Beckon], an important guest had once visited—the only son of the Valiant General. The madam had called the top courtesan into her room beforehand and told her to serve him carefully.
"This young master of the Valiant General's family is handsome and kind, but you must do everything to please him. You must be even more cautious, do you understand?"
"Some people have the heart of an owl and the appearance of a crane. Don't be deceived by their looks, or you'll be the one to suffer!"
At that time, the young Han Shuangjiang learned a new idiom—heart of an owl, appearance of a crane!
Looking at Chu Huaixu, she was inexplicably reminded of this phrase, though not with any negative connotation.
At this moment, Liu Chengqi let out a cold snort, and his other hand shot forward in a slap. He had attacked directly.
Private fights were forbidden in the outer sect, yet this Senior Brother Liu seemed to have no fear. This made Chu Huaixu even more wary, but he remained unafraid.
He released his grip on the man's wrist and dodged slightly backward, perfectly evading the palm strike, hearing only the wind from the blow.
Liu Chengqi was slightly shocked. He couldn't believe that he, an experienced fighter, had missed! This person surnamed Chu looked unfamiliar; he was definitely a new disciple. Logically, at most, he would just be at the beginning of the aperture-opening stage.
"How can his movements be so nimble?" Liu Chengqi was perplexed.
Could it be that he's also a martial artist from the mortal world? But if he's a martial artist, why would he spend money to learn this crap from me!
"A coincidence! It must be a coincidence!"
Liu Chengqi roared in anger, "Since you said I took your silver, then I'll let you witness the power of the 'Heaven and Earth Infinite Eight Trigrams Palm'!"
It was unclear if this guy was naturally a bit of a chuunibyou or if he had just gotten used to teaching, but every time he made a move, he would shout out its name. Goofball players actually loved to show off like this too; it just didn't feel right if you didn't shout.
"[Misty Fog Flying Flower]!"
Chu Huaixu dodged again, another perfectly timed evasion.
Han Shuangjiang watched from the side, feeling relieved that it was a close call. But after this happened several times, even a fool could see that he was special.
There was no helping it. His control over his body had reached the extreme. When he was still an ordinary person, he could kill the constabulary's Xue Hu with a single blow, let alone now.
A six-aperture expert? Is that supposed to be impressive?
Chu Huaixu had added 1 point to his [Physique] attribute and was cultivating the 'Sword Tempering Art', which trained both internally and externally. His physical qualities were excellent. Even if there was a gap between him and Liu Chengqi, he could make up for it with perfect body control.
What's more, as a veteran companion in "Borrowing a Sword", who loved to [roll new accounts], Chu Huaixu had an immense amount of low-level combat experience.
Just as Liu Chengqi shouted "[Thunder Rolls in the Palm]," Chu Huaixu seemed to anticipate it, sidestepping early to create an opening, then throwing a punch forward. He didn't shout anything out loud, but feeling that he couldn't lose in terms of presence, and since he wasn't really using any special moves or skills, he could only shout in his heart:
"[Normal Attack!!]"
The punch landed solidly on Liu Chengqi's abdomen, nearly doubling him over like a shrimp. The Senior Brother's mouth fell open as he let out a dry heave.
Rage began to spread without limit. Where was the spring-breeze-like demeanor from before? He, Liu Chengqi, had been in the outer sect for many years and had always been fawned over. He had never been so humiliated, never been beaten like this.
He grit his teeth against the pain, his eyes beginning to fill with blood vessels, the veins on his neck bulging. His voice was hoarse as he struck out with both palms. "[Heaven and Earth Infinite]!"
This was the last form.
"Watch out!" Han Shuangjiang cried out from the side, all traces of her ice-mountain demeanor gone.
The two were too close, and Liu Chengqi's attack was too fast. This was essentially a counter-attack launched at point-blank range after taking Chu Huaixu's punch.
He can't dodge it! There's no way he can dodge it!
But if even she could realize this, how could the experienced Chu Huaixu not know?
He didn't care about it at all. In a game, isn't this just trading HP with the enemy? Right now, all he cared about was how big the opponent's opening was!
In a flash of lightning, Chu Huaixu, relying on his superb body control, twisted his body to an almost exaggerated degree. His eyes narrowed, his dark pupils locking onto Liu Chengqi's eyes.
Even as he tried his best to evade, he couldn't dodge half of the palm strike. A sharp pain shot through his waist. However, it seemed his tolerance for pain had already risen a small step. Unlike Liu Chengqi, who had dry-heaved after taking a heavy punch, Chu Huaixu didn't even let out a grunt.
He threw another punch forward, followed by a low sweep with his right leg. Liu Chengqi, already staggering, instantly lost his balance and began to fall backward.
Just as he tilted back about 20 degrees, Chu Huaixu's large hand fiercely grabbed his stylish, gold-trimmed white robe and yanked it upward. With the immense force, Liu Chengqi's body was actually lifted up slightly.
Naturally, Chu Huaixu had no intention of kindly steadying him.
The large hand gripping the robe suddenly let go. He then brought his elbow back, opened his five fingers into a palm, and slammed it viciously into Liu Chengqi's chest!
The angle of the palm strike was bizarre, yet Liu Chengqi found it so familiar.
With a boom, he was slammed to the ground by Chu Huaixu's palm. Throughout the entire fall, the hand remained pressed firmly against his chest. One could say he was pinned to the ground by this single palm strike.
Rib after rib snapped.
Under Han Shuangjiang's incredulous gaze, and within Liu Chengqi's terrified eyes, the silent Chu Huaixu finally spoke slowly, his voice calm, his face showing neither joy nor anger. He spoke, word by word:
"[Eight Desolates Roaming Dragon]."