76: Chapter 76 Conquering Xia Jin

This time, her style changed again!

Qi Yun was even more surprised.

He knew Xia Jin could fight, but he hadn't expected her combat foundation to be so solid and ruthless.

Xia Jin's offense was like a tide, one wave after another.

Swift boxing combinations, fierce Muay Thai elbows and knees, and lethal jiu-jitsu locks.

Ruthless, vicious, fast, and versatile!

"Bang!" A heavy side kick landed on Qi Yun's ribs.

Even though he tightened his muscles in time to defend, he felt a dull ache.

"Sss!"

Qi Yun's backhand punch was barely dodged by Xia Jin, leaving several bloody scratches on her skin.

Small wounds and bruises began to accumulate on both of them, and sweat mixed with tiny droplets of blood sprayed out.

After another fierce exchange of blows.

Qi Yun finally seized the opening left by Xia Jin's high kick and struck into her center like lightning.

His arms, like iron hoops, suddenly locked around Xia Jin's waist and one arm from behind, pinning her tightly in his embrace!

The immense force squeezed Xia Jin's lungs, causing her breath to hitch.

"It's over," Qi Yun whispered in her ear.

However, far from panicking, the locked Xia Jin curled her lips into a wild smile.

She suddenly threw her head back!

"Bang!"

Her hard back of the head slammed fiercely into Qi Yun's nose!

"Ugh!" Caught off guard, Qi Yun's nose went numb and his vision darkened; the strength in his arms locking Xia Jin involuntarily loosened.

This is it!

Without looking back, Xia Jin opened her mouth, revealing her snow-white, neat teeth, and bit down hard and mercilessly onto the arm Qi Yun had locked around her.

"Squish!"

Sharp teeth pierced the skin and sank into the muscle!

The intense pain made Qi Yun grunt, and his arm instantly lost its strength.

"Hiss!"

Qi Yun gasped, the intense pain washing over him.

This woman! She really knows how to bite!

Xia Jin took the opportunity to break free, stumbled forward two steps, and suddenly turned around.

She stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked the blood off the corner of her mouth.

"Your blood..." she panted, her voice raspy and sexy, "tastes... not bad."

Qi Yun looked at the clear, bleeding tooth marks on his arm.

Then he looked up at the red-haired girl opposite him, who was as fierce as a wounded she-wolf, yet filled with a deadly allure.

The surprise in his heart gradually turned into excitement and... a stronger desire to conquer.

"Very good," he also smiled, shaking his numb arm, his eyes becoming as sharp as knives, "Continue."

"Come on!" Xia Jin let out a roar and lunged again!

The battle entered an even more white-hot stage!

The fight escalated!

Fists and feet landed on each other like a storm, with muffled sounds of impact echoing endlessly.

Sweat and blood droplets continuously seeped and sprayed from their broken skin and wounds.

Xia Jin's red hair was plastered to her forehead; she had many new wounds on her body, and the corner of her mouth was split.

Qi Yun's body was also covered in scars and bruises, and many wounds were bleeding.

But their eyes grew brighter and brighter!

The fighting spirit in Xia Jin's eyes burned ever brighter!

It was as if she knew no pain, no fatigue!

"Hahaha! Exhilarating!"

After a fierce exchange, Xia Jin was struck on the shoulder by a heavy punch from Qi Yun and stumbled back several steps, yet she let out a hearty laugh.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her red eyes locked onto Qi Yun, filled with unmasked madness and provocation.

She wiped the blood and sweat that was clouding her eyes, and toward Qi Yun, toward this world, she let out a soul-shaking roar:

"Come on! Qi Yun!"

"Come and conquer me, damn it!"

"If you want to be my man—"

"Then beat me, damn it, and win me over completely!"

Her voice was raspy, yet carried a power that pierced the soul, echoing over the training ground.

The watching girls had long since held their breath, stunned into silence by this primitive, savage, yet strangely beautiful battle.

Before her roar had even faded, she turned into a bloody streak of lightning and lunged again!

"As you wish!"

Qi Yun's fighting spirit and bloodlust were also completely ignited.

"Bang! Thud! Boom!"

I don't know how much time passed, but the sky had darkened, and a fine drizzle began to fall.

It soon turned into a light rain, soaking the two who were fighting in blood on the field.

The girls retreated into the house, watching the duel through windows and doors.

The rain washed the sweat and blood from their bodies, flowing along the contours of their skin.

The rain hitting their wounds brought sharp pain.

Inside, some girls couldn't bear to watch and wanted to rush out to stop this fight, which was looking more and more like self-mutilation.

"Enough! Stop fighting!"

"Sister Xia Jin! Leader! Please stop!"

"They're both bleeding!"

Sophia, however, spread her arms to block them.

Her ice-blue eyes fixed on the two figures entangled in the rain, her voice cold and clear, yet filled with unquestionable firmness:

"Let them fight."

"This is Xia Jin's request, and it is also her choice." Sophia's gaze swept over everyone, "She said she hopes we respect... this battle that belongs only to the two of them."

The girls fell silent.

The rain grew heavier.

From a light drizzle, it turned into a torrential downpour.

Bean-sized raindrops pelted the ground and violently struck Qi Yun and Xia Jin's bodies and faces.

Their vision blurred, and every breath was filled with the smell of rain and blood.

Their stamina had long been exhausted; every raise of an arm, every step, felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

But no one fell.

No one conceded.

Only instinct still drove their bodies: punching, kicking, blocking, falling, and getting back up...

Xia Jin was struck on the shoulder by Qi Yun's heavy punch again, stumbled back, slipped, and fell heavily into the muddy ground, splashing mud mixed with blood.

She struggled to get up, but her arms trembled and couldn't muster any strength.

Qi Yun also knelt on one knee, gasping for air, rain streaming down his sharp-featured face, mixing with the blood at the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Xia Jin, his vision swaying.

Xia Jin lay in the mud, turned her head, and through the misty curtain of rain, looked at the equally disheveled Qi Yun not far away. She suddenly grinned, rain pouring into her mouth, mixed with blood foam.

"Qi Yun... come on..." her voice was weak, yet still carried a stubborn provocation, "Beat me down... otherwise... I'll look down on you..."

A low growl escaped Qi Yun's throat as he used his last ounce of strength to stand up and staggered toward Xia Jin.

Xia Jin also roared, digging her nails into the mud, slowly pushing her body up.

In the torrential rain, the two of them, like two broken marionettes, approached each other again, and then—

"Bang!"

"Thud!"

Fists landed on each other. Both fell together into the mud.

Rolling, wrestling, the most primitive yet most real struggle.

In the end, Qi Yun gained a slight upper hand.

He straddled Xia Jin, grabbed her flailing arms with both hands, and pinned her down with the weight of his body.

Qi Yun raised his numb, swollen fist, using his last bit of strength.

One punch! Another punch! And another! He smashed them into Xia Jin's face!

Rain mixed with blood constantly streamed down Xia Jin's face.

Her consciousness was already fading; in her vision, only Qi Yun's face remained, covered in blood and rain, yet still carrying an astonishing sense of oppression.

Can't lose...

At least... can't lose like this...

A surge of unwillingness and ferocity from the depths of her soul erupted like a final burst of light before death!

"Urghhh—!!!"

Xia Jin let out a roar, using every ounce of her remaining strength to suddenly throw her head upward!

"Bang—!!!"

A fierce headbutt slammed solidly into Qi Yun's forehead!

"Thud!!!"

A muffled sound.

Qi Yun only felt his vision go black, his ears ringing, and the whole world spinning.

The suppressing force instantly loosened, and he was knocked over into the mud.

Xia Jin's vision was also filled with stars, the intense pain and dizziness almost making her faint.

But she bit down hard on her tongue, using the pain to stimulate her fading consciousness.

Relying on a fierce will, she struggled, inch by inch, climbed up, and then, heavily, straddled the Qi Yun who was lying on his back and unable to move for the moment.

She raised her fist, rain streaming down her slender yet scarred arm.

Her fist trembled, barely able to clench.

One punch, landing softly on Qi Yun's cheek.

Another punch.

And another...

The punches had long lost their power, feeling more like the pattering of raindrops.

But she still mechanically repeated the action, rain and tears sliding down her face.

Qi Yun lay on his back in the cold mud, feeling those powerless punches land on his face, watching the still-stubborn look in Xia Jin's eyes above him.

Finally, Xia Jin's punching action stopped. Her raised fist fell limply.

She lowered her head, her mud- and blood-stained red hair falling down, covering most of her face.

She looked at Qi Yun for a long time, and then, slowly, she lowered her body.

Her cold, mud- and blood-stained lips pressed gently against Qi Yun's equally cold lips.

A kiss mixed with the scent of blood, mud, rain, and despair.

She raised her head slightly, her breath weak, whispering almost inaudibly at Qi Yun's lips:

"You win..."

"This is my kiss... take it..."

After saying this, she lowered her head again; this time, it was no longer a light kiss.

She opened her mouth and bit down hard onto Qi Yun's lower lip with her last ounce of strength!

"Ugh..."

Sharp pain came, and Qi Yun tasted an even stronger metallic tang of blood, unable to tell if it was his or hers.

Xia Jin bit down hard, as if wanting to brand all her pride, unwillingness, adoration, and determination into him.

Until her strength was completely spent, her body went completely limp, and she lay on top of Qi Yun, motionless.

"If you still have the strength, do it right here."

The torrential rain poured down, washing the muddy training ground, washing over the two who lay stacked upon each other.