I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 228: Clash 2

In the splendid and flowing sea of light, the azure currents ebbed and flowed, resembling a Van Gogh-like starry night canvas, with an atmosphere serene yet heavy.

A capsule ship, dark as the abyss with a metallic sheen, quietly sailed into the canvas, journeying alone through it.

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Within the capsule, a man and a woman, their golden eyes and black pupils in close, quiet confrontation, only the whisper of their intermingling breaths echoing through the hull.

Xia Feng's wrist was held above his head by the woman, and, with head raised, he quietly stared at the witch's indifferent expression from his lower position, his lips slowly curling up into a proud smile, "So, Miss Mu, you are challenging me?"

"Challenge?"

Mu Qingtong did not like this word—she never needed to challenge anyone, but she found it quite interesting if Xia Feng wished to challenge her.

"Of course, having Mr. Xia completely submit to me is indeed quite a challenge."

"Ha," Xia Feng couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" the woman in the black dress frowned lightly.

Xia Feng raised his other hand, which was not restrained, and gently patted Mu Qingtong's cool cheek. "I amuse myself by thinking that Miss Mu's groundless confidence and verbal boasting is quite cute."

"..."

"!!!"

Mu Qingtong's beautiful eyes slightly darkened, and the fiery turbulence that had been suppressed in their depths abruptly surged, like a lion king awakening.

It had to be said, Mr. Xia truly knew how to enrage her.

But no matter, the more animated this fellow became, the more interesting it would be to conquer him.

"Mr. Xia, I hope you can keep that smug look on your face in what follows."

Mu Qingtong released Xia Feng's wrist, placing her hands on either side of his head and looking down with a quiet voice, "Let's talk rules. Do you want a simple physical confrontation, or should we include the use of Spiritual Clothes?"

"We can use non-destructive Spiritual Clothes," Xia Feng said with a smile. "If the capsule ship breaks, we'll just die here together. Well, dying together is also a kind of companionship."

As for the Spiritual Artifact, both knew that Xia Feng could use his Gui Blade to temporarily resist Mu Qingtong's Spirit Manipulation, and once the Gui Blade launched its misfortunate domain, it would be the end.

So they mutually agreed not to use Spiritual Artifacts or Contracted items.

"Fine, we'll blink at the same time, and that will be the start."

No sooner had Mu Qingtong finished speaking than Xia Feng's gaze stiffened.

Four eyes met, and suddenly both pairs of eyelids fell at the same time.

"Bang—"

Xia Feng was the first to arch his back and flip over, but Mu Qingtong seemed to use some sort of clever force; her waist sank, and in the instant that her skirt hem ripped open with the gliding luminescence, her rounded thighs tensed to tightly lock Xia Feng's legs.

At the same time, Xia Feng's right wrist was once again caught above his head, but Mu Qingtong's right wrist was also caught by Xia Feng atop his head.

"To tell the truth, Miss Mu, we can't fully use our tactics in such a cramped space," Xia Feng said, looking at the woman so close at hand. "This kind of battle is meaningless."

Mu Qingtong's brows furrowed slightly as the disheveled silver hair fell loose around her wrist and the half-frame glasses began to fog up, adding a hint of languid beauty to her cool and intellectual demeanor.

She tried to wriggle her bound wrist free but found that Xia Feng's strength was surprisingly great, obviously close to reaching a Fourth-order Spirit Master level.

"What's with your strength?" she asked, her beautiful eyes lifting in confusion. Did this guy also have a way to enhance his Power Value beyond his rank...

Xia Feng chuckled lightly, raised an eyebrow, "Miss Mu wouldn't think that I've been slacking off this whole time, would she?"

Indeed, this was something she had not anticipated. Mu Qingtong shook her head, feeling helpless but also somewhat ashamed; she realized that she had ultimately still underestimated Mr. Xia.

Initially, she thought that with the aid of Heavenly Destiny·Brutality, she could quickly enhance her physical strength and use it to teach Xia Feng a harsh lesson.

But she hadn't expected... ultimately, she had been too arrogant, a warning went off in Mu Qingtong's mind.

However, it didn't matter, since she couldn't overpower Mr. Xia in terms of physical strength, she would just have to find another way—her mind quickly formulated a new plan.

Seeing the flicker in Mu Qingtong's eyes as she seemed to fall into thought, Xia Feng's dark pupils narrowed slightly, seizing the opportunity to suddenly thrust his hips forward, causing Mu Qingtong's tensed thighs to unexpectedly relax.

Xia Feng then flipped over, using his knee to pry open the bend behind Mu Qingtong's knees, and after freeing his hands from her grip, he reached down to grasp her dangling calves and abruptly pulled her slender legs up, hooking the delicate calves beside her cool, small face—M.

"!!!" Mu Qingtong's face stiffened, Xia Feng stared down at her with his arms pressing on her thighs, his lips curling into a contemptuous, cold smirk, "Miss Mu, getting distracted during a fight isn't a good habit—"

However, before he could finish speaking, Mu Qingtong suddenly arched her waist, causing Xia Feng to momentarily hover in the air. Her supple body flowed seamlessly, her neck and shoulders arching backwards, performing a 180-degree clockwise rotation, moving like a mermaid gliding through water as she faced the wall and swam forward.

Xia Feng landed with his face directly on the smooth surface of Mu Qingtong's closed feet.

"..."

The heat of her breath tightened Mu Qingtong's calves. She opened her thighs and quickly closed them again, preparing to lock Xia Feng in a chokehold.

Xia Feng tilted his head back, nimbly ducking to avoid her clenching neck, but at the same time, he felt a void beneath him.

Mu Qingtong, flexible as a cat, twisted her body and whooshed beneath him to his back. Xia Feng's scalp tingled as he rapidly turned his head to flip over, but it was too late—his ankles were caught and pulled up by Mu Qingtong, and his thighs were forcefully pressed against his face—M.

Rip—

Xia Feng heard the sound of his underwear giving way.

The woman with disheveled silver hair gazed down indifferently from above, Xia Feng quickly attempting to replicate Mu Qingtong's moves to escape, but, unfortunately, as soon as he arched his waist, he felt an overwhelming force.

Mu Qingtong used her abdominal strength to firmly press down on him.

Xia Feng's dark pupils deepened, and as he raised his hand to strike towards the pressure point on Mu Qingtong's neck, two soft golden tails stealthily shot out and rapidly wrapped around his wrists, locking them above his head.

"Clatter—"

The half-framed gold glasses fell off, crashing beside his sweating face, silver strands of hair resting on his thin lips. The woman in the black dress breathed unevenly, her golden eyes calmly staring at the man beneath her.

"Huff, huff~"

Only their slightly hurried breaths could be heard in the silent cabin.

Staring fixedly at the woman's cool expression above, Xia Feng felt tingling from the base of his spine to his scalp, a feeling of embarrassment almost overwhelming him.

Damn it, what kind of position is this? Xia Feng felt like he was about to split open, never in his wildest dreams did he think he would one day find himself in such a perverse pose.

After a moment of mutual silence,

Xia Feng struggled against the thighs beside his face and the hands above his head, finding them completely immovable. His complexion faltered a bit, his eye twitching as he took a deep breath before maintaining a seemingly calm tone,

"Miss Mu, let's talk this out, we're fighting, sure, but there's no need to resort to such shameful actions... don't you think?"

"Oh?"

Mu Qingtong inquired with an interested light lilt to her voice, firmly locking the legs of the man beneath her with her hands, her domineering golden eyes curling like a crescent moon, "So, is Mr. Xia asking for mercy?"