Ke Xue exorcists demons and starts with immobilization

You're something else, Sonoko! Using money to boost your fighting power!

This is money power in another sense!

Chu Zhong does indeed still have over 90 million yen in cash.

But before, I didn't have a household registration or a bank passbook.

In this era of Japan, cash was more convenient to use, so Chu Zhong didn't rush to deposit his money in the bank after he got a household registration.

I never expected it to become a problem here.

As for Ran Mouri, she ostensibly controls the Mouri family's savings account, but in reality, she doesn't have her own bank account.

Now the question is...

Two people with zero combat power,

How do you deal with waiters whose average combat power is 100 million?

Summoning creatures using chocolate?

No, the chocolate item no longer has the effect of being used for synthesis and summoning in this dungeon.

Besides, summoned creatures don't have any savings; even if they were summoned, they'd be instantly destroyed...

Chu Zhong's brain was working at lightning speed.

But unexpectedly, there was not even the slightest chance of winning...

Chapter 23: Is it okay for Xiaolan to want to research weapons?

Just when Chu was at its wit's end,

"Sonoko, what are you doing?!"

"Do you hate me that much?"

Ran Mouri frowned, her expression filled with intense dissatisfaction at the loss of her power. "If you keep acting like this, I'm never talking to you again!"

On the crystal throne, Sonoko's hand holding the fan froze.

The air of nobility and superiority she had just displayed melted away like ice and snow. "Xiao...Xiao Lan?! How is it you..."

"I was just joking... hahaha..."

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Sonoko smiled somewhat awkwardly, then quickly added, "Oh, right, Ran, you've come at the perfect time! I just picked out a gorgeous dress for you!"

As she spoke, Sonoko quickly waved her noblewoman's fan, and streaks of colorful light flew out, heading straight for Ran Mouri.

Countless colorful lights swirled, intertwined, and merged around Ran Mouri, making the light even more dazzling.

After a burst of intense white light, Ran Mouri's school uniform had transformed into a pure white backless evening gown with a hint of blue.

The long skirt had a high slit on the side that reached almost to the waist, and the thin fabric was stretched taut by her curvaceous figure.

Beside her slender arms, a striking contrast of snow-white skin, exuding a powerful aura, creates a visually stunning effect.

Even though Chu Zhong had encountered it countless times in the dungeon over the past few days,

However, it must be admitted that a beautiful and well-fitting outfit can indeed make beauty more captivating.

"My back feels empty and a bit cold... I'm not used to it."

Ran Mouri, however, was somewhat troubled: "The skirt is so long, it's not convenient for fighting at all..."

"Sonoko, you have such poor taste... You always choose clothes that are difficult to move in."

Chu Zhong: I almost forgot, this guy is a martial arts fanatic...

"But I think it suits Ran perfectly!"

Sonoko chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Just having a dress isn't enough."

"Xiao Lan always practices karate, let's learn some other 'dance' today!"

After saying that, Sonoko snapped her fingers, and the banquet pianist changed the melody, playing melodious music.

The guests put down what they were holding, paired up, and danced together.

"Is that person next to you Xiaolan, your dance partner?"

"Help him change into something more suitable!"

Immediately, a waiter brought a tray to Chu Zhong, on which was placed a tailcoat that fit perfectly.

Several waiters then held up long cloths and formed a square space to create a temporary changing room.

Because they were so close together, Chu Zhong and the martial arts fanatic Xiao Lan were surrounded in the changing room.

Magic was used to change Xiaolan's clothes.

They changed his clothes using such a rudimentary method.

This is such discrimination!

Chu Zhong thought to himself, but he didn't stand on ceremony with the martial arts fanatic Xiao Lan and quickly changed his clothes.

"Why are you hiding your weapons so well today?"

Martial arts fanatic Xiaolan, holding her chin in her hands, squatted directly in front of him, looking puzzled. "What if there's an emergency later? Won't we be too late?"

Chu Zhong:......

What and? What, right?

calm! calm!

Don't argue with someone who's a bit slow!

Even though she was beautiful and charming at that moment, the stark contrast with her somewhat unseemly squatting posture created a fatal attraction...

"If you don't need it, just keep it!"

Martial arts fanatic Xiaolan looked up, her face serious: "Compared to this banquet, it's much more interesting to study your weapon."

"A mere ordinary weapon was able to defeat me, without even a trace of wear and tear..."

Sure enough, this guy's only thought about fighting...

Chu Zhong suddenly felt an urge to create some unexpected situation and teach the martial arts fanatic Xiao Lan a lesson.

This was to make her understand that she shouldn't pry into other people's weapon secrets, or she would be punished.

Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time to learn a lesson.

The waiter seemed to have timed it perfectly; three minutes later, he removed the 'wall' of the changing room.

Chu Zhong quickened his pace and barely managed to get dressed.

As the music played, the dancing guests automatically made way for the two of them.

Following the path, you can walk directly to the area below the stage where the garden is located.

Chu Zhong grabbed the wrist of the martial arts fanatic Xiao Lan and pulled her up from her squatting position.

But they found that they could not move forward an inch.

Looking around at the dancing guests,

Chu Zhong seemed to understand something, and turned to look at the person next to him, "You...can you dance?"

Martial arts fanatic Xiaolan tilted her head: "Why do we have to dance?"

"You have to dance as you walk this path."

"That sounds complicated..." Xiao Lan, the martial arts fanatic, was uninterested.

Chu Zhong suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Then... are you planning to admit defeat to Sonoko?"

"Who said that?!" Martial arts fanatic Xiaolan immediately perked up. "It's just dancing! It can't possibly be harder than karate!"

Chu Zhong felt somewhat relieved that he had successfully motivated Xiao Lan, who was obsessed with martial arts.

A 60-minute countdown appeared in mid-air.

The two danced and walked forward, frequently making "uh-huh," "ah-ah," and "oh-oh" sounds.

Martial arts fanatic Xiaolan couldn't take it anymore: "So you can't dance either!"

Chu Zhong retorted confidently, "I never said I could dance!"

The worse you dance, the slower you progress.

Unfortunately, these two people couldn't dance, so they could only learn by watching.

Chu Zhong and Mao Lilan stepped on each other's feet for five minutes, but they only managed to move forward less than half a meter.

"My feet hurt so much! I don't want to jump anymore!"

Martial arts fanatic Xiaolan sat on the floor like a child throwing a tantrum, took off her shoes, and her jade-like toes were already bruised and red.

Chu Zhong clearly remembered that Xiao Lan, the martial arts fanatic, had equally outrageous defensive and offensive capabilities.

Even with his fiercest attacks, he couldn't leave a single mark without targeting the opponent's only weakness.

It's only been stepped on a few times, and it's turned into this state...

It's likely that besides being reduced to 0 in battle, its defense will also be drastically reduced.

"But we're already moving forward, aren't we?"

Chu Zhong patted the head of Xiao Lan, who was obsessed with martial arts, and coaxed her like a child: "Giving up halfway is not your style, is it?"

Martial arts fanatic Xiao Lan snorted, then stood up with a pout.

On the crystal throne of the stage, Sonoko, with half her face covered by a fan, smiled with her eyes crinkling.

Another five minutes passed.

The two stumbled and struggled, finally making it to the 1-meter mark.

There are 19 meters left to the finish line.

"I can't go on anymore, I really can't walk!"

Martial arts fanatic Xiaolan went on strike again, clutching her bruised toes and blowing on them vigorously, completely devoid of any elegance.

"Then let's take a break."

Chu Zhong also sat down.

"Rest is no use! I'm not jumping anymore!" Ran Mouri said angrily, "We don't have enough time anyway."

It takes 10 minutes to walk only 1 meter, which does seem like too little time.

"We're getting better and better at it, aren't we?"

"Don't worry, we'll definitely make it in time."

Chu Zhong encouraged them again.

Then Xiaolan kicked my right hand.

It felt warm and soft, and didn't hurt at all.

Ran Mouri didn't pull her foot back either, saying, "You're the one who made my foot look like this."

"I'll start jumping again when my foot is healed."

"If it were a fight, that would be one thing, but it has to be dancing..."

Chu Zhong was helpless.

It's not good to accuse Xiaolan of being willful.

The toes in her hands, which were originally as white as jade, were now swollen and red, with faint scarlet marks visible at the edges of the nails.

If I jump down again, I'm afraid I'll bleed.

The fact that Xiao Lan, the martial arts fanatic, could endure this long is already quite considerate.