The Rogue Villager Chen Erbao

This was a first for Chen Erbao. He'd never met a woman who wanted to duel him in such a primitive fashion—and a stunningly beautiful one at that.

Her skills were genuinely impressive, though. An ordinary person would have surely taken a beating.

"Are you sure?"

Chen Erbao asked. The last thing he wanted was to make an even bigger enemy of her.

"Cut the crap!"

Zhao Ruoying had already cleared a large space in the room. She charged forward with a lightning-fast high kick aimed straight at Chen Erbao's head.

'She's not holding back!'

Chen Erbao clicked his tongue inaudibly, but he easily raised a hand and parried the blow.

He was now at the Qi Refining Second Layer, and his physical condition was on par with a professional athlete's—and that wasn't even counting the boost from his Spiritual Qi.

Zhao Ruoying wasn't surprised that he had blocked her attack. She unleashed a flurry of attacks, her legs sweeping left and right, each strike faster than the last.

But no matter how fierce her assault, Chen Erbao easily deflected every blow.

"Village Chief, let's just stop. I'll apologize again... You're a woman. How could you possibly beat me?"

Sensing she was about to fly into a rage, Chen Erbao neutralized another of her attacks, retreated two steps, and spoke earnestly.

But at his words, Zhao Ruoying's temper finally snapped. Her slender eyebrows shot up as she said icily:

"What? You think women are inferior to men?"

"That's not what I meant—whoa!"

Zhao Ruoying launched a low sweep. As Chen Erbao moved to block, she abruptly feinted, her kick suddenly accelerating as it whipped toward his head.

The sudden move caught Chen Erbao off guard.

In truth, he'd never had any formal close-quarters combat training. He fought purely by relying on the enhanced agility, strength, and other basic attributes granted by his Joyful Technique. Faced with a skilled attack like this, he was struggling to defend himself.

Fortunately, his reflexes were sharp. Just an instant before the kick connected with his head, he caught her foot in mid-air.

Though he caught her foot, the force of the kick sent him stumbling to the right. He refused to let go, however, and his grip on her foot pulled her off-balance along with him.

To keep from falling, Chen Erbao yanked Zhao Ruoying toward him, spun around, and pinned her against the wall.

However, because one of Zhao Ruoying's legs was still raised high from the kick, it was now propped on his shoulder, trapping them in an extremely awkward position.

Only her incredible flexibility made it possible. If it had been Fang Yun, she never could have held such a difficult pose.

Chen Erbao grabbed her wrists, pressing his body flush against hers to hold her against the wall. He said calmly,

"Village Chief, let's just leave it at this. I apologize!"

The rush of his masculine scent washed over her, and Zhao Ruoying's mind flashed back to the absurd encounter that afternoon. A blush crept up her face.

"Now... get off me!"

She was about to lose her mind.

Her entire life, everyone around her had treated her with kid gloves. No one had ever been this rude to her; no one had even dared to raise their voice.

Yet in the two short days she'd been in Bailong Village, she'd been assaulted twice!

And one of those times was while she was naked!

Chen Erbao knew she was prone to violence.

"I won't let go, unless you promise not to hit me."

"..."

Zhao Ruoying felt a sense of déjà vu...

'Weren't these the exact words they'd exchanged this afternoon?'

'Only our positions are different...'

"I'm really sorry. It was a misunderstanding. There's no need for—"

It was the height of summer, and their brief struggle had left them both covered in sweat. Zhao Ruoying's white T-shirt was soaked through. Now that she was pinned to the wall, the fabric clung to her, revealing the impressive assets beneath. Even the full contours of her chest were clearly visible.

Catching a glimpse of the spectacular view out of the corner of his eye, Chen Erbao couldn't help himself. His Bright Silver Spear stirred restlessly.

Zhao Ruoying had also noticed her own embarrassing predicament. She was just about to accept Chen Erbao's apology when she suddenly felt something hard pressing against her lower abdomen, making her extremely uncomfortable.

She couldn't help but squirm.

Her squirming, however, was a mistake. It caused the tip of his Bright Silver Spear to grind against her through the thin fabric of her clothes.

"Hiss..."

Chen Erbao involuntarily sucked in a sharp breath, and the tip of his spear pressed forward.

Hearing his gasp and carefully processing the fiery sensation against her lower abdomen, Zhao Ruoying finally understood. A crimson blush instantly spread from her cheeks all the way down her fair, jade-like neck.

But the murderous intent in her eyes only intensified.

"You... you're courting death!"

She roared in fury. Finding her body still pinned, she lowered her head and sank her teeth into Chen Erbao's shoulder.

"Fuck... Let go..."

'This woman is just like Lin Zhiqing,' Chen Erbao thought. 'Proud, fiery, and a biter!'

But he had plenty of experience dealing with women like this. Just ask Lin Zhiqing!

So, Chen Erbao dipped his body slightly and stepped forward, wedging his legs between hers.

His Bright Silver Spear thrust upward, pressing against her vital point, even sinking in slightly through her clothing.

The sudden, intense stimulation from below caused Zhao Ruoying's mind to go blank for an instant. Her body went ramrod straight, and her teeth loosened their grip on his shoulder without her realizing.

Seizing the opportunity, Chen Erbao released one of her wrists, grabbed her jade-white chin, and crushed his lips against hers.

'You bite me, I'll bite you right back!'

But the kiss wasn't all. Chen Erbao put power into his hips, his Bright Silver Spear grinding against her.

"Mmmph..."

In an instant, Zhao Ruoying's mind went completely blank. It was as if a slow electric current was flowing through her body, starting from the vital point between her legs and surging all the way to her head. Her entire body went limp and weak, and she lost all ability to resist.

Effortlessly, he parted her lips. His agile tongue slipped past her teeth, capturing her panicked, tender tongue and drawing it into his own mouth.

Assaulted from above and below, Zhao Ruoying forgot everything. She felt as if she were floating on a cloud, completely limp.

As if with a mind of its own, Chen Erbao's hand slid up under the hem of her shirt. With practiced ease, he pushed aside her bra and cupped one of her soft, bouncy breasts, squeezing it wantonly.

Feeling her nipple harden rapidly beneath his touch, Chen Erbao let out a satisfied smirk and moved his hand downward. It wasn't until his hand slipped into her pants and his fingers hooked the edge of that mysterious place that Zhao Ruoying managed to forcibly regain some of her senses.

"You... bastard..."

Before she could finish speaking, Chen Erbao blocked her mouth again, while his fingers, now covered in Spiritual Fire, pressed down.

The searing heat made Zhao Ruoying's mind go blank once more. She felt dizzy, and if Chen Erbao hadn't been holding her up, she would have already collapsed to the floor.

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