He still had self-awareness.

His premonition was spot on.

To his surprise, the other party no longer wore that poker face, and their lips slightly curled in an inexplicable manner.

"You came at the right time."

Jiang Chen wasn’t at ease; instead, he was tense all over, the alarm in his brain already sounding a sharp buzz. Instinctively, he retreated immediately, but it was still too late.

"Smack—"

At the instant his arm instinctively raised to block the whipping leg, Jiang Chen was struck by one thought: the opponent wasn’t as tall as Tanki Liuli, so how did the leg swing so high?

A torrential force followed immediately. Jiang Chen could block that delicate-looking leg, but he couldn’t withstand the terror within it. "Thump thump thump..." He staggered sideways uncontrollably, leaving chaotic footprints on the ground. Just as he gasped for breath, the opponent’s elbow came at him, straight for his chest.

He was here to kill!

If he got hit, he might be knocked out again, and whether he’d wake up was uncertain. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Wei Hong, what are you trying to do?!"

Jiang Chen screamed hoarsely, hoping to awaken the opponent’s sanity. But, unbeknownst to him, calling Pei Zhi by her real name for the first time in ages made her eyes narrow and her crimson lips curl into an even more dazzling arc.

And then.

"Snap!"

Jiang Chen’s eyes widened as he explosively retreated again, nearly falling over. He frantically shook his colliding arm, through the agonizing pain as sweat started to pour from his forehead.

"Not bad. You’ve improved."

When one reaches a certain realm, everything will serve you.

At this moment, Lan Peizhi’s flowing long hair was blown by the wind, resembling both an immortal and a demon.

"Calm down!"

Jiang Chen called out loudly with a numb arm, but as the saying goes, "He who walks by the river will get his shoes wet," similarly, choosing to accompany a king can be like accompanying a tiger. Not only did he fail to maintain his composure, but he also kept recklessly provoking, almost as a habit—wasn’t this a sure way to get yourself killed?

If the words "Calm down" could truly make people calm, there wouldn’t be conflicts in the world.

Lan Peizhi advanced again, her face so beautifully rendered that it struck terror in his heart.

"Wei Hong! If you don’t stop, don’t blame me for being rude!"

Jiang Chen understood well the way to seek death; his loud cries made the curve of her smile even more brilliant.

In all fairness.

They’ve known each other for so long.

He had never seen her laugh so happily.

But in this situation, there was no time for admiration. Seeing Blood Guanyin almost floating before him, daring Boss Jiang surprisingly didn’t dodge. He swiftly leaned back and sideways, his five fingers curling into a claw, likely just a reflexive movement, defiantly swiping toward her chest.

Lan Peizhi’s assault halted, and she abruptly retreated.

He actually made Lan Peizhi retreat?!

If news of this got out, with this achievement alone, someone might become quite renowned in the martial world!

"Shameless."

The smile vanished, replaced by bone-chilling coldness.

Glory was destined to be brief; where there’s oppression there will be resistance, and where there’s resistance, there will be fiercer oppression.

Blood Guanyin was successfully activated into another form.

Unable to explain his unintended action, after using unbecoming means to force her retreat, Jiang Chen didn’t pursue victory. He kept absolute clarity and sanity, decisively retreating immediately, but since he climbed over the wall to get here, where could he run?

"Help! Help! Help!..."

The serene night was shattered by his desperate cries.

As for Boss Jiang’s flowery and embroidered fists, they might handle ordinary people, but how could he contend with a monster of talent?

Knowing his own limits, he was manly for a moment, then took to running, sprinting around the courtyard with his head buried, making it seem like his leg was fine after all.

He ran, she chased; he was trapped.

A no longer indulgent Lan Peizhi exhibited the brilliance befitting Blood Guanyin, turning someone into her plaything, a punching bag top.

"Bang!"

After being kicked and sent flying yet again, someone gave up struggling upon landing, hugging his head and curling up on the ground: "Don’t hit the face!"

Where’s the dignity?

Where’s the respect?

After all, he was a giant swaying international winds and clouds.

But it seemed men didn’t need to care too much about dignity in front of women, especially with no third party around.

In truth, Jiang Chen’s actions were smart; when you concede and beg for mercy, it greatly weakens the opponent’s fighting spirit.

Seeing this scoundrel starting to "throw a tantrum and roll around," Lan Peizhi seemed quite helpless, her voice no longer a stagnant pond.

"Get up!"

Get up?

Get up to be hit again?

"Bullying the weak is no hero!"

He spoke righteously but showed no relaxation in his grip on his head.

At this moment, Lan Peizhi really should have taken a close-up shot—it would certainly be a black mark and a handle for him all his life, but evidently, Lan Peizhi didn’t even think of using such underhanded methods.

"I’ll fight you with one hand."

She stood beside him, "kindly" advising.

One hand.

They really think highly of him.

Jiang Chen, whose whole body felt sore as if every muscle had been kneaded, couldn’t possibly go to school.

"Didn’t you promise not to use your fists again? Just because you’re skilled at martial arts, you think you can unabashedly vent your frustration with your fists? According to your logic, does that mean the strong can humiliate the weak without restraint?"

Each word was resounding and powerful.

It would have been more fitting if he had said it standing up.

Lan Peizhi remained silent, then adjusted his breathing.

"Get up."

This time his tone was a bit more stable.

"Not getting up."

Someone refused to let their guard down.

"Get up, I won’t hit you!"

Only then did Jiang Chen slightly loosen his arms, which were wrapped around his head, and looked at Blood Guanyin, who was gazing down at him, filled with suspicion.

"Really?"

Lan Peizhi wasn’t sure what he was feeling at the moment.

"If you’re willing to lie there, then just keep lying."

Seeing the other party about to leave, someone finally put aside their doubts, quickly got up from the ground, and dusted off their clothes and pants, but the dust wasn’t so easy to remove.

"Is my face okay?"

"..."

Lan Peizhi turned his head, stared at him for a while, "Do you even still have any face?"

Ash-covered Jiang Chen showed no shame, "You’re Lan Peizhi, losing to you is an honorable defeat."

Indeed, losing wasn’t something to be ashamed of.

But throwing a tantrum, what’s that all about?

"If you want to save face, you’d better leave immediately."

Lan Peizhi seemed worried about losing control.

"You expect me to go out and face people looking like this? I’ll wait until later when there are fewer people outside."

Still concerned about impression.

"I’ll teach you a method."

"What method?"

"Take a cloth, cover your face, and no one will recognize you."

"..."

Jiang Chen chuckled but didn’t respond.

What a talent.

To still be able to laugh at a time like this.

Not only could he laugh, but with a painful expression, he openly asked, "Do you have any Red Flower Oil here? Let me borrow some."

"No."

"Lard will do."

He said, "It’s a folk remedy, lard is effective too."

Lan Peizhi stared at him without a word.

Jiang Chen frowned.

"Wei Hong, you’ve hit me, vented your anger, what more do you want? Don’t push your luck."

Truly courageous.

Absolutely the number one Batulu of contemporary Shen Zhou!

Lan Peizhi’s breathing became hurried and heavy again.

"Say it again."

"Wei Hong, what do you want now?"

Jiang Chen spoke with conviction, his gaze determined.

"Smack!"

A fist smashed directly towards his face, blunt and straightforward, without any flair, and since it was too close, someone couldn’t avoid it. He could only use his nose to block it.

And then.

Pain.

It was excruciatingly painful.

As everyone knows, the nose is one of the most fragile parts of the body, and it contains a large number of nerve endings. His eyes instantly blurred as he fell backwards, landing flat on the ground.

Still conscious, he raised his hand to wipe his nose, then moved it in front of his eyes, only to see in the moonlight, his fingers were bright red.

Immediately.

With his vision blurred by tears, lying on the ground he saw that face looking down on him, gloating over his misfortune.

Between the moonlight and the red blood, she was a third kind of beauty.

Unable to control his tear ducts, Jiang Chen muttered to himself.

"Wei Hong, you’re so ruthless."