Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 137: Beating Down Han Xinyue!

Upon hearing Sun Zhe’s predatory words, Han Xinyue’s eyes flashed with disdain.

"You may be young, but you’ve certainly got some gall."

Sun Zhe smiled nonchalantly. "Age isn’t important. The size of the equipment is what matters."

At that moment, Yue Changlin, who was convulsing on the ground, suddenly struggled to get up. He had also heard Sun Zhe’s audacious words.

"My lady, you have to get out of here!"

"Sun Zhe... what exactly do you want?"

But Sun Zhe treated him as if he were thin air, striding directly toward Han Xinyue.

Han Xinyue watched him cautiously, slowly retreating. Suddenly, her eyes turned fierce, and she swung a hand concealed behind her, throwing a tea knife at Sun Zhe.

"You little beast, go to hell!"

The tea knife sliced through the air, impossibly sharp as it flew straight for Sun Zhe’s forehead.

However, Sun Zhe remained unflustered, casually kicking up the coffee table in front of him.

The marble table flipped through the air, blocking the tea knife while simultaneously hurtling toward Han Xinyue with terrifying force.

Han Xinyue’s beautiful eyes widened in shock, giving her no time to dodge. Her delicate body was sent flying several meters, overturning a table and landing in a disheveled heap on the ground.

Then, Sun Zhe’s legs blurred as he shot forward.

Han Xinyue dared not hesitate. She slapped the ground with one hand, launching her graceful body into the air. Her long, silk-stocking-clad legs swung high over her head in a fierce kick aimed at Sun Zhe’s temple. The sharp tip of her high heel was like a blade, seemingly capable of piercing anything.

But Sun Zhe simply raised a hand and casually caught her by the ankle.

Having gradually mastered the True Qi Thunder Transformation, not only had his movement speed increased, but his dynamic vision was also greatly enhanced. While an ordinary person would struggle to track Han Xinyue’s attack with their eyes, to him, it seemed to move in slow motion.

Time seemed to freeze.

Grasping her black-stockinged ankle, Sun Zhe glanced at the mysterious little mound between her legs, barely concealed by the sheer fabric. An unabashedly wicked expression crossed his face. Beneath her tights, the thin lace panties failed to conceal the view, revealing quite a bit of dark hair.

For a woman like this, he had no intention of playing the gentleman.

"I never thought you’d wear underwear like this, Mrs. Han."

Confronted by Sun Zhe’s lewd teasing, Han Xinyue’s eyes filled with disgust. She suddenly gritted her teeth, preparing to retract her leg and kick again.

But at that exact moment, Sun Zhe twisted his waist sharply. Exerting his strength, he used his grip on her ankle to swing her entire body through the air, smashing her heavily against the wall. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

BANG!

Her seductive body slammed against the wall with a force that would make anyone’s scalp tingle just from watching, perhaps even invoking a twinge of pity.

However, as a Martial Artist, Han Xinyue’s seemingly delicate body was far tougher than an ordinary person’s. Such an impact barely harmed her.

Sun Zhe released her ankle, bent down, and grabbed her slender, pale neck. He hauled her up from the floor only to drive a fist into her stomach.

According to Lin Shuqing’s description, this woman, Han Xinyue, was ruthless, a cold-blooded killer who had bullied and tormented countless people. For such a venomous beauty, Sun Zhe felt not a shred of pity.

Vicious people like her deserved to be punished with equal viciousness.

...

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

After taking several successive blows from Sun Zhe, Han Xinyue was spitting blood, her defiance thoroughly extinguished. Though she hid her strength well, rarely revealing her true power, she was ultimately only at the Middle Stage of Golden Core. Against Sun Zhe, who was at Golden Core Great Perfection, she stood no chance. In the world of Martial Artists, even the gap of a single minor stage was an insurmountable chasm.

Sun Zhe roughly tossed her onto the sofa. "You wanted to find me so badly just to avenge your son?"

Han Xinyue lay helplessly on the sofa with blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Her long hair fanned out in a messy cascade, like blossoming fireworks, exuding a poignant, tragic beauty. She wiped the red from her lips and glared coldly at Sun Zhe, saying nothing.

If looks could kill, Sun Zhe would have already died a hundred thousand times over.

Sun Zhe calmly walked to the sofa and looked down at her. "Your son is a piece of trash. Don’t you have any damn idea what he’s done?" he said flatly. "I already showed great mercy by not killing him that night. You have the nerve to come seeking revenge?"

Han Xinyue continued to glare at him, silent.

Sun Zhe chuckled. "Forget it. It’s useless trying to reason with scum like you. I understand that in the circle of Martial Artists, reason is irrelevant. Strength is the only thing that matters."

"Whoever has the hardest fist makes the rules!"

"If I were the one without power, I’d be the one beaten and dragged before you right now, and my fate would undoubtedly be miserable."

"But since I have the power to crush you, there’s no need to waste my breath."

With that, he yanked her up and gave her another beating.

...

「A few minutes later.」

Han Xinyue’s wrists were crossed and held fast in one of Sun Zhe’s hands. He lifted her lithe, seemingly weightless body with ease.

Gazing at the stunningly beautiful face before him, Sun Zhe smiled faintly. "Do you want to get beaten more, or do you want to get fucked? You choose."

At his words, a flicker of genuine fear appeared in Han Xinyue’s eyes. After the last beating, her defiance was completely gone. Her so-called dignity, nobility, and power... none of it could stop her bleeding or ease her pain.

Sun Zhe mocked her. "Or, you could call someone to come in. Let them all see you in your current state."

Han Xinyue gritted her teeth. "Stop hitting me. You just want to have me, don’t you? Then get on with it."

"So, you’re choosing to get fucked?"

Han Xinyue turned her face away. "Just get it over with."

Hearing this, Sun Zhe released her wrists, letting her drop to the floor. He then walked over to the sofa, sat down, and spread his legs wide. "Since you’ve made your choice, get over here and kneel."

Han Xinyue pressed her red lips together, a chill flashing in the depths of her eyes.

A plan was already forming in her mind—when he wasn’t paying attention, she would use a Secret Technique to absorb all of his Cultivation!

Having made up her mind, she obediently walked over and knelt before the sofa, facing the space between Sun Zhe’s spread legs. She slowly reached out and unzipped his pants.

Sun Zhe watched her with a half-smile, praising, "As expected of a mature woman. You know exactly what to do without being told."

Han Xinyue glanced up at him, her eyes flashing with a bone-chilling coldness. Just wait, I’ll show you.

Then, biting her lip, she pulled down his waistband along with his underwear.

However, in the next moment, she froze, her eyes widening in shock.

Gazing at the massive dragon pointing toward the ceiling, her body trembled, and her mind went completely blank.

She couldn’t fathom how such a thing could exist in this world! If that went inside, just how good would it feel?

"Did you... did you take some kind of hormone? How is it so big?"

Sun Zhe chuckled. "Do you like it?"

Han Xinyue’s beautiful face flushed red, and she didn’t answer.

If this massive thing wasn’t attached to Sun Zhe, she would have absolutely adored it.

Sun Zhe’s tone deepened as he asked again, "Do you like it?"

"Mm... I like it."

"Since you like it, then come and taste it."

"..."