Martial arts have become extinct worldwide, yet I am forced to have a large family.

"Mr. Yang Xian, please go out with me!"

Elena made a surprising statement.

Upon hearing this, Yang Xian's smile instantly froze.

He blinked, wondering if he was hallucinating because he was too tired.

"Miss Elena, I feel much better now, thank you for your dance." Yang Xian paused, trying to keep his tone tactful, "It's best to avoid making these kinds of jokes in the future."

No, I'm not joking.

Elena, barefoot, took a few steps forward and then two, sitting down next to Yang Xian: "I've said it before, Mr. Yang Xian, your personal charm is extremely great."

Moonlight streamed through the cracks in the shelter, illuminating her earnest profile.

Elena's features were already three-dimensional and exquisite, but now, under the hazy light and shadow, she was even more breathtakingly beautiful.

Especially her full and ample bosom, so magnificent that perhaps only Zhou Xiyan could compare to it.

Because she was a martial artist, even after traveling all day, she didn't smell of sweat at all; instead, she had a clean and refreshing body fragrance.

Unlike the reserved and demure beauties of China, the blonde girl in front of me possessed a strikingly aggressive beauty, her azure eyes sparkling with undisguised admiration and longing.

"this……"

Yang Xian's throat bobbed, and his heart began to pound uncontrollably.

broken!

Not long ago, he had solemnly assured Mengyun that he and Elena were completely innocent and that they would never have any further contact.

Only a few days have passed?

The person in question just went straight for it and confessed!

"I...I can't agree to that." Yang Xian shook his head.

"Why?" Elena blinked and leaned closer. "Is it because you have another partner? I saw it. At your school, that girl named Jiang Mengyun, she looked at me very unfriendly."

"I..." Yang Xian had no choice but to nod.

"So that's how it is..." The blonde girl didn't back down; instead, she moved even closer and gently placed a soft hand on Yang Xian's arm.

"If you're worried about causing trouble, we can try a different way of interacting..."

"We don't necessarily have to become husband and wife in the future; we can be lovers in private."

"Relationships are a very free thing; as long as you like each other, the form doesn't matter."

"If I miss you, I'll come to China to see you. If you miss me, you can come to see me too. We won't interfere with each other's lives; we'll just simply enjoy our time together, okay?"

Yang Xian was completely stunned by these unrestrained remarks.

Can you do this?

Foreigners are really going overboard with this!

"Feel sorry."

All those words could be summed up in just two.

Yang Xian really didn't know how to respond to this advanced view of love.

"Why should I apologize?"

Elena hugged Yang Xian tightly, her face showing no disappointment at being rejected, but rather an understanding smile.

"A relationship is a two-way street. I have the right to pursue you, and you certainly have the right to reject me. That's fair, and you don't need to feel guilty about it."

Seeing her composed demeanor, Yang Xian felt a little embarrassed.

He figured it out; that was just the girl's personality—straightforward and not fond of internal conflict.

It's simply impossible to get her to give up in a short period of time.

Currently, the two are the only two companions on their escape route. If this matter causes a rift in the group, that would be the most fatal thing.

For now, the only option is to stall.

Thinking of this, Yang Xian carefully withdrew his hand, and his tone softened considerably:

"Well... let's talk about it after this crisis is over. In the current situation, I really don't have the energy to think about these things."

"Now is not the time to talk about these things. Southsea City is in imminent danger."

Whether we can get back alive is still unknown.

"Okay! I'll wait for you." Elena readily agreed, her smile growing even brighter.

"I'll start by changing how I address you."

"From now on, I'll just call you Yang Xian directly. There's no need to add the formal and distant title 'Mr.' This will make us seem closer."

After saying that, she quickly kissed Yang Xian on the cheek.

The warm, smooth touch was fleeting.

"We'll take turns keeping watch tonight, you should rest first!" Elena stood up, as if nothing had happened. "I'll call you to switch shifts later tonight."

After saying that, she picked up her combat boots and walked briskly to the other side of the shelter.

Yang Xian stared at the blonde girl's retreating figure, feeling somewhat at a loss.

A trace of warmth seemed to linger on his cheeks...

Not far away, Elena, with her back to Yang Xian, licked her lips.

"I never expected that Mr. Yang Xian, who is so capable, would be in such an awkward situation."

"So cute!"

She reflected silently to herself.

Did I speak too bluntly and scare him away?

By the way, most Chinese people are quite reserved and prefer to leave things unsaid, valuing unspoken understanding. This Western way of expressing affection might not be suitable here.

Westerners are more open-minded; they like what they like and love what they love, and they express it directly.

Easterners, on the other hand, place more emphasis on the process, preferring to proceed step by step and believe in things progressing naturally.

Hmm, it seems I'll need to adjust my strategy in the future.

We need to take it one step at a time and cultivate a better relationship with Yang Xian.

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Meanwhile, in Nanhai City.

The monsters' first day of frenzied attacks, after paying a heavy price, has finally come to a temporary end.

"Du Gu!"

In the lounge, Principal Huang slammed his fist on the floor, his eyes bloodshot: "Where is Lord Martial God? Didn't you say you could contact him? Where is he now?!"

He was completely unaware that his temper was becoming increasingly volatile.

Chengwu University was destroyed, Yang Xian was kidnapped and his fate was unknown, and Nanhai City suffered heavy casualties in the first day of battle...

One thing after another happened, and even though he was a calm and composed seventh-realm Martial Emperor, his mindset was severely affected.

"Don't worry," Du Gu said, his expression equally grim, but he still patiently reassured her, "Contacting the Martial God takes time. Do you think it's as simple as making a phone call?"

If possible, who wouldn't want that guardian deity overseeing China to descend immediately?

But the reality is that inviting gods comes at a price.

Principal Huang's chest heaved violently a few times, but he finally forced himself to calm down.

He slumped back into his chair.

"The monsters' attack is too fierce. On the first day alone, two seventh-realm warriors have fallen! More than a dozen sixth-realm warriors have also died in battle! And this is just the beginning!"

"The patriarch of the Xu family has to deal with countless seventh-realm demons all by himself; he simply can't be in two places at once!"

"Without one of the Jiang family's top-tier eighth-realm fighters, tell me, how long can we hold out? A week? Or half a month?"

The spatial rift continued to expand, and monsters continued to pour out.

Given the current situation in South China Sea City, the defense line will be completely torn apart within a month at most.

When that time comes, the city will fall and its people will perish, and tens of millions of residents will become food for the monsters.

A sense of despair hung over everyone in the city, a terrifyingly low mood.

Du Gu remained silent for a long time before slowly standing up.

He walked to the window, looked at the dark night sky outside the city, and said, word by word.

"Believe me, the God of War will definitely appear..."

"must……"

P.S.: I'm experiencing writer's block; I don't know if there will be a second chapter tonight...