Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

He did not immediately draw his sword, nor did he choose to confront the whisk threads that were like a net covering the sky.

Just as those thousands of silver threads were about to reach him, his figure swayed almost imperceptibly, and his feet lightly touched the ground covered with fallen leaves.

Beneath his feet was the most mysterious "Snake-like Leaping" technique from the Nine Yin Manual.

The whole person, like a fish swimming into the air, or a weightless fallen leaf, glided backward more than half a zhang at an angle that was absolutely impossible in the eyes of an ordinary person.

The entire process was fluid and graceful, allowing him to avoid Li Mochou's swift and deadly attack without sustaining a scratch.

"Ok?"

When Li Mochou's attack missed, a hint of undisguised surprise finally flashed in her cold phoenix eyes.

She originally thought that this pretty boy in front of her was just a pretty face with no substance, but she never expected that he could so easily and calmly avoid her deadly move.

Such skill and composure are rare even among established masters in the martial arts world.

"Why is the fairy so angry?"

After dodging the attack, Lin Xuan did not immediately retaliate. Instead, he stood with his hands behind his back, his tone still calm and teasing.

“A person as beautiful as a fairy would age very quickly if she spent her days fighting and killing and always had a worried look on her face.”

"Shut up! You lecherous scoundrel, today I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"

Li Mochou was enraged by Lin Xuan's words, and the killing intent in her eyes surged so fiercely that it almost materialized!

"Buzz!"

Her movements were as swift as lightning, leaving an afterimage in her wake. She swung her whisk out again, this time with even greater ruthlessness and decisiveness than before!

Thousands of silver threads transformed into countless white phantoms in the air, like white venomous snakes flying all over the sky, carrying a chilling and bone-piercing wind, directly attacking Lin Xuan's major acupoints!

The whisk threads were tangled, blurring the lines between reality and illusion, sometimes like knives, sometimes like locks, sealing off all of Lin Xuan's space to dodge.

This time, Lin Xuan did not dodge.

Just as the countless strands of silk from the whisk were about to entangle his arms, his right hand shot out with lightning speed.

His fingers were long and strong, with ten hooks, and with an exquisite and unbelievable finger technique, he accurately grasped a certain point on the main handle of the whisk amidst countless illusions.

He did not use brute force to seize it directly, but rather gave a barely perceptible tremor to his fingertips.

"Om-"

A surge of pure, powerful internal energy, like a river bursting its banks, flowed through his fingertips and into his body, rushing straight towards the whisk, attempting to disrupt Li Mochou's internal energy flow with absolute force.

Li Mochou felt an overwhelming and terrifying force coming from the whisk. The powerful yang energy was extremely domineering and instantly dispersed her own cold and yin energy, causing her internal energy to flow in reverse and a tearing pain to her tiger's mouth!

She was greatly alarmed!

How could this kid's internal energy be so profound and so domineering?!

She quickly changed tactics, twisting her wrist and flicking her whisk, trying to use a clever force to shake Lin Xuan away.

However, once Lin Xuan had his grip on the whisk, it was like a persistent infection, and he showed no intention of letting go.

His footsteps shifted again, moving east and west, his figure following her like a shadow, clinging tightly to Li Mochou in an almost humiliating manner.

He brought the ultimate control over his body to the pinnacle of the Yin-Yang Supplementing Technique. Every movement and every breath was precise to the millimeter, as if he had completely controlled the surrounding energy field.

The whisk was Li Mochou's most frequently used weapon. Now that Lin Xuan had her firmly entangled, she was like a trapped beast with its hands and feet bound, unable to use most of her exquisite martial arts skills.

Left with no other choice, she was forced to engage in a perilous close-quarters combat with Lin Xuan, using her palm strikes against him.

"Die!"

Li Mochou slammed out her left palm, the wind howling and carrying a chilling aura, aiming straight for Lin Xuan's chest.

The palm strike carried a faint, sweet, exotic fragrance, clearly containing the potent poison from her signature move, "Ice Soul Silver Needle."

Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly; this was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

Instead of taking the blow head-on, he shifted his body to the side with an extremely slight movement, narrowly avoiding the vicious palm strike.

At the same time, his right hand, which was holding the whisk, instantly changed its five fingers and, with lightning speed, lightly tapped a certain acupoint on the inside of Li Mochou's fair and jade-like palm.

"hiss……"

Li Mochou felt a sudden numbness in her palm, and a strange, electric-like tingling sensation instantly spread throughout her entire arm, causing the palm force she had gathered to dissipate abruptly.

She was horrified. How could this kid be so proficient in human acupoints?! This was definitely not the martial art of the Quanzhen Sect!

Lin Xuan, having gained power, was relentless.

His left hand reached out smoothly, like a serpent emerging from its hole, and swiftly grasped Li Mochou's slender, snow-white wrist.

He didn't use any brute force, but instead took advantage of Li Mochou's unsteady center of gravity and followed her forward momentum, cleverly twisting and pulling her wrist!

"what!"

Li Mochou cried out, feeling a piercing pain in her arm as if it were about to break. Her body could no longer maintain its balance, and she involuntarily fell to the side.

Lin Xuan's figure followed her like a shadow, giving her no chance to catch her breath.

His left hand transformed into a blade, whistling through the air, and slashed with unparalleled precision at a vital acupoint on the back of Li Mochou's fair and slender neck.

That place is where the human soul returns to its origin; if struck there, one will either fall into a coma or die.

Li Mochou was, after all, a top-tier martial arts master who had been famous for many years. At the critical moment of life and death, she let out a sharp shriek, and her inner energy exploded in an instant. She forcibly twisted her body and narrowly avoided Lin Xuan's potentially fatal blow.

However, while she avoided the vital area around her neck, she was not able to completely avoid all the attacks.

Lin Xuan's palm strike, imbued with a trace of pure Yang internal energy, landed at a tricky angle, perfectly and heavily, on her pert, round, and incredibly elastic buttocks!

"Snapped!"

A crisp, clear, and even slightly ambiguous sound rang out distinctly in the quiet bamboo forest.

Li Mochou's delicate body trembled violently, and the sound seemed to shake several bamboo leaves from the surrounding area.

A sharp, burning pain exploded from her buttocks, spreading like an electric current throughout her body.

What made her even more ashamed and indignant was that the domineering palm force seemed to carry a strange tingling sensation, causing an indescribable tingling feeling to rise uncontrollably deep within her body. It was both painful and shameful, driving her almost mad.

She stumbled and lost her balance, falling straight forward.

Lin Xuan had anticipated this, and seizing the opportunity, the moment she completely lost her balance, he used both hands simultaneously, as fast as lightning, to strike several vital acupoints on her body with unparalleled precision.

"Click, click!"

A few barely perceptible soft sounds.

Li Mochou's body suddenly stiffened, as if struck by divine lightning from the heavens. All the acupoints on her body were sealed by Lin Xuan's finger force, and she could not even circulate a trace of internal energy.

She couldn't even utter a sound; all she could do was stare wide-eyed at the man before her, her cold eyes filled with shock, humiliation, and disbelief.

Her body remained in a forward-falling posture, stiffly suspended in mid-air, like a beautiful sculpture frozen in time.

Beneath the tight-fitting apricot-yellow Taoist robe, her slender, perfect curves appeared exceptionally alluring due to this strange posture, adding a touch of imprisoned, forbidden beauty.

Especially her full and perky breasts, which were pressed even more prominent under her Taoist robe because of her forward-leaning posture, seemed as if they might break free of the fabric and leap out at any moment.

The entire process, from Li Mochou launching her attack to her being completely subdued by Lin Xuan, took only a few dozen rounds.

For Lin Xuan, this was far from being his full effort, yet he displayed terrifying strength that could crush Li Mochou, and chillingly exquisite techniques.

Lin Xuan ignored the shock and humiliation that Li Mochou looked like she was about to spit fire.

He stepped forward slowly, his eyes calm, yet with a hint of playful amusement, like a cat toying with a mouse.

Looking at the usually aloof and arrogant Scarlet Fairy, who treated human life as worthless and killed without hesitation, he felt an intense and overwhelming sense of conquest rising within him.

He walked up to Li Mochou and stopped.

He slowly raised his hand, his slender fingertips gently yet with an undisguised hint of mockery and provocation, lifting Li Mochou's delicate, snow-white chin and forcing her to look him in the eye.

"Fairy, your temper is really not very good."

Lin Xuan's voice was deep and magnetic, and it sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet bamboo forest. Every word carried a hint of mockery.

"If someone is willing to kill someone over a mere disagreement, tell me, shouldn't they be punished?"

Li Mochou was forced to look him in the eye by having her chin lifted by him.

She could clearly see her reflection in those deep eyes—miserable, humiliated, and helpless.

A surge of indescribable humiliation and anger erupted like a volcanic eruption, but her whole body was stiff, and her throat felt blocked, preventing her from making a sound.

She could only stare intently at Lin Xuan with her eyes, which were burning red with anger and shame, as if she wanted to tear him to pieces with her gaze.

Lin Xuan greatly admired her expression of resentment, anger, and helplessness.

"Since the fairy likes to take action, then today, I will let you experience what it feels like to be 'taken action' by someone."

He reached out, and this time, he directly covered the black leather belt around Li Mochou's waist that bound her tight-fitting clothes.

His movements were slow and elegant, with a composure and patience as if he were admiring a rare treasure.

"His-"

A crisp sound of tearing cloth rang out, particularly jarring in the tranquil bamboo forest.

Lin Xuan didn't bother to untie the leather belt at all; instead, he chose the simplest, most brutal, and most humiliating method.

He channeled his inner strength into his fingertips and exerted force so hard that he tore the fabric beneath Li Mochou's tight-fitting Taoist robe from the waist down with a "ripping" sound!

The apricot-yellow fabric, like a butterfly torn apart by a gale, was instantly ripped in two, flowing down from Li Mochou's exquisite and slender waist.

Those two exquisitely beautiful legs, usually concealed by a Taoist robe, long, straight, with amazing curves, full of elasticity and firmness, were now completely exposed to the cold air without any reservation.

Li Mochou was so ashamed and furious she wanted to die!

She never imagined that after a lifetime of roaming the martial world, she would one day be so humiliated!

Moreover... in such a shameful, completely exposed, and utterly vulnerable posture!

His whole body was stiff, and he couldn't move even a finger. He was like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of his opponent.

Her face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, overwhelmed by a wave of shame that nearly made her faint on the spot.

But ironically, her mind was perfectly clear, all her senses were amplified to an extreme degree, and even the whistling wind seemed to be mocking her disheveled and wretched state.

Lin Xuan didn't give her any time to think or buffer.

He casually picked up the whisk that had fallen to the ground.

The handle of the whisk was carved from the finest white jade, its surface warm to the touch, and its thousands of silk threads were both supple and strong.

He gripped the handle of his whisk, aiming the thousands of silver threads at Li Mochou's round, full, and incredibly elastic buttocks, which were unconsciously tense due to shame and anger.

Beneath the torn apricot-yellow Taoist robe, her buttocks were as smooth as fine mutton-fat jade, their curves round and pert, exuding a primal allure that took one's breath away in the dim light of the bamboo forest.

"Snapped!"

A crisp and clear sound echoed through the bamboo forest once again.

The countless threads of the whisk, carrying a gentle yet domineering and penetrating inner force, lashed fiercely at Li Mochou's smooth, jade-like, and sexy buttocks.

A sharp, burning pain, like an exploding firework, instantly spread from her buttocks throughout Li Mochou's entire body!

On her jade-like skin, fine red marks immediately appeared, like a blood-red mark branded onto a flawless piece of jade.

"Well……!"

Finally, Li Mochou let out a suppressed cry of pain.

The voice carried an uncontrollable sob and a sense of utter disarray, mixed with unspeakable shame, as it struggled painfully deep within her throat.

Her delicate body trembled violently, instinctively trying to twist and struggle, but the sealed acupoints held her firmly in place, leaving her unable to move. She could only let the burning pain wash over her like a tidal wave.

Even so, Lin Xuan showed no sign of stopping.

"The fairy's volatile temper needs to be properly disciplined."

Lin Xuan's voice carried a hint of cold cruelty and amusement.

His gaze, like that of the sharpest eagle, was fixed on Li Mochou's tear-blurred eyes, savoring the complex expression of pain, humiliation, anger, and resentment woven together in them.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The whisk fell again with a steady rhythm.

With internal force, each strike landed crisply and clearly in the same spot, one after another.

Each strike carried a powerful, domineering internal force, like a fine electric current, instantly spreading throughout Li Mochou's body.

The pain was like being branded on the skin with a red-hot iron, burning and piercing to the bone.