He suddenly unleashed a Tiger Fist, striking squarely and directly at Mengdie...

However, Mengdie didn't dodge; as the distance between them grew closer and closer and closer... until only a few centimeters remained.

"I've got her!"

Just then, when Feng Yi thought he had succeeded, he unexpectedly grasped at empty air, stumbling forward several steps, completely unable to comprehend. Just a moment ago, he and that Mengdie seemed so close within reach, so why had she disappeared in the instant before contact? This was no illusion, as long years of combat experience had instilled in Feng Yi an instinctual sense of the battlefield. He could scent his opponent's presence, the proximity between them, and even the faint whiff of a fresh fragrance emanating from her body.

Yet he had missed her all the same.

"No, it can't be..."

As Feng Yi spoke, he didn't realize that Mengdie was right behind him, very close. When he sensed her and decided to turn and strike instantaneously, he ended up grasping at air once more.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Mengdie's movements were lightning-fast, like a streak of cyan and white light. Under the bright moon, Feng Yi constantly changed positions around her at a frequency so fast it could not simply be described as 'fast.' If one had to use a word, it would be 'teleportation.'

Indeed, Mengdie's movements seemed light and graceful, mixing slow with fast, and fast with slow, offering a sense of unattainable enigma. Her effortless technique, like a halo circling Feng Yi, always remained visible yet elusive.

Especially her calm face, each time their gazes met, Feng Yi could tell she was observing him at every moment. This gave Feng Yi an inexplicable feeling of being trifled with. Was he actually being teased by a young girl?

Damn it, if that's the case, then don't blame this brother for being ruthless.

With this thought, Feng Yi suddenly unleashed a burst of energy, his body spinning on the spot like a top, instantly locking on Mengdie and thrusting a palm toward her chest and abdomen. This was a special skill he had learned from a book, explicitly dubbed the Breast-Grabbing Technique, particularly effective against women—the prettier the woman, the more fearful of this move. Although Feng Yi could vaguely guess why this technique was more effective on pretty females, he still went for the grab.

Swoosh...

The lightning-fast strike was like a rainbow piercing the sun, edging ever closer to Mengdie's chest and abdomen.

The onlookers were shocked by Feng Yi's sudden move. How could this guy use such a low and shameful technique?

However, the attack was futile. Just as Feng Yi thought he was about to land the hit, Mengdie's figure moved back at the same speed and with a motion more akin to gliding than retreating, difficult to explain with physics.

Of course, Feng Yi had no time to notice Mengdie's footsteps, but today he decided to indulge in foot-fancy. Seeing one strike fail, he shifted his gaze and locked onto Mengdie's translucent and delicate feet, then kicked down forcefully with his foot, missing completely. It was conceivable that he was bound to fail.

But it wasn't over. This was just a feint by Feng Yi, an early build-up for a sudden forward thrust.

The moment his single foot touched the ground, Feng Yi lunged again, his arm sweeping in a 'scoop-the-moon-from-the-sea' motion, as if intending to embrace Mengdie in a bear hug and forcibly touch her. Now he could no longer care about positioning; as long as he could grab her, anything would do.

Amidst a cacophony of chaos, Mengdie's skirt flicked across Feng Yi's face, yet Feng Yi ended up empty-handed once more...

This scene frightened the onlooker plump chap, and everyone else felt a sense of alarm. This youngster might have used dirty tricks, but he should have chosen his opponent more wisely. It could well end in misfortune; they all knew Mengdie was not as easy-going as they were. Despite Mengdie's usual poised and quiet demeanor, one must never be deceived by her outward appearance. One may spar with her, but if someone truly tried to take advantage, Mengdie was definitely not someone to indulge them.

However, the scenario that everyone imagined didn't happen. After some time, Feng Yi ceased his movements, only to suddenly feel a thump on his head, the pain eliciting a sharp "Ouch" from him.

Turning around, he saw Mengdie with a few drops of water appearing in her palm, falling quietly, as if to silently chastise this naughty boy. Apart from this, none of the anticipated events occurred.

Feng Yi decisively raised his hands and surrendered, "I admit defeat."

But just as he finished speaking, Feng Yi added another phrase, 'as if,' refusing to believe he wouldn't be able to touch a person.

The words had barely left his mouth when another attack surged toward Mengdie.

You little clever ghost, still hitting.

Bang bang bang... What greeted Feng Yi were tear-jerkingly hard water droplets that kept hitting his head until he was covered in bumps, only then did he yell out that he truly wouldn't hit back anymore, surrendering.

As Mengdie slowly closed her hand seals, just when people thought she had given up, her body suddenly moved again, ready to snap her fingers. Feng Yi immediately covered his head.

However, the move wasn't actually carried out. The girl was just playing a joke on him...

The crowd was once again surprised and silent. Wow! Mengdie can actually joke around with others?

The chubby guy next to them was already rolling back and forth with laughter. This little clever ghost's attempt to sneak an attack backfired, serving him right for reaping the consequences of his own actions.

"Kid, you still want to compete?"

Uh? This...

Turning his head towards Blade Warrior after hearing this, Feng Yi could say that this woman with an angelic face seemed soft, sweet, and naughtily smiling, yet she exuded deep trickery. She seemed even harder to deal with than Mengdie. If Mengdie only gave him a sense of a mild warning, Blade Warrior gave Feng Yi the feeling that in a fight with her, she would definitely make him suffer a loss, and this loss was not from the combat but from her playing around with him. Remembering the considerable strength of the two, Feng Yi fell silent...

"Fight!"

"Oh? You've got guts, little brother. Then bring it on."

"It's impossible to fight," Feng Yi continued, Blade Warrior's response immediately made him realize something, apparently she was exactly like what he'd previously imagined. Feng Yi had no masochistic tendencies, and since she put it that way, she would probably find ways to mess with him even in a fight.

At this point, he had come to believe that their strength was greater than his. Often the weaker ones are subordinates to the stronger ones, but the relationship between this chubby guy and everyone else was clearly not that of subordination. This meant they were probably not from some organization with malicious intentions, but even if they did harbor ulterior motives, what could he do about it?

It would be better to cooperate with them to lower their guard and observe in secret. Considering all possible factors, Feng Yi nodded seriously, "I'll go with you, but we'll have to wait until tomorrow. I need to prepare."

"Oh, sure, we'll come find you at eight in the morning."

"Alright."

And so, watching the group slowly leave, Feng Yi once again let go of his original cautiousness. It seemed this group really bore no ill will towards him, or else they wouldn't have mentioned coming to find him tomorrow. Given the circumstances, he might as well place his trust in them once. The world should have more trust, less scheming, more sincerity, and less pretense.

So Feng Yi told himself in his heart, feeling a wave of nausea at his own superficiality while briefly informing the local mercenary group that he would be away for some time. He also had them pass a message to Lasso, then after a bit of packing, he bought some local fruit for the journey in case of emergencies during the trip.

The next day at eight o'clock, seeing Feng Yi hung with fruit, everyone couldn't help but feel amused.

"Hey, kid, why are you wearing fruit?"

"Just in case. If we run into a big dumb beast on the road, we must feed it fruit."

Blade Warrior stared blankly, "Why?"

"It's also why I usually go hunting at night. The big dumb beast usually appears during the day and they're very troublesome. If you run into one, you must give it fruit, or else it's hard to get away."

"Ah? What happens if you don't give it fruit?"

"If you don't give it fruit, it gets angry and won't let you leave, even though it's a herbivore."

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