What Would You Do If An Ugly Woman Asked You To Dual Cultivate?-Chapter 46: Embarrassed Jiang Chenxue

The night air was crisp as Jiang Chenxue stepped onto the stone courtyard, the soft moonlight casting a silver glow over the vast open space. The cool breeze rustled the trees at the edge of the yard.

Yang Hao rolled his shoulders, his muscles tensing in anticipation. It was his first figh. The only experience he had was train with Navrita, to train his close combat. At that time it was guidence, Navrita teaching him, but this time... It was match.

His body still carried the lingering exhaustion from refining pills, but excitement surged through his veins.

Jiang Chenxue, standing across from him, had an unreadable expression. Her golden-blond hair swayed slightly.

"Come," she said softly, raising a single hand. "Show me what you know."

Yang Hao smirked. She is underestimating me.

In a flash, he pushed off the ground, his figure blurring as he closed the distance. His right fist shot forward, aiming straight for Jiang Chenxue's stomach.

At the last second, she pivoted to the side, her silver-gray robe fluttering as she evaded with minimal movement.

Fast.

Yang Hao reacted instantly, twisting his body and launching a sharp elbow strike at her ribs. Jiang Chenxue's eyes flickered with surprise. Instead of retreating, she stepped in, her palm slicing down at the back of his neck.

Yang Hao's instincts screamed at him. He ducked, barely avoiding the blow, and retaliated with a sweeping leg kick aimed at her ankle.

Thud!

Jiang Chenxue leaped gracefully over the attack, flipping in mid-air before landing lightly. The moment she touched the ground, she countered with a low sweeping palm aimed at Yang Hao's chest.

Yang Hao raised his arm to block, but the force behind her strike sent him skidding back several feet, his feet carving lines into the stone.

He exhaled, shaking off the sting in his arm.

She's strong. Really strong.

Jiang Chenxue tilted her head. "Your movements are sharp, and your reaction time is excellent. But..." She smiled faintly. "You still hesitate."

Yang Hao's eyes narrowed. Hesitate? He didn't think so.

Before he could respond, Jiang Chenxue vanished.

Vanished?!

Yang Hao's battle instincts flared. He spun just in time to see a palm strike descending toward his shoulder. He barely managed to cross his arms to block—

BOOM!

The impact sent a jolt through his body, and his feet slid against the stone. The sheer force was staggering.

She's testing my raw physical combat ability, not just techniques.

Yang Hao took a deep breath, his fire element stirring.

If she wanted a real fight, he'd give her one.

Yang Hao's arms ignited in crimson flames. Scarlet Inferno Fist!

The technique Navrita taught him.

A wave of heat erupted from his body as he launched forward, his right fist engulfed in fire. The temperature in the courtyard spiked, the stone beneath him darkening from the heat.

Boom!

His flaming punch roared toward Jiang Chenxue, the force strong enough to melt steel.

Yet, just as it was about to land—

Slap!

Jiang Chenxue casually raised a hand and slapped the fire-infused fist away.

Yang Hao's eyes widened.

She slapped it away?!

Before he could recover, she advanced, closing the gap with breathtaking speed. A slender palm shot toward his chest, but Yang Hao twisted at the last second, catching only a grazing impact.

Seizing the opportunity, he spun in the air, his foot arcing toward her waist.

Jiang Chenxue lifted her arm in a relaxed block, absorbing the impact with ease. The sheer difference in strength became apparent.

She was completely unfazed.

Yang Hao's frustration flared, and he took a step back, channeling more fire into his next attack.

Fire Serpent Strike!

A crimson flame coiled around his arm, taking the form of a serpent that lashed out toward Jiang Chenxue, its burning fangs aiming for her shoulder.

Jiang Chenxue's brows rose slightly in mild intrigue.

Then, with a simple flick of her fingers—

Snap!

The fire serpent dispersed into harmless embers.

Yang Hao froze.

Impossible!

Jiang Chenxue met his stunned gaze and smiled slightly. "Fire techniques without control are just wild flames. Against someone like me, they won't work."

Yang Hao gritted his teeth. He knew she was strong, but this much? It seemed she hadn't even used her one percent strength yet.

Still... he refused to give up.

Taking a deep breath, he calmed his mind. Rushing wouldn't work. I need a strategy.

Instead of attacking outright, Yang Hao lowered his stance, watching Jiang Chenxue closely. If brute force wouldn't work, then technique would.

He launched forward again, but this time, his movements were sharper, more precise.

A sudden feint with his right fist. A low sweep kick to bait a dodge. A lightning-fast follow-up elbow strike.

Jiang Chenxue's expression shifted slightly as she adjusted to the change in his approach.

She sidestepped the feint, leaped over the sweep, and leaned back to avoid the elbow.

She's still faster.

But Yang Hao had anticipated that.

Just as she dodged the elbow, he twisted mid-motion, his other fist shooting out in a surprise strike.

Crack!

His knuckles brushed against her shoulder.

He landed a hit!

Jiang Chenxue took a step back, her gaze flashing with interest. She rolled her shoulder slightly. "Not bad."

Yang Hao smirked. "Told you I have experience."

Jiang Chenxue chuckled. "Alright then."

She took a step forward.

And suddenly, the pressure doubled.

Yang Hao's breath hitched. He barely had time to react before Jiang Chenxue vanished again—no, not vanished, just too fast to track.

He instinctively raised his arms—

Thud!

A palm strike landed squarely against his chest.

Yang Hao felt his entire body lurch backward as if struck by a mountain. He crashed onto the stone ground, rolling twice before stopping.

His chest burned, but he forced himself to stand, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Chenxue stood in the same spot, her posture unchanged. "Still think you have enough experience?"

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Yang Hao exhaled heavily. Damn, she was on a completely different level.

But...

He grinned. "That was just the warm-up."

Jiang Chenxue laughed softly. "Then show me something better."

Without hesitation, Yang Hao shot forward.

This time, his movements were even sharper, his speed increasing. He blurred from sight, closing the distance between them in an instant.

He launched a lightning-fast kick at her ribs, forcing Jiang Chenxue to twist her body to evade. But Yang Hao had anticipated it.

Pivoting mid-motion, he turned his missed kick into a rapid spinning backhand strike.

Jiang Chenxue barely managed to block, her forearm intercepting the attack. But the sheer force sent vibrations up her arm.

Yang Hao pressed on.

His fists became a flurry, punching at her head, ribs, shoulders—each strike relentless and precise. Jiang Chenxue, for all her calmness, was now focused entirely on defense, weaving and blocking with impressive control.

But Yang Hao refused to slow down.

With a sudden burst of speed, he feinted an uppercut, making her raise her guard—only to instantly shift downward and sweep at her ankles.

Jiang Chenxue leaped back just in time, avoiding the sweep, but Yang Hao didn't give her a chance to recover.

He lunged forward again, his fist aimed directly at her chest.

It was a direct, powerful punch, meant to knock her off balance.

But the second his knuckles hit—he fucked up.

Soft. Too fucking soft.

His fist sank into plush, forbidden heaven.

His brain short-circuited.

Jiang Chenxue's tits.

A bolt of electric heat shot straight to his groin as he yanked back, his face flaming. He stumbled, a flustered mess, cursing himself.

Jiang Chenxue blinked, her icy mask slipping for a split second, her breath catching.

Silence stretched between them.

Then, in a blur of motion, she was suddenly right in front of him.

Yang Hao barely had time to react before he felt something cold at his throat.

Jiang Chenxue's hand had stopped mere inches from his neck, fingers poised in a precise strike. If this had been a real battle, his life would have ended in that instant.

She didn't attack.

Instead, she smiled—a rare, knowing smile.

"In battle, don't think about man or woman," she said softly. "Only an enemy."

Yang Hao's breath hitched, still caught off guard by what had just happened.

Jiang Chenxue held his gaze for a moment longer before withdrawing her hand.

Then, without another word, she turned and walked away.

But something was off.

Though Yang Hao didn't notice it, the tips of Jiang Chenxue's ears were red.

And as soon as she stepped away from the courtyard, she quickened her pace, her face lightly flushed.

She clenched her fists, muttering under her breath.

"Idiot..."

But she wasn't sure whether she was referring to him—or herself.