Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Chapter 411 - 395: Be Grateful It’s Daytime Now~

In Feng Yuhuai’s dictionary, the word "gratitude" doesn’t exist; kindness is nothing more than a seasoning in her mind.

In Feng Yuhuai’s understanding, the essence of "gratitude" is merely an exchange of interests tainted with the impurities of blood ties, wrapped in falseness.

Just like the endless expectations Feng Ju places on her, and her constant demands from him.

Therefore, the words from Tian Xiaohai’s mouth made her nauseous. The key is, she could tell Tian Xiaohai was serious, which made it even more disgusting.

Feng Yuhuai let out a cold sneer in her heart, disdaining to retort, responding instead with an elegant and indifferent demeanor.

She gently raised her slender, fair right hand, her index finger elegantly twirling like a conductor’s baton.

The red string on her fingertips seemed to come alive, instantly springing to life, swirling around her with an odd and beautiful rhythm.

It looked like some kind of peculiar martial art, with delicate precision in the transmission and control of strength.

Tian Xiaohai didn’t give it much thought. In this world, martial arts are vast like the sea, and using needle and thread as weapons is not uncommon. He just glanced a bit more, feeling that the red string was especially vivid.

The corners of Feng Yuhuai’s mouth lifted slightly, outlining a scornful arc:

"That was a joke, senior. Who wouldn’t want to keep winning on this platform?"

The burly referee stood between them, his sharp gaze briefly lingering on Tian Xiaohai, then said in a deep voice:

"Take note, she has revealed her weapon. If you need, you may also request to use one."

Tian Xiaohai shook his head. He raised his hand to grab the collar of his school uniform and tore it off with a slight ripping sound, carelessly tossing it aside.

Instantly, his bronze upper body was fully exposed to the air, like a sculpture weathered but solidly enduring.

The muscles crisscrossed on him, hard as cast iron, as if each muscle contained endless strength.

And that skin, rough as well-worn leather, every inch of texture clearly visible, covered in scars from practice, each varying in length and depth, silently telling of his days of relentless training.

"There’s no need. My diligently honed body is the most reliable weapon I have." Tian Xiaohai’s voice was low and powerful.

After speaking, he opened his mouth wide, like a starving beast hungrily devouring the air, taking a deep breath with such force that it seemed to draw in all the surrounding air in an instant.

As he inhaled, the energy and blood in his entire body surged, as if countless lumps of flesh undulated secretly beneath his skin, as if an invisible force was roaring through his body.

He strode forward, spreading his palms, his sinew and bones seemingly visible, demonstrating that he had mastered the art of the palm to his core, even the lines on his palm appearing as if carved by a knife.

He shook both hands, his breath descending into his throat and lower abdomen, the energy and blood in his chest and abdomen surging into his arms, and his ten fingers visibly swelled a circle larger.

First, they turned a bright crimson, then quickly shifted to a deep, heavy purple.

In the next moment, Tian Xiaohai stepped forward, his left hand descending like a millstone towards Feng Yuhuai’s head, while his right hand flicked and grabbed, like five steel rods reaching for Feng Yuhuai’s delicate waist.

"It ends here!"

Below the stage, Feng Mu withdrew his gaze indifferently, speaking softly.

He could tell that although Tian Xiaohai’s body was well-tempered, it was ultimately just flesh and blood in the face of that strange red string, hard to resist.

Even with everyone’s eyes on them, his foolish Imoto had to be cautious and couldn’t fully unleash her power.

Moreover, Feng Mu had once personally experienced the power of those red strings, and now seeing it again, its might was even greater than before, its killing intent more intense, as if countless wailing souls lurked within.

Feng Mu squinted his eyes, sighing inwardly:

"It seems that during this time, Imoto has been ’feasting’ quite a bit."

Consuming just one person might equal Tian Xiaohai’s three to five years of work, but his sister surely didn’t stop at just one?

Tian Xiaohai was already considered excellent and diligent, but he in no way matched up to someone with a ’cannibalistic bonus.’ To compete on equal terms, he must accept precise guidance from a seasoned master.

Feng Mu was calculating in his mind below the stage, while a sinister gust rushed towards Feng Yuhuai on the stage.

This time, Feng Yuhuai did not dodge; instead, she bowed her head, quirking her lips with a sinister smile.

Her footwork shifted, her figure moved, wild hair fluttered, and her soft body slumped into Tian Xiaohai’s arms.

Tian Xiaohai’s palm swung empty, the wind from his strike howling like a blade, scattering and breaking Feng Yuhuai’s black hair, strands of hair falling like rain of black ink.

Yet, in that instant, a red string like a venomous snake slipped through the scattered black hair, silently twining around his wrist.

The red string suddenly tightened, emitting a faint "hissing" sound, like some living thing greedily devouring flesh and blood.

Tian Xiaohai’s arm bulged with veins, and the blood vessels were severed in an instant by the red string, blood gushing like a fountain, staining the scattered hair a demonic red.

His face changed dramatically, the pain from his right wrist akin to broken bones, his expression twisted and horrific.

However, the touch from his fingertips made his heart sink—it wasn’t the softness of flesh, but an eerie dense tangle as if stabbed into a mess of tangled threads.

Tian Xiaohai’s pupils abruptly contracted, and he was shocked, wanting to lower his head to see clearly.

Before he could react, Feng Yuhuai’s body had already closed in like a phantom, her warm body filling his arms, obscuring his sight.

Feng Yuhuai’s sinister face rapidly enlarged before Tian Xiaohai’s eyes, her chillingly teasing voice reached his ears:

"Be grateful it is daytime, senior!"

Before Tian Xiaohai could comprehend the meaning of these words, he was lifted off the ground and flung into the air.

Feng Yuhuai’s movements were so fast they were nearly invisible; her right knee shot towards Tian Xiaohai’s abdomen like a cannon, her left elbow sweeping across his chest, immediately followed by her right palm chopping down on his shoulders like a knife.

Each strike was precise and ruthless, completing a deadly combo in an instant.

Tian Xiaohai’s body lost balance mid-air, a large mouthful of blood spewed from his mouth, the blood droplets drawing a tragic arc in the air.

Feng Yuhuai, however, didn’t stop. She pushed off the ground with both feet, her figure shooting upwards, her elbows swaying, her sleeves swelling like wind. Her wrists, concealed by her clothes, turned into a twisted circle of red string in 0.1 seconds, then quickly reverted to flesh and blood.

Her movements were as smooth as some bizarre dance, each detail imbued with deadly elegance.

In the next instant, her sleeves snaked out like serpents, her slim, white hands seemingly soft and boneless, yet, upon touching Tian Xiaohai’s body, unleashed terrifying power.

Her fingertips, like needles, struck Tian Xiaohai’s chest, scapula, and waist, each touch carrying the force to sever muscles and shatter bones.

Tian Xiaohai seemed struck by lightning, his body trembling violently in mid-air, blood gushing from his mouth, as if every blood vessel in his body were bursting at once.

Not letting up, Feng Yuhuai pursued Tian Xiaohai shooting into the air.

She forcefully stomped down with her right foot, the platform surface booming with a muffled thunder, web-like cracks spreading instantly.

Her elbow, as sharp as a chisel piercing cloth, with immense power, slammed against Tian Xiaohai’s back.

Top Spinning Elbow!

Crash—Crack—

Two consecutive chilling, crisp sounds echoed, as Tian Xiaohai’s body shot out like a kite with a broken string, his spine cracking under the heavy impact.

In the end, his figure floated down, seeming boneless, finally landing at the edge of the platform.

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