Chapter Thirty-Seven: Taking Advantage

Qin Feng emerged from the pile of jagged rocks, his face as dark as a thundercloud.

This time, Qin Feng was truly serious.

Qin Hongyu, still oblivious to the gravity of the situation, continued to provoke him with her words. “Useless, truly useless. Knocked down after just a single blow. Since you’re not dead yet, I’ll make you suffer today. Should I break your legs first, or your arms?”

She swept her challenging gaze up and down Qin Feng, not expecting him to stride directly toward her.

“Damn it, the phrase ‘big chest, no brains’ was made for idiots like you,” Qin Feng spat. His mood was already bleak, and after that ruthless kick from this woman who’d appeared out of nowhere, he had no intention of holding back. He let loose a string of curses.

Qin Hongyu, the high and mighty heiress of the Qin family, had never encountered such insolence. Flushed with humiliation and fury at Qin Feng’s vulgarity, she snapped, “Qin Feng, you bastard, shut your mouth!”

Her delicate face oscillated between pale and livid as she screamed, her anger reaching its peak.

Watching her face—ashen with fury, her eyes aflame—Qin Feng smacked his lips with a cold, satisfied laugh. Their pretense shattered, he cared nothing for appearances. He stopped just half a step away from her, and, meeting the burning glare in her eyes, hurled another insult: “You’ve got a fine pair of legs, but this way of showing them off is just cheap and vulgar. Do yourself a favor and disappear from my sight, you stupid woman. Otherwise, I’m in a foul mood today, and who knows, I might just…”

He deliberately lowered his voice, leaned in close to her ear, and whispered three chilling words.

“Take you here.”

Only the two of them could hear, but the words exploded inside Qin Hongyu like a bomb. The blaze in her eyes and the heaving of her chest betrayed the storm raging inside her.

Qin Feng turned and strode away, not sparing her another glance.

Qin Hongyu, after drawing a deep breath and forcing down her rage, suddenly leapt down from the boulder, her long shapely legs tensed as she bit out, “Qin Feng, you bastard, I’ll kill you!” As she spoke, a dragon’s soul flashed behind her. A piercing dragon’s roar shook the air, and with a step, her lithe figure arced gracefully. Her right leg, glowing with a white light, whistled through the air as she aimed a vicious kick at Qin Feng’s groin, the attack so sharp it sliced the wind.

“Heavenly Dragon’s Roar?” Qin Feng thought in shock. She’d unleashed her bloodline’s innate power!

He nearly lost focus, but quickly recovered—thanks to his training in the “Tai’a Mind-Forge.” Even so, Qin Hongyu’s leg was now dangerously close.

Qin Feng wasn’t stupid. Seeing her strike with such ruthless intent, aiming to cripple him right from the start, he grew furious. He twisted aside at the last moment, narrowly dodging the lethal kick.

“Hmph, so you’re at the tenth tier of Mortal Gang energy too. Even with your bloodline awakened, you’re no match for me. If I don’t teach you a lesson today, you’ll never stop flaunting your arrogance,” Qin Feng said, pointing at her confidently.

Qin Hongyu sneered at his constant evasion. To her, his words were empty bravado. Her long legs swept and lashed like a hurricane, kicking up gusts that scattered the dead leaves on the ground.

Qin Feng dodged nimbly, his face expressionless, eyes narrowed, scanning for a flaw in her relentless assault.

Remembering how he’d grabbed her leg last time, Qin Hongyu was more cautious now, targeting trickier spots and employing an advanced leg technique, enhanced by the power of her dragon soul. Her attacks filled the air with afterimages, forming a dense, impenetrable net that left Qin Feng momentarily unable to find an opening.

Blocking a heavy kick with his forearm, Qin Feng winced at the jolt of pain. Clearly, Qin Hongyu wasn’t a total fool—she wasn’t using her full strength. The assault looked fierce, but couldn’t truly injure him.

Watching Qin Feng retreat, Qin Hongyu curled her lips in triumph. She sprang forward, launching another fierce attack.

But as she did, Qin Feng, who had been dodging like a docile sheep, suddenly transformed. He lunged forward, fierce as a dragon, ferocious as a tiger.

A gust of energy surged from him, striking her low and throwing her off balance.

Qin Feng, schooled in countless martial arts since childhood, knew the weakness of leg techniques lay in the lower body. Having feigned weakness, he now seized the opportunity without mercy.

Qin Hongyu realized she’d fallen into his trap.

Her body pitched forward as she tried to stabilize herself, channeling her energy to her feet. But her extended leg couldn’t retract in time; Qin Feng caught her thigh with his shoulder, lifted, and, with a sudden thrust of his hips, sent her sprawling.

Though the move looked almost underhanded, it was executed with great force. Qin Hongyu lost her balance and tumbled to the ground, landing hard.

Stunned by Qin Feng’s sudden burst of strength, she forgot to scramble up. By the time she came to her senses, a shadow descended like a predatory beast, pinning her helpless beneath him.

Face to face again, but this time so close their noses and lips nearly touched.

Qin Hongyu could feel Qin Feng’s breath, warm and ticklish against her ear.

“Damn it, maybe I should just take you here, right in front of everyone,” Qin Feng growled between clenched teeth, his injuries flaring with pain as he pinned her wrists in an iron grip.

Startled by his angry snarl, Qin Hongyu’s face flushed with shame and fury. She struggled, but his hands were like steel, sending tingling jolts through her arms and leaving her helpless.

After a few futile attempts, she glared at him, chest heaving, and spat, “Bastard, get off me!”

Qin Feng grinned despite the pain in his chest. “Let you go? And let that kick go unpunished?” For a spoiled heiress like her, humiliation was the best lesson. The arrow was already nocked; he had no intention of backing down.

Her resolve began to waver under his gaze, yet she still stubbornly lifted her chin. “If you dare lay a finger on me, my father will cut it off!” she threatened coldly.

“Your father? And who would that be?” Qin Feng asked, momentarily thrown off.

She sniffed, lips pursed in pride. “The man you saw the other day—standing atop the three-headed Dragon Eagle. That’s my father, Qin Tianshu, the strongest beneath the Heaven-ranked in Skywind City!”

“Qin Tianshu?” Qin Feng’s mouth twitched. He knew well how terrifying that man was. He couldn’t afford to cross him.

Truth be told, though he was angry at this woman, he had no real intention of violating her. That was not who he was. She was willful and spoiled, yes, but far from deserving such a fate. He’d only meant to frighten her.

Even so, that kick couldn’t go unanswered. And to show weakness before a woman who had always looked down on him? That was not Qin Feng’s way.

He narrowed his eyes in thought. Suddenly, he remembered something inside his storage ring. A mischievous grin curled his lips as a daring idea took shape.

Seeing his expression, Qin Hongyu sensed danger.

Sure enough, in the next instant, Qin Feng dove down, pressing his weight hard against her.

Stunned by his sudden move, Qin Hongyu’s mouth fell open, frozen in shock.

Ignoring her, Qin Feng seized both her hands with his left, and with his right, he groped her long, alluring legs, running his hand up and down with deliberate boldness. In his previous life, he’d always had a fondness for long-legged beauties, and this woman was a paragon among them—enough to stir any man’s heart…

Qin Hongyu’s body went rigid at his touch. A moment later, a piercing scream burst from her lips.

“Ah!”

Qin Feng’s eardrums rang from the shriek. He leapt away like a startled monkey, bolting toward a thicket of ornamental rocks. He knew she’d lose her mind any second now.

Her scream echoed for a long while before finally subsiding. Qin Hongyu’s face blazed with fury and shame, her eyes burning as she glared at Qin Feng’s distant, vanishing silhouette at the foot of the mountain. Through gritted teeth, she shrieked, “Qin Feng, you bastard, I’ll tear you to pieces!”

The distant figure made no reply. With a quick turn, he disappeared from sight.

“Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!” she screamed, her face dark with rage. Her jade-like legs lashed out, kicking a massive boulder until it shattered into fragments.

Only after venting her fury for some time did she regain her composure. She looked down at the smudged handprints on her legs, cheeks burning with humiliation, her body still tingling from his touch.

Gritting her teeth, she forced herself upright, staring at her disheveled clothes in helpless frustration. Ever since she was a child in Skywind City, she had always been the one to punish others; no one had ever dared resist her. Yet this time, not only had she failed to teach Qin Feng a lesson, she’d ended up being utterly humiliated instead. The outcome left her seething with resentment.

Remembering his brazen touch, shame and fury warred within her, but she’d learned her lesson. This time, she didn’t rush off alone to hunt him down.

Standing there, face clouded, she brooded for a long moment before stamping her foot in frustration and muttering, “Bastard, just you wait—I’ll make you pay!”

She straightened her tousled hair, tidied her clothes, and sped off in the opposite direction from Qin Feng—clearly going to gather reinforcements.

Behind her, Qin Tianzheng and the other Qin family stewards, who had been watching the scene unfold, were left utterly dumbfounded. For once, Qin Tianzheng blushed. Sensing trouble, he hastily apologized and led his disciples away.

Yet, as he left, his heart was secretly brimming with pride. His grandson truly took after him in his youth—what skill with the ladies!

Still, with the young miss so enraged, it was probably wise to pack up and leave Skywind City as soon as possible.

At the crucial moment, the old man had no qualms about throwing Qin Feng to the wolves.

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