Chapter 131 - 117. Just a Destructive Witch

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The sensation of being pinned down by Mu Qingtong was far from pleasant. This woman had skillfully locked all his joints so that any slight movement caused his strength to dissipate, leaving his body incredibly sore and weak. Xia Feng tentatively struggled with his arms, but his wrists were firmly pinned above his head, leaving his underarms exposed, and forcing his chest up. He clenched his teeth and stiffened his abdomen, trying to push Mu Qingtong off, but it was ineffective. The woman’s core strength was as formidable as his; once she gained the upper hand, she could firmly suppress him. "Mr. Xia, have you had enough?" Strands of silver-white hair fell on Xia Feng’s sweaty, panting face. The stunning woman with golden eyes looked down on him from above, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips. A flicker of annoyance passed through Xia Feng’s dark eyes, but he suddenly smiled, "Miss Mu, don’t force me to resort to some dirty tricks." Dirty tricks? Mu Qingtong was stunned for a moment, and the man’s face reflected in her pupils suddenly lifted! "!!" Mu Qingtong quickly dodged by throwing her head back, but this movement caused her to involuntarily loosen her grip on her lower body, and with a thud— Xia Feng seized the moment, suddenly thrusting his hips to pin the silver-haired woman beneath him. Just as he was about to use the same technique to lock all her joints, Mu Qingtong suddenly dipped her head and bit into his neck! "Hisss—" Caught off guard, Xia Feng’s lower body strength gave way, and the two began to roll on the ground. Their struggle carried them from the doorway to the empty center of the room. "Mu Qingtong! Are you a dog or what!" Xia Feng’s voice rang out in the darkness, filled with frustration and anger. "Heh~You were even thinking of forcibly kissing me, are you a pervert?" "That’s called tactics, do you understand tactics?" "Oh, this is also called tactics." The two verbally jousted for a while, but neither could claim victory. Xia Feng’s dark pupils widened as he craned his neck, the pain evident on his clenched jaw beneath his disheveled silver hair; he could feel her finally releasing his neck, yet he still felt as if ensnared by a venomous snake. Unable to use Spiritual Pressure or Spiritual Artifacts, the sheer physical confrontation rapidly drained their energy. After fighting to this point, both were utterly exhausted. In the darkness, only their intermittent breathing could be heard. "Mr. Xia, aren’t you going to admit defeat?" "Hehe~I can still fight another three hundred rounds!" In a silent stare-off, Mu Qingtong said resignedly, "Fine, since we can’t decide a winner, let’s call it a draw for today, Mr. Xia, please let me go." "You first." "No way, I let go and you’ll definitely attack me." Mu Qingtong shook her head; she knew him too well, especially since she had just bitten him, he’d surely think of retaliating suddenly. "Attack you? Am I that kind of person??" Xia Feng was clearly annoyed; this Evil Witch dared to doubt his character? "Fei." Seeing that there was no point in talking further, Mu Qingtong suddenly called out coldly. "Mistress, I’m here," a maid’s figure reformed above them. Xia Feng’s eyes sharpened, and he called out as well, "Red." A floating cleaver from afar swiftly flew in, transforming into a human figure, standing in front of the maid. Strangely, the maid’s outfit had changed; she was now dressed in a red and white classical maid’s uniform, a pristine white mask without any pattern affixed to her temple, her face sharp, with a tiny ’Fei’ character painted in magenta at the corner of her eyes. She didn’t make a move, merely tilting her head to look at the man and woman on the ground with a lazy, sincere tone: "The wise Fei God once said, without the friction of the body, where does the spark of the soul come from? Master, if you want to better understand your kind, I suggest you engage in deep physical friction with him~" "Fei, it looks like you want to be confined again." As Mu Qingtong’s cold voice followed, Xia Feng noticed that the woman straddling him suddenly transformed, becoming slightly petite. A strand of crimson hair fell on his neck, and the maid slowly looked up, her ruby-red mesmerizing pupils curved seductively, and her smooth arms lazily encircled Xia Feng’s neck. Just as Xia Feng’s pupils widened, she curved her lips with a sinister smile, her voice softly tempting, filled with bewitchment: "Listen to me, from this moment, you will hopelessly fall in love with—" Before she could finish, the red and white skirt suddenly disintegrated, and at the same time, Mu Qingtong’s icy shout resounded: "Scram." The maid turned into a clear red Spiritual Light and vanished. Xia Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, stood up, and looked suspiciously at Mu Qingtong; this woman indeed had some tricks up her sleeve just like him. But from Mu Qingtong’s attitude, this maid named ’Fei’ seemed somewhat uncontrollable. In their previous encounters, he remembered that ’Fei’ was always expressionless, valuing her words like gold but always obedient to Mu Qingtong. But now she had completely changed. "Continuing this duel makes no sense, let’s call it a draw, Mr. Xia, don’t you think?" "Actually, I think I had a slight edge." "?" Mu Qingtong really wanted to punch this guy again, she said quietly, "In that case, would Mr. Xia dare to have another round in a month?" Now that she had a fairly good idea of Xia Feng’s strength, she just needed a bit more time to rapidly grow, to gain the powerful force needed to pin Xia Feng to the ground and beat him! "Another round in a month..." Xia Feng raised an eyebrow, feeling Mu Qingtong’s spirited emotions, like someone willingly working overtime till midnight—a delightful feeling! Xia Feng smirked, yes, that’s it! Miss Mu, as long as you’re willing to work overtime, one day you’ll get the chance to ride on top of your Boss Xia! Xia Feng smiled faintly, nodded softly, "Alright, then, Miss Mu, let’s wait and see, looking forward to the day when you thoroughly defeat me." Defeat you? No, I want to control you! Mu Qingtong smiled faintly and walked out of the safe house. Afterward, Xia Feng didn’t linger in the villa for long, saying he had urgent matters and left early. The woman in the black dress stood in front of the villa gate, watching his departing figure, and smiled softly. Mr. Xia, it’s a pleasure to meet you, at least now I know that the world didn’t slack off when creating geniuses. * After leaving the villa, Xia Feng rushed home non-stop and started setting up the Teleportation Array. He couldn’t wait any longer; he had to quickly improve his spiritual power. Mu Qingtong and his Spiritual Artifacts, although both alpha, had different focuses on where their Spiritual Artifacts were advantageous; Mu Qingtong’s had the upper hand in the early stages. Xia Feng’s copy-snatching ability, however, was a developmental type; once the Spiritual Artifact Position increased, and each position had A-grade or even S-grade Spiritual Artifacts... Then he would be invincible. A mere Destructive Witch, he would flick her away~ But for now, he needed to figure out how to quickly enhance his spiritual power; as long as he had enough spiritual power, Mu Qingtong’s alpha-grade Spiritual Artifact would be useless in their next encounter. seaʀᴄh thё nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. He was already looking forward to the little witch’s surprised expression after being thwarted. The Array activated, the world spun. With a nervous heart, Xia Feng opened his eyes, returning once again to the Evil Dragon Space.

Chapter 131 - 117. Just a Destructive Witch

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