Chapter 344 The Humiliation of Wang Qiu'er.
"Ah~!" Wang Qiu'er screamed, her anger erupting once more. Even though her soul power was completely depleted, her jade hands were once again covered in golden dragon scales. Her dragon claws shot out, grabbing at Wu Xuan, who had just landed in front of her.
Wang Qiu'er's hands, transformed into dragon claws, were no longer the power of her martial soul, but the power of her bloodline. Only bloodline power could be maintained without any soul power.
The elderly Mu and Xuan exchanged a glance, both showing shock, as they sensed the pressure and tension emanating from the martial soul. The bloodline ability Wang Qiu'er displayed was not some golden bloodline, but an unimaginable dragon bloodline.
Seeing the vicious Wang Qiu'er, Wu Xuan suppressed the urge to retaliate. A low murmur suddenly rang out, "Whirlwind~ Defense!"
A verdant whirlwind swirled back, enveloping him like a protective shield.
"Sizzle~!" A piercing noise, like a sharp weapon scraping glass, rang out. Wu Xuan's whirlwind defense showed signs of being penetrated.
"Hey! Stop it! If you hit me again, I'll fight back!" Wu Xuan glared at Wang Qiu'er, issuing his final ultimatum.
"Die!" Wang Qiu'er shouted, increasing her strength as her dragon claws pierced through the protective shield formed by Wu Xuan's whirlwind defense. At the same time, she launched a long leg upwards, sweeping it towards Wu Xuan's chest.
Wang Qiu'er was already tall and slender, at least 1.8 meters tall, definitely among the tallest female soul masters in the inner courtyard. The height of this sweeping kick was level with Wu Xuan's neck.
Feeling the sound of the wind rushing towards him, Wu Xuan reacted first, leaning back sharply to the side. Wang Qiu'er's sweeping kick grazed past the hem of his clothes. The two were so close that Wu Xuan could faintly hear Wang Qiu'er's slightly heavy breathing.
Enraged, Wu Xuan disregarded everything else; if she dared to attack, then so be it!
Wu Xuan's right leg, which he had raised that night, bent inward, and his right knee thrust forward, deflecting Wang Qiu'er's high kick that was about to land.
The sudden force nearly knocked Wang Qiu'er over.
Without hesitation, Wu Xuan took a step forward and struck Wang Qiu'er with a palm. This was a simple fist and foot attack; Wu Xuan didn't use any external force.
To be fair, Wang Qiu'er had a fiery temper, and her attack style was relentless, only advancing and never retreating. Facing the force of Wu Xuan's palm strike, Wang Qiu'er crossed her arms in front of her, blocking the blow.
This close-quarters combat drew frequent glances from the crowd. The reason was simple: compared to flashy soul skills, this kind of brutal close-quarters combat was far more visually appealing.
Wu Xuan snorted coldly, his figure flashing before Wang Qiu'er's dragon claws could reach her again. He swept his leg forward, swift and deadly, knocking Wang Qiu'er to the ground.
In the next instant, Wu Xuan appeared behind Wang Qiu'er, grabbing her wrists and pressing her down with his knees, pinning her to the ground. This position, viewed up close, was undeniably humiliating for a girl.
"Do you admit defeat?" Wu Xuan's expression was cold, showing no mercy.
"No!" Wang Qiu'er twisted and struggled fiercely. Her usually aloof demeanor was now marred by tears welling in her reddened eyes.
As a legendary imperial beast blessed with good fortune, almost no soul beast in the Star Dou Great Forest dared to defy her. She could devour anyone's brain at will, and the devoured soul beasts wouldn't even offer a resistance.
But since meeting this human before her, the fortune she possessed seemed to have stopped favoring her. Why was this? And how could she, who could glimpse fate, not see through the fate of this human before her?
He was just an ordinary human with great talent, possessing neither a powerful bloodline nor a legendary martial soul like hers! Yet why was he so much stronger than her, so strong that he could suppress her without even using the power of his 100,000-year soul ring?
Wang Qiu'er herself didn't know why seeing Wu Xuan interacting with other girls made her anxious and inexplicably angry.
"Ahem! Junior brother, let her go. This sparring is over." Yan Shaozhe's figure floated down, he hadn't expected the sparring to turn out this way either.
Wang Qiu'er's delicate body trembled slightly as she lay sprawled on the ground, her eyes misty with tears.
"Hmm!" Wu Xuan nodded, loosening his grip on Wang Qiu'er's hands slightly.
Feeling the weight lift from her back, Wang Qiu'er wiped away her tears and glared fiercely at Wu Xuan. Her long, pinkish-blue hair was now covered in dirt, and her black, gold-embroidered outfit was torn in several places.
"What, you still want to fight?" Wu Xuan coldly snorted, looking at Wang Qiu'er's expression.
"Wu Xuan, I hate you!" Wang Qiu'er screamed, sobbing as she rushed towards the edge of the arena. Without her soul power, she could only leave in the most primal way. At this moment, Wang Qiu'er's face was filled with grievance, like an ordinary girl who had been wronged.
Silence! The entire arena fell silent.
Even Elder Mu and the others were dumbfounded.
"What's wrong with this junior brother today? He shows no mercy to women at all!" Cai Meier looked at Wang Qiu'er, who was crying and running towards the edge of the martial arts arena, and couldn't help but feel puzzled. This didn't match what Xiao Tao had said! As her master's wife, she had naturally asked Ma Xiao Tao about Wu Xuan's situation. In Ma Xiao Tao's words, Wu Xuan was both gentle and considerate, practically the best partner in the world.
But what was going on here?
Wu Xuan didn't react at all and turned to walk towards Elder Mu and the others. There was no need for him to feel guilty. He had interacted with Wang Qiu'er, but he had no other intentions.
After all, Tang Buddha was still involved with her. He wouldn't jump into a fire pit that was out in the open. "Brother Xuan! So cool!" Qian Guming shouted excitedly. He had just been beaten badly by Wang Qiu'er, but Wu Xuan had avenged him.
He never expected that the violent woman would cry.
Qian Guming's shout naturally drew glares from the people around him.
Wu Xuan slowly approached Elder Mu and Elder Xuan, giving a slight bow.
"Teacher, Elder Xuan."
"Hmm, you young people are truly energetic," Elder Mu chuckled. He naturally saw through Wang Qiu'er's hidden thoughts, because only when someone cares about another would they act so obsessively. Like an old friend of his. He was willing to be an accomplice to evil for the person he cared about.
"You rascal!" Elder Xuan shook his head with a laugh. In his view, wasn't Wu Xuan's action a form of rejection?
Cai Mei'er, standing to the side, said nothing more. The young people should handle their own affairs; there was no need for them, as elders, to interfere.
(End of Chapter)