Shocking Venomous Consort: Frivolous Miss

Ling Chuxi sent a few Great Fists Skill attacks over. Feng Zitian did not fight these attacks head-on as before, instead, his palms swayed into an afterimage. Both their palms collided in midair and over ten muffled bursts of sound rang out. The strong Battle Qi contained in Ling Chuxi’s palm was also continuously resolved.

Seeing Feng Zitian’s actions, Mo Kongyuan’s expression turned cold. The few moves Feng Zitian used just now could not be considered exquisite, yet it was coincidentally able to resolve the attacking prowess of the Great Fists Skill that made him famous.

It turns out that this was Feng Zitian’s source of reliability. He had actually found a martial arts technique that could resolve the attacking prowess of his own Great Fists Skill. Naturally, Feng Zitian’s cultivation experience was not as great as Mo Kongyuan’s, and furthermore, he had never even seen Mo Kongyuan perform the Great Fists Skill personally, so how was he able to have devised a method that dismantled its attacking prowess so specifically? Then, who was it exactly that was keen on dealing with Mo Kongyuan with such deliberation? Aside from Chu Fengyun, he could think of no other possibilities.

It seems like Chu Fengyun wanted to break apart the dainty balance that existed between all the various countries. Thinking about this, Mo Kongyuan’s expression turned grim.

Ling Chuxi also noticed this oddity. Without a chance to execute her Turning Cloud Gesture and Spiral Battle Qi, the Great Fists Skill ability that she had secretly learned was her last magic weapon, yet she never thought that the other party would have a method to counteract it so perfectly.

By this, she could also guess that the guardian of Ding Lin Country, Chu Fengyun, had wanted to deal with Mo Kongyuan for a period of time that was definitely longer than a day or two. Sending Feng Zitian out like this was not necessarily without the intention of trying to probe the extent of Mo Kongyuan’s capabilities and now, hers. Going on like this was equal to showing the other party all the moves she had. She would not play into this kind of stupid thing.

With this quick turn of thoughts, Ling Chuxi got an idea.

“Hey, do you even still want your reputation? My martial arts techniques have clearly already been thoroughly researched by you and yet you are still fighting me so hard? I don’t want to fight anymore, I’m not fighting anymore,” declared Ling Chuxi after she sent out a few palm attacks. She then flew backward, hiding behind Mo Kongyuan.

“In a martial arts competition, doing all you can is only natural. If your techniques aren’t comparable to mine then just admit defeat. Why are you making so many excuses?” barked Feng Zitian. He did not expect that Ling Chuxi would actually retreat after mentioning it and that she would even say such words. He felt angry yet found it funny at the same time.

“‘In a martial arts competition, doing all you can is only natural.’ Aren’t these the words you yourself said?” replied Ling Chuxi as she blinked.

“So what if I said them? Are you admitting defeat or continuing?” Feng Zitian suddenly felt a baffling irritability in his heart. But since Mo Kongyuan’s expression was not friendly, he did not dare to rush forward in attack.

“You better take a look at your hands first before you speak further,” said Ling Chuxi with a smile.

Feng Zitian took a look at his own hands. Both his palms were actually swelling up at such a speed that it was visible to the naked eye. His fingers became as thick as a pig’s hoof and his skin was so bloated that one could break through it with a single puff of air or a finger flick. The blood vessels within his skin were clear to see and even the blood flowing through them was visible.

Closely following the swelling was a heart-drilling, bone-piercing pain and an itch that inexplicably flowed into his heart, as if tens of thousands of ants were gnawing away at the palms of his hands. It was so uncomfortable that he felt like dying. This time, he finally knew what was going on with that baffling sense of irritability he felt just now.

“You poisoned me!” cried Feng Zitian as he forcefully held in the impulse to use a blade to slice off his swollen fingers. He was glaring at Ling Chuxi angrily, looking like his eyes were about to spit fire.

“Poisoned you? Medicine can be simply eaten, but words cannot simply be spoken. Which eye of yours saw me poisoning you?” replied Ling Chuxi unhurriedly.

Si Nanchen looked at Feng Zitian with his eyes popped open wide and his mouth hanging agape. He had a sudden feeling of familiarity, ‘Why did these words sound so familiar?’

“Furthermore, even if I did poison you, so what? In a martial arts battle, isn’t doing your all is only natural? You said so yourself,” Ling Chuxi added on.

“Give me the antidote now!” roared Feng Zitian sharply with a murderous light appearing in his eyes. He was not so easily fooled, unlike Si Nanchen.