Chapter 22: Roaming Dragons of the Eight Desolations
Han Shuangjiang, realizing what was happening, immediately retreated two steps.
Her previously focused gaze shifted instantly.
It turned to disgust, disdain, and contempt.
Let’s not forget that due to various experiences, Chu Huaixu had a slight “misogyny,” and she had a slight “misandry.”
“Utterly disgusting!” Han Shuangjiang looked at him with loathing, her mood plummeting.
Even though that dirty big hand was stopped by Chu Huaixu, she still almost got goosebumps.
Liu Chengqi looked down at his wrist, and a nameless rage surged within him.
Chu Huaixu’s words and Han Shuangjiang’s gaze both deeply wounded him.
It was as if he were some lewd and vulgar person.
How could the self-proclaimed suave Liu Chengqi tolerate this?
Chu Huaixu, on the other hand, looked at Han Shuangjiang’s expression and inexplicably recalled a very ancient anime – “Making a Disgusted Face to Show Panties.”
“Her disgusted face is truly amazing,” he thought.
At this moment, Liu Chengqi glared, forcefully shaking his wrist to break free.
As a result, this junior brother with a smile actually had quite a bit of strength.
“Let go,” he said coldly.
“Senior Brother Liu, touching is enough, after all, there’s a difference between men and women.” Chu Huaixu didn’t release him, his smile still on his face.
Liu Chengqi felt even more embarrassed. “I was kindly teaching her martial arts, diligently guiding and correcting her. Don’t speculate about me with such dirty thoughts!”
“If I hadn’t touched her, do you think she could have found the power position for [Roaming Dragons of the Eight Desolations]?”
Chu Huaixu glanced at him sideways, always feeling like the person in front of him was a unscrupulous personal trainer at a gym.
Interestingly, such trainers often managed to get a little something.
They would use physical contact to test if the other person also had a restless heart.
This Liu Chengqi in front of him was likely a repeat offender.
And due to some reasons, he had probably succeeded many times, which was why he was so confident and arrogant.
Chu Huaixu found something a little strange. “Why do so many people recommend learning martial arts from him, and he still has such rave reviews?”
“I only asked men along the way, I didn’t ask about ‘fire chickens’!”
At this moment, seeing that this guy with a foxy face still didn’t let go, Liu Chengqi’s expression grew even more sullen.
“Junior Brother Chu, as your senior brother teaching you martial arts, don’t be ungrateful. If you don’t let go, don’t blame me for being impolite!”
Han Shuangjiang watched from the side, a bad premonition stirring in her heart.
As expected, she saw Chu Huaixu holding the man’s wrist with his right hand and casually digging at his ear with his left.
“Senior Brother Liu, how your words sound to me makes me very uncomfortable.”
His right hand suddenly exerted force, tightly gripping Liu Chengqi’s wrist, and he looked down at him with a sideways glance:
“Didn’t I fucking pay?”
You fucking sell classes, and you’re acting high and mighty with me!
Han Shuangjiang stood by, her heart instantly filled with worry.
She was concerned about Chu Huaixu’s safety, fearing he would get hurt.
Ultimately, he was standing up for her.
But for some reason, she suddenly recalled the scenes from their journey here.
She remembered him calmly saying, “I’ve killed before!”
When Han Shuangjiang was still at [Hongxiu Zhao], there was once a distinguished guest who came, the only son of General Wei Yuan.
The madam had called the top courtesan into the room in advance, telling her to serve him carefully.
“This young master from General Wei Yuan’s family is handsome and kind, but you must do your best to please him, and be even more cautious, understand?”
“Some people have the appearance of a crane but the heart of a falcon. Don’t be deceived by their appearance, or you’ll suffer!”
At that time, the young Han Shuangjiang learned a new idiom – “the heart of a falcon, the appearance of a crane”!
She looked at Chu Huaixu and inexplicably thought of this phrase.
However, internally, it wasn’t meant negatively.
At this moment, Liu Chengqi coldly snorted, and his other hand suddenly struck forward, initiating physical contact.
Private fights were forbidden in the outer sect, yet this Senior Brother Liu seemed fearless.
This made Chu Huaixu remain wary, but he was still not afraid.
He released Liu Chengqi’s wrist, dodged back slightly, and precisely avoided the palm strike, only hearing the whistling wind of the palm.
Liu Chengqi was slightly shocked; he didn’t expect his own experienced attempt to fail!
This person named Chu looked unfamiliar; he must have joined not long ago.
Logically, at most, he would have just entered the Meridian-Opening Stage.
“How can his movements be so agile?” Liu Chengqi was puzzled.
Could it be that he was also a martial artist from the mortal world?
But if he was a martial artist, why would he come to me to spend money learning useless things!
“Coincidence, it must be a coincidence!”
Liu Chengqi shouted furiously, “Since you say I’ve taken money, then I’ll let you properly experience the power of [Boundless Heaven-and-Earth Eight Trigrams Palm]!”
It’s unclear if this guy was naturally chuunibyo or if he was so used to teaching that he still called out the names of his moves every time he attacked.
Silly players also loved to do this; it felt incomplete if they didn’t shout it out.
“[Misty Flying Flowers]!”
Chu Huaixu dodged again, another precise evasion.
Han Shuangjiang watched from the side, thinking it was fortunate there was no real danger.
But after this happened multiple times, even the slowest person would notice his peculiarity.
It couldn’t be helped, after all, his control over his body had reached its peak.
Even when he was still an ordinary person, he could kill Xue Hu from the Police Office with one knife, let alone now?
A six-aperture expert, is that so impressive?
Chu Huaixu had added another point to his [Physique] attribute and was practicing the dual cultivation of [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 “companion player” in [Sword Borrowing Art], he often “started new accounts,” and Chu Huaixu had exceptionally rich experience in low-level combat.
When Liu Chengqi shouted “Palm Thunder Moves” again, Chu Huaixu, as if he had predicted it, had already sidestepped to create an opening and then punched forward.
He didn’t shout it out, but he felt that his momentum shouldn’t be lost, and he wasn’t using any special moves or skills, so he could only shout in his heart:
“Normal attack!!”
This punch landed squarely on Liu Chengqi’s lower abdomen, almost bending him into a shrimp shape, his entire body hunched over.
This Senior Brother Liu opened his mouth wide, letting out a dry gagging sound.
An endless rage began to spread; his former pleasant demeanor was completely gone.
Liu Chengqi had been in the outer sect for many years, always being flattered, and had never endured such humiliation or received such a beating.
He endured the pain, his eyes began to be bloodshot, and the veins on his neck bulged.
His voice rough, he put forth both palms: “[Boundless Heaven-and-Earth]!”
This was the final move.
“Be careful!” Han Shuangjiang cried out from the side, truly losing her composed demeanor now.
The two were too close, and Liu Chengqi attacked too quickly.
This was essentially a counterattack at point-blank range after taking Chu Huaixu’s punch.
He couldn’t dodge it, absolutely couldn’t dodge it!
However, if she could realize this, how could the experienced Chu Huaixu not know?
He didn’t care at all about this.
In games, wasn’t this just trading blows with the opponent?
He now only cared about how big the opponent’s opening was!
In a flash, relying on his excellent body control, Chu Huaixu twisted his body to the side with a somewhat exaggerated movement.
His eyes narrowed, those dark pupils fixed intently on Liu Chengqi’s eyes.
Even though he was trying his best to avoid it, half of the palm strike couldn’t be dodged, and a sharp pain shot through his waist.
However, his tolerance for pain seemed to have increased by a small notch.
Unlike Liu Chengqi’s gagging after being heavily punched, Chu Huaixu didn’t even let out a groan.
He punched forward again, then swept his right leg downwards.
The already unsteady Liu Chengqi instantly lost his footing and began to fall backward.
Just as he was falling back about 20 degrees, Chu Huaixu’s large hand suddenly grabbed his flamboyant white robe with the golden trim and lifted him up.
Under the immense force, Liu Chengqi’s body was indeed lifted a bit.
Chu Huaixu was naturally not being kind and trying to steady him.
His hand gripping the robe suddenly loosened, then he raised his elbow back, his right hand loosening into a palm, and slammed it forcefully onto Liu Chengqi’s chest!
The angle of the palm strike was very strange, yet Liu Chengqi found it strangely familiar.
With a boom, he was knocked to the ground by Chu Huaixu’s palm.
Throughout the entire process of falling, that large hand pressed firmly on his chest; he was essentially forced to the ground by that palm strike.
Rib after rib cracked.
Under Han Shuangjiang’s incredulous gaze, and in Liu Chengqi’s eyes filled with terror, Chu Huaixu, who had been silent until now, finally spoke slowly, his voice calm, his face betraying no emotion, and said word by word:
“[Roaming Dragons of the Eight Desolations].”
