"Heh! So this is martial arts—so effortless!"
Su Ze let out a wicked chuckle, his ferocious gaze locked on the "Imaginary Su Ze" before him.
The horned demon's curse had faded.
Yet, his body bore countless wounds.
All from the "Imaginary Su Ze"!
For five straight hours, he'd battled his phantom self without pause.
His stamina barely dipped, only his breathing slightly quickened.
The reason?
His attacks consumed less energy than his War Demon bloodline recovered.
A punch cost 1 unit; his recovery exceeded 1.
Thus, his lack of a true finisher.
"Time to die!"
The terrifying ghost back loomed behind him. His muscles tensed and surged, teleporting him before the phantom. His left ankle powered a spin, strength coursing through his body, converging at his right toe.
War Ghost: Whirlwind Kick!
Refined from kickboxing's essence, this move was ferocious, amplifying kick force thirteenfold, piercing with pinpoint precision.
But as this earth-shaking kick neared its mark, a knock knock sounded at the door.
Su Ze's pupils constricted, his force faltering.
A hair's breadth off, a mile astray!
The phantom dodged.
At the critical moment, Su Ze dropped, his long leg crashing down like a battle axe.
He avoided being thrown by his own momentum.
The floor wasn't so lucky.
Boom!
Tiles exploded!
A three-meter crater formed, a long trench stretching from his toe.
Su Ze froze.
The "Imaginary Su Ze" vanished with his distraction.
What the hell?
A knock ruined the strongest creature on Earth?
His lips quivered. Five hours felt like a fart in the wind.
"Argh!!!"
A guttural roar escaped him.
Outside, Yuba Ri flinched at the training room's commotion. Her wrist raised, she stepped back like a wary hamster, assuming a defensive stance.
What was happening?
A bomb?
The kung fu girl didn't know her knock had tripped up the planet's mightiest being.
Seconds later, the door slammed open.
Su Ze stormed out, seething.
He's fine! Yuba Ri rejoiced for her patron's safety, but her face fell.
Why did he seem pissed—and at her?
Had she done something wrong?
"Ha!"
Yuba Ri yelped, striking a Xingyi Triple Harmony stance, palms aimed at Su Ze, blushing. "Don't even think about doing that again!"
She'd come to ask for money—gambling funds.
Kurapika only cleared her debts.
As Su Ze's employee, a wage advance was fair, right?
She wasn't here to offer herself again.
Last time, desperation clouded her mind, letting him take advantage!
Don't think Yuba Ri was some sellout!
"Don't think I'm scared of you male fighters!" she retreated, bravado masking fear. "I'm strong!"
Whoosh!
Seeing her try to flee, Su Ze flashed before her.
Yuba Ri's pupils shrank. Before she could react, a heavy fist slammed her stomach.
Saliva sprayed, her eyes rolled back.
Am I dead?
A carousel of memories flashed—departed loved ones beckoning.
Her body warmed, a final comfort, the body's end-of-life care, easing her into death's embrace.
Su Ze tilted his head, Ghost Brain kicking in.
The tiger dragged the hamster to its lair.
As the training room door shut, the hamster hit the floor.
The tiger fed her a pink candy.
The hamster snapped awake, staring at the tiger, her cute face a mix of fear and defiance, adorable yet scornful.
Boom!
The tiger's fist smashed the ground, rivaling a C4 blast.
Ripping off its pants, it growled, "Fist or this."
The hamster paled at the giant python emerging from the tiger's waist.
No difference!
Either way, death!
At 160 cm and 45 kg, that python would skewer her!
A candied hawthorn stick?
As the tiger loomed, she wavered, sweat pouring. Half a second later, her pink lips parted, taking it in.
Maybe her small mouth could sate the tiger?
Fresh from five hours of battle, the tiger, now with its "foe" caught, was thrilled, soon pouring thick broth into the hamster.
The hamster recoiled, as if scalded by venom, eyes wide, tiny hands pushing the tiger.
Unmoved, the tiger held firm until she swallowed every drop, then stepped back.
The hamster propped herself up, broth dripping from her tongue, one eye half-open, the other twitching.
Agony.
Like death, breathless.
As she recovered and looked up, her face blanched.
It was fiercer now!
Veins as thick as her pinky—serious?
The tiger hoisted her, pinning her to the wall, stripping her black training pants.
The hamster bore tiger traits—white ones.
"Be gentle~" Her scalp tingled, but resigned, her smooth legs wrapped around the tiger.
Tiny as she was, she seemed tricky to handle.
But she was untapped.
Once developed, the possibilities were endless.
The python forced its way in, tight as a clamped door, not a drop escaping.
Yet, it felt incredible.
A kung fu girl's pelvic fibers and ligaments were tougher, maxing out flexibility.
Ten minutes in, the hamster's cheeks flushed, lips bitten, tasting a hint of thrill.
Half an hour later, she rode a drop tower, up and down, faster, smoother.
Poor Yuba Ri wept, her little self a sobbing, drenched mess.
"What's the Ghost Brain thinking?"
Su Ze stood, smacking his head.
He'd ended it with a Mount Tai crush.
Yuba Ri lay twitching, her perky rear quivering.
Lowering his gaze, Su Ze saw her white back flushed pink, adorably translucent.
"Right, Yuba, what'd you come for?" he asked, tilting his head.
She wasn't really here to "deliver a feast," was she?
Yuba Ri's teeth clamped her lip, stifling her spasms. She glanced back, her eyes a strange mix of resentment and affection.
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