Chapter 22: Eight Wastelands Wandering Dragon
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...
Don’t forget, due to various past experiences, Chu the Play Companion was slightly misogynistic, and she had a slight misandry.
“Utterly disgusting!” 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 Huaixu’s words and Han Shuangjiang’s expression had deeply stung him.
As if he were some kind of lecherous pervert.
Self-styled as a romantic, Liu Chengqi couldn’t stand this.
Chu Huaixu was different. Looking at Han Shuangjiang’s expression, he was inexplicably reminded of an ancient anime—“That Disgusted Face Showing Panties.”
“She really nails that look of disgust,” 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.
“Let go,” he said coldly.
“Senior Brother Liu, just touching is enough, after all, there is a difference between men and women,” Chu Huaixu didn’t let go, still smiling.
Liu Chengqi’s face could no longer hold up: “I’m sincerely teaching her martial arts, carefully correcting mistakes. Don’t judge me with such filthy intentions!”
“If I hadn’t stepped in, do you think she could’ve found the exertion point for the【Eight Wastelands Wandering Dragon】?”
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 before—hence the self-centered arrogance.
What puzzled Chu Huaixu was: “Why do so many people recommend coming to him to learn martial arts? How does he have such glowing reviews?”
“Along the way, I asked only men, didn’t ask roast chicken.”
Now, seeing this fox-faced guy still refusing to let go, Liu Chengqi’s expression grew even darker.
“Junior Brother Chu, I’m teaching you martial arts. Don’t be ungrateful. If you still won’t let go, don’t blame me for being rude!”
Han Shuangjiang stood to the side, a vague sense of unease rising in her heart.
Sure enough, she saw Chu Huaixu’s right hand gripping the other’s wrist, while his left hand casually picked at his ear.
“Senior Brother Liu, your words just sound so unpleasant to me,” he said.
His right hand suddenly clenched tighter, locking down Liu Chengqi’s wrist, and he looked at him with disdain in his eyes:
“Did I not fucking pay?”
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You’re a fucking course-seller, and you’re 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 Huaixu’s 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... “Killed before.”
Back when Han Shuangjiang was at【Red Sleeves Beckon】, a noble guest had once arrived—it was the only son of General Wei Yuan.
The madam had called the courtesan in advance, telling her to be careful while serving.
“That son of General Wei Yuan is handsome and kind, but you must win his favor. Be extra cautious, understand?”
“Some people, they have hearts of owls and looks of cranes. Don’t be fooled by appearances, or you’ll suffer for it!”
At that time, the young Han Shuangjiang had learned a new idiom—“hearts of owls, looks of cranes.”
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 Chengqi’s 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 shocked—he didn’t expect to miss despite his experience!
That Chu fellow looked unfamiliar, clearly a recent entrant to the sect.
Logically, he shouldn’t be beyond the early stage of Qi-opening.
“How is his movement so agile?” 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?
“It must be a coincidence!”
Liu Chengqi shouted angrily, “Since you say I took your money, then let me show you the might of the Heaven-Earth Infinite Bagua Palm!”
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 too—if they didn’t shout it, it just didn’t feel right.
“【Mist-Shrouded Flying Flowers】!”
Chu Huaixu dodged again, once more evading perfectly.
Han Shuangjiang watched from the side, relieved there was no danger.
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 Bureau’s Xue Hu with one strike—how much more now?
A six-orifice cultivator? What’s so impressive about that?
Chu Huaixu had added 1 point to his【Physique】attribute 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 opening【New Accounts】—his low-level combat experience was extremely rich.
Just as Liu Chengqi shouted “Palm Thunder Roars,” Chu Huaixu, as if he had anticipated it, sidestepped early to create an opening, then swung his fist forward.
He didn’t shout aloud, but felt he couldn’t lose in momentum; plus, he hadn’t used any named technique, so he could only shout inwardly:
“Basic Attack!!”
This punch landed solidly on Liu Chengqi’s lower abdomen, almost bending him into a shrimp shape as he doubled over.
Senior Brother Liu opened his mouth wide, retching dryly.
Rage surged unchecked—he 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: “【Heaven-Earth Infinite】!”
This was the final move.
“Watch out!” Han Shuangjiang cried out from the side, no longer cold like an ice queen.
The two were too close, and Liu Chengqi’s strike was too fast.
It was a retaliatory move immediately after being punched by Chu Huaixu—almost point-blank.
There was no way to dodge it—absolutely none!
But if even she could see that, how could the experienced Chu Huaixu not know?
He didn’t 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 Chengqi’s gaze.
Even though he dodged with all his might, half a palm still landed—pain 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 didn’t 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 Chengqi’s 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 Chengqi’s 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 Huaixu’s palm.
During the entire fall, that big hand pressed firmly on his chest—it could be said he was pinned down by that palm.
One rib after another broke.
Under Han Shuangjiang’s incredulous gaze and Liu Chengqi’s terrified eyes, the silent Chu Huaixu finally spoke slowly.
His voice was calm, face emotionless, as he enunciated:
“【Eight Wastelands Wandering Dragon】.”
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