Chapter 19

In the night breeze, the long, milky white dress gently swayed, its hem adorned with ivory pearls. A black ribbon cinched her waist, the black and white combination resembling a sprite under the night sky. From the side, the back of the dress was intricately cut out, revealing the delicate skin of a baby, and her arms, clad in white gloves, were crossed over her chest, accentuating the undulating curves of her chest.

The proud twin peaks, with a delicate collarbone that made Sun Yan want to bite, and her black hair tied up, showcasing a perfect neck curve. A silver mask covered the part of her face above her nose, leaving her red lips slightly upturned. Her lower lip was particularly plump, with a shallow indentation in the middle, glowing with a rosy luster, and her white teeth were faintly visible.

Such a girl, even if only partially revealed, was enough to drive any male animal mad.

Sun Yan cursed inwardly, "Full breasts, wasp waist, and a firm butt, what a perfect figure! Does this woman have no brains? To come to such a secluded place, isn't she just tempting men to commit crimes?"

Clearly, Qian Lin was a male animal ready to commit a crime, and he was a repeat offender.

Seeing the girl's smile, he couldn't help but wonder how charming her smile must be under that silver mask.

The evil fire in Qian Lin's heart could no longer be suppressed. He took out a small thumb-sized box, pressed a button, and casually threw it on the ground. "This silencer has a range of 100 meters. Come on, the party is almost over. Lady, let's not waste time."

As he spoke, Qian Lin pulled out a gun and leered, "Come, take off your clothes. Don't make me do it. If I use this tranquilizer gun, you won't have any fun, will you?"

Sun Yan couldn't help but groan, covering his face. He didn't even dare to force himself, what a wimp! Why not shoot himself?

"Hey, Qian Lin, can you be a man? Threatening women with something like this, are you even a man?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out, revealing his name. Qian Lin's face changed, and he shouted, "Who? Come out."

At the top of the pavilion, Sun Yan held a bottle of wine, lightly jumped down, opened the cap, and drank, glancing sideways with a sneer, "This is a good place for a wild battle, and I don't mind watching a live show for free, but if the male actor is you, Qian Lin, it's just too disgusting."

"Who are you?" Qian Lin's tone was dark. He instinctively felt that this person was not to be trifled with. He thought for a moment and then smiled, "What? Do you want a piece of the action too? Wait until I'm done."

Damn, is this guy's mind only filled with these things? Sun Yan always thought he wasn't that noble, but compared to Qian Lin, he felt incredibly pure.

He took another sip of wine, burped, and slowly walked toward Qian Lin.

Qian Lin's heart tightened, and he shouted, "Stop, if you dare to..." As he spoke, a sinister smile appeared in his eyes, and he suddenly pulled the trigger.

The expected gunshot did not occur. Qian Lin felt his right hand tighten, a finger pressing on the trigger, preventing him from pulling it. This drunk man had moved like a ghost, covering 10 meters in the blink of an eye and standing right in front of him.

"Huh?" The girl, looking at Sun Yan's back, murmured, "Perfect-level Wind Step."

"Who are you?" Qian Lin's voice was stern, "Do you know who I am?"

"Didn't I just say? Qian Lin, third-year C-69 class at Nan Ying Academy." Sun Yan smiled, taking off the mask and squinting his drunken eyes, "Right? My good classmate, Qian Lin."

The sudden appearance of Sun Yan's face made Qian Lin's eyes widen, "You... Sun Yan!"

Bang!

A bottle of wine exploded on Qian Lin's head, the light yellow liquid splashing everywhere. Qian Lin immediately clutched his head and crouched down in pain.

"Pity half a bottle of wine. Your head is pretty hard, no damage at all."

Sun Yan casually threw the half-broken bottle aside, looked at the tranquilizer gun in his hand, and immediately activated his inner energy, causing the gun to shatter, with pieces falling to the ground.

Qian Lin, still clutching his head, felt as if his brain was about to split. He winced in pain and roared, "Sun Yan, you little brat, I won't let you off."

Suddenly, Qian Lin's body was lifted into the air, grabbed by the collar by Sun Yan with one hand.

Sun Yan squinted his eyes, "What? Qian Lin, did you plan to let me off? I bet you'll come for me by tomorrow evening, right?"

Thud!

Another punch to the abdomen, Qian Lin felt as if his stomach was being squeezed by an invisible hand, forcing out the food and drink he had consumed that evening, along with the mask, in a spray of yellow liquid, the smell unbearable, even the contents of his intestines spewed out of his mouth.

This was truly a beating to the point of defecation!

Sun Yan shook his wrist and threw Qian Lin to the ground. He didn't want to get dirty; the smell would keep him awake all night.

Qian Lin's face hit the ground, and he felt the foul taste in his mouth, wanting to vomit but unable to, as his stomach was empty.

"Sun Yan, you dare to treat me like this, you're dead. You'll be dead tomorrow."

Unprecedented humiliation surged in Qian Lin's heart. As a disciple of the Qian family, he had been raised in luxury since childhood. Although his martial arts talent was lacking, his status as a direct descendant of the Qian family allowed him to act without restraint. However, today, he was humiliated by a classmate, a lowly person from C-69 class, Sun Yan, who dared to hit him, a sin that could not be forgiven. He would make Sun Yan regret ever being born.

Seeing Qian Lin lying on the ground, glaring at him with hatred, Sun Yan rubbed his dazed head and laughed, "Qian Lin, you don't seem to understand the situation!"

He lifted his foot, and his right leg whipped out, slapping Qian Lin's face, leaving a shoe print and a swollen cheek. Qian Lin, eyes wide open, didn't react.

The perfect-level whip-like softness used by Sun Yan only injured Qian Lin's facial muscles without damaging his teeth or nerves, just like the two punches earlier, where his inner energy was precisely controlled to squeeze out the contents of Qian Lin's stomach and intestines without harming his internal organs.

This wasn't because Sun Yan was cautious, but because he truly despised this scum.

Slap, another kick, and this time Qian Lin felt the pain, clutching his face and howling, "Sun Yan, you bastard, you wait, the Qian family won't let you off."

"Scum!" Sun Yan burped, "Not let me off? Do you think I'll let you off? Do you think I don't know what you've done? How many classmates have you driven out of school in the past three years? Since you dared to provoke me, do you think I'm the same as those people?"

"Stop kicking, stop kicking. Sun Yan, we're classmates, ah! Stop... Sun Brother, please..."

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap... Sun Yan's legs moved in a flurry, delivering hundreds of kicks in a moment, turning Qian Lin's square face into a pig's head, leaving him lying on the ground, barely alive. Sun Yan then lifted his leg and kicked Qian Lin's buttocks, sending him flying 10 meters away.

"Get lost! If you say another word, you'll never speak again."

Qian Lin, using his hands and feet, scrambled away as fast as he could, not daring to speak, only hoping to leave as quickly as possible, fearing that Sun Yan might change his mind.

Watching Qian Lin flee, Sun Yan held his forehead, "Drinking always leads to trouble! I was too impulsive. I'll have trouble when I return to school tomorrow. But it's good, I've wanted to beat him up for a long time. I'll find an opportunity to beat up Qian Li too."

After watching the battle between Chen Wang and Chang Cheng, Sun Yan was greatly inspired, and the alcohol further unleashed his suppressed side.

Turning around, he looked at the beautiful girl in front of him, one hand in his pocket, the other on his hip, standing diagonally, and squinting his eyes, he called out, "Hey, girl! Do you have a brain? Coming to such a secluded place alone, what do you think men are? Do you think men are lambs? They are only lambs in public. In a place like this, you're the lamb. Stupid!"

The girl looked at Sun Yan in surprise, it was the first time someone had spoken to her so boldly.

Her pink lips parted, revealing two ivory teeth, looking particularly alluring in the night. Sun Yan's chest tightened; he had never thought that a girl's subtle movements could be so seductive.

Shaking his head hard, Sun Yan turned to pick up the silencer, "Hey, girl! Don't just stand there! Get out of here. Really, with such big breasts, no wonder you're so brainless."

Just as he bent down to touch the silencer, he felt a subtle breeze from behind. Instinctively, he turned around and saw a slender finger pointing at him, the girl's finger like a spring onion.

Sun Yan's eyes narrowed. In his special vision, the finger moved slowly but seemed to block all his escape routes.

His feet moved, and the Wind Step activated. Sun Yan's body turned to the right, and his right hand fell, striking the tip of the finger. He immediately felt a sharp, needle-like inner energy, and his feet crossed, retreating three steps to finally escape the relentless finger.

The two pulled apart, and Sun Yan sized up the girl, cursing, "Damn! You're so strong, yet you let that scum harass you? Are you brain-dead?"

"Oh? What should I do then?" The girl suddenly spoke, her voice like silver beads falling, clear and beautiful.

Sun Yan was momentarily dazed, then regained his composure and clenched his fist, "You should kick that guy's balls to pieces."

"Rude! I'll try it on you first." The girl's figure moved, and with a perfect-level Wind Step, her high-heeled foot kicked toward Sun Yan's crotch.

"Damn, I must have had eight lifetimes of bad luck. Saving someone and getting castrated."

Sun Yan cursed, following the Wind Step to dodge the deadly kick. His arms whipped out, the air whistling sharply.

The girl smiled, her arms intertwining, also using a perfect-level whip-like technique, effectively entangling Sun Yan's arms.

Bang!

From the point where their arms met, a dull sound echoed, the wind swirling around them, recreating the opening of the battle between Chen Wang and Chang Cheng.

The recent battle replayed in Sun Yan's mind, and a fighting spirit rose in his chest...