Chapter 931: Chapter 2: Beating the Enchantress_2

“You’re not just doing this for convenience, are you?” Yan Yu suddenly asked suspiciously.

“Hmph.” Zhao Yuanzhen sneered, “Are you not capable? Do you need a few days to eat more leeks and oysters?”

How could Yan Yu, with his temperament, be provoked by such a clumsy tactic… No, how could he let her underestimate him? He immediately said:

“Then go take a shower, I’ll wait for you outside.”

After pushing Zhao Yuanzhen into the bathroom, Yan Yu sat on the bed and started to slowly adjust his breathing exercises.

To be honest, if it weren’t for the record in the “String-Pulling Technique” being so explicit, he wouldn’t dare believe that this secret technique could really impact the Golden Core Rank, especially since the Purple Mansion Dantian is too fragile, as delicate as the human brain, messing it up would definitely cause problems.

Similarly, even if it’s a truly useful secret technique, if there’s a mishap during the execution, at best it leads to cultivation deviation, at worst, paralysis or even death… Thus, he must ensure his recitation and understanding of the text is flawless.

Yan Yu went over the “String-Pulling Technique” a few times in his mind, just as Zhao Yuanzhen came out, towel-drying her hair quite casually.

Peaks gathering, waves raging, the landscape inside and out resembling Tong Pass! At this moment, Yan Yu suddenly thought that Zhang Yanghao’s poem fit her perfectly.

Absolutely brilliant!

“Why are you still wearing clothes?” Zhao Yuanzhen asked puzzled, without a hint of shyness on her face.

“Why didn’t you dry your hair?” Yan Yu retorted.

“Troublesome.” Zhao Yuanzhen sat down next to him, picked up the hairdryer, “You help me blow dry.”

Yan Yu dried her hair for her, his gaze inadvertently shifting downwards.

The Enchantress’s waist was indeed very slender, her whole back as flawless as white jade, the kind where a slap would definitely leave a red mark… Thinking of this, he suddenly raised his hand.

Slap!

“Ow!” Zhao Yuanzhen jumped up in pain, exclaiming, “What are you doing!”

“Come, let me see if there’s a red mark on your back.” Yan Yu said grinningly.

“You’re asking for it!” The Demonic Sect Enchantress could no longer tolerate it, the Book of Hatred in her mind roaring. All the past verbal humiliations, beatings, sneers, and her determination and vows to return them tenfold, a hundredfold, all came flooding back.

I can’t stand it anymore! I’m going to beat you hard!

Like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, she charged forward, using her body weight to quickly pin Yan Yu down, then raised her two fists, large as casserole pots, and smashed down fiercely!

I won’t stop until I turn you into a dyehouse on your face, giving you a mix of white and red, or my name isn’t mine!

Yan Yu was caught off guard, not anticipating that the Enchantress would suddenly attack without any warning, her movements skilled and ferocious, not at all like those of a decent family’s child. He could only rely on his physical skills to defend himself for the time being.

The Enchantress’s fists were both big and heavy, nearly could be considered iron fists, adeptly using the boxing style “Force Pierces the Rainbow,” lifting high and smashing down hard. Not only was the speed extremely fast, the impact was also fierce, even if he managed to block, each hit felt like his whole body was falling apart, both painful and numbing.

Given Yan Yu’s personality, he definitely couldn’t just keep being beaten; hence, he calmly let her continue to smash down with her fists while defensively watching passively, silently observing for an opening.

As everyone knows, all-offense with no defense tactics are hard to counter simply because you are constantly being pressed down, even if an opening appears, you have to see if there’s a suitable moment to counterattack–if you force it before the time is right, most likely, you’ll get a fist to the face, spewing white foam and collapsing unable to fight.

At this point, Zhao Yuanzhen firmly controlled the rhythm of the attack and defense. Yan Yu wasn’t in a hurry to counterattack under the disadvantage, but instead, deliberately raised his elbow to meet her punches.

Elbow you!

Zhao Yuanzhen, who had been clenching her teeth all this while, couldn’t help but cry out in pain when she smashed her fist onto his elbow, also realizing something bad was happening.

Which is harder, a fist or an elbow? Definitely the elbow. Considering that force is mutual, a head-on collision surely favors the harder side. The harder you hit, the stronger the rebounding attack will be. By then, if Yan Yu isn’t killed, I’d have lost half my life and would definitely be laughed to death by this little thief afterward.

So, why not just avoid a head-on collision?

At this moment, the Enchantress’s face was red as blood, her smile wild, and her eyes fierce, clearly enjoying the intense battle. Her thoughts were extremely active; she instantly changed her “Qi Piercing the Rainbow” to “Deathly Sway,” imitating the way a crocodile tears at its prey. She attacked Yan Yu frantically from all directions – front, back, left, right – deliberately avoiding his elbows.

Now it was Yan Yu’s turn to inwardly complain. After all, the elbow is best used for a straight-line charge, like when someone closely guards you from behind on a basketball court, a single elbow can blossom his face. But if the opponent is on your left or right, elbowing them becomes inconvenient.

Yet, he remained calm, knowing that moving in a straight line is the easiest and most energy-efficient. If you have to move in curves, swinging around to attack from all sides, your stamina will surely drain faster.

Let’s see how much energy you have left!

As he expected, after forty minutes of continuous punching, the Enchantress finally ran out of breath, her punches turning soft and weak, more like a sponge than a sandpot.

Yan Yu knew the timing was perfect; he suddenly exerted his strength, knocking her down beside him, and then swiftly pinned her down, instantly switching from offense to defense.

Zhao Yuanzhen inwardly screamed badly, instinctively wanting to resist, but where was the strength to resist now? She was like a dead dog, unable to move on the bed.

Yan Yu mercilessly stretched out his hand and slapped her on her plump buttocks.

This spanking, more than the pain, implied humiliation to her dignity. After all, when everyone thinks of spanking, they think of a child being punished by their parents. The Enchantress couldn’t stand it anymore and summoned her last bit of strength trying to toss Yan Yu over, catching him off guard, but instead, she received several more slaps. The pain coursed through her like electricity, hammering her down again like a mud puddle, totally drained of strength.

Although her body was failing, Zhao Yuanzhen’s mouth was unstoppable. After all, the Book of Hatred had recorded so many pages, waiting for today to triumph… Yet, she was still flipped over by the little thief, how could she accept this? So, she yelled out:

“You dare to beat me to death!”

“Don’t worry,” Yan Yu smiled. “Soon.”

“You only dare to bully your wife, what kind of hero are you?” Zhao Yuanzhen continued shouting. “Do you dare to let me rest for an hour, and then fight me for three hundred rounds?”

“Aren’t you resting right now?” Yan Yu feigned confusion.

“Then you can keep pressing me down here, but you’re not allowed to hit me.” Zhao Yuanzhen quickly added.

Yan Yu did not respond, nor did he continue to slap her buttocks, but instead pressed his palm forcefully on the spot he had hit earlier and began to knead vigorously in all directions.

“Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!” The Enchantress indeed let out a nearly delirious cry of pain, “Stop it! You can’t do this! Did you hear me when I’m telling you!”

“Didn’t you use this move on me just now?” Yan Yu coldly laughed. “What now, do unto others as you would have them do unto you, don’t understand?”

“I understand you’re a huge idiot!” Zhao Yuanzhen furiously shouted, trying to flip through the Book of Hatred in her mind, but the torment left her unable to stay conscious, soon her mind clouded, and she began to ramble nonsensically:

“Ha, ha… Little thief, you shameless… Utmost shameless… You’re done, I’m telling you…”

Suddenly, she burst into tears:

“You only know how to bully me… huh, I’m so angry…”

Then again she grew fierce, flailing her hands and feet, shouting:

“Call Ruoxi! Quickly call Ruoxi over, dare to face the two of us alone…”

Yan Yu completely ignored her madness, but saw the Enchantress suddenly convulse violently, her eyes rolling back, veins bulging, even her toes curling straight, her entire True Yuan violently stirring, rushing like great rivers!

“Quick, run the Cultivation Technique!” He hurriedly lifted the Enchantress to stabilize her, then with a palm-to-palm touch, they exchanged True Yuan, beginning to stir the Purple Mansion!