Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 385 - 246: The Berserker with an Intelligence of 5

Chapter 385: Chapter 246: The Berserker with an Intelligence of 5

The sound faded away.

Under the moonlight, the silver-spirit woman walked on the light and vanished in just a few moments.

The young man’s dark skin slowly lost its patterns, although it still looked purplish-black. This was a healthy color from being exposed to UV rays outdoors for years, his expression a mix of lingering fear as he touched the wounds on his neck and chest.

A mere touch was enough to make him grimace in pain.

"Too close, too close."

"Luckily, I diligently train every day, never slacking or skimping during body tempering. Otherwise, those two strikes would have severed my body."

"Why are these Central Plains disciples so formidable? The woman I met over half a month ago was unimaginably powerful, and that old man playing with the Fire Dragon a few days ago was extremely strong too. How come I got beaten so badly by a woman?"

"It’s because my skills are not good enough."

His expression was somewhat downcast. For this honest Young Master Cen, he would never consider that it wasn’t his fault, nor would he think that managing to fight back under such oppressive circumstances was quite admirable.

Even the current Family Head of the Cen Family Village would raise his thumbs and praise him with two words if he were here.

Durable.

This was the epitome of Young Master Cen’s life, or perhaps, his path of cultivation.

Body Cultivation is essentially the ultimate tank in the front line, the body comparable to a weapon, with tremendous recovery abilities, possessing seemingly endless stamina. Their mode of attack is their fists, and defense is similarly reliant on their fists. The drawbacks and benefits are both clear.

The drawback is that he is mostly passive in receiving hits. Against those who aren’t as agile or lack special Magic Treasures, he could easily triumph. People couldn’t retaliate, you could hit him countless times, but he only needs one punch to strike you.

The benefit is needless to mention, nothing else but his ’durability.’ Even against a direct descendant of a Sect Master like Ying Ling, wielding two major Magic Treasures and Sect Ultimate Skills, it was still a struggle to inflict wounds on him.

Leaving only two blood marks on his body, the wounds not even half an inch deep. It would be more apt to describe it as scrapes rather than cuts. He looked down at his chest; his vest was torn open, a considerable quality armor.

For a moment, Young Master Cen couldn’t help but feel distressed.

"Hmph, that woman is indeed cunning."

A familiar voice made Cen Zhuangzhuang straighten his back immediately, his face lighting up with joy, which quickly turned to a worried expression.

"Cousin, you were here? That woman earlier was so formidable."

Just thinking about his embarrassing behavior earlier, he knew his cousin must have seen it. To avoid disturbing their fight, he had kept silent, no wonder the woman named Ying Ling chose to leave.

Her agile fighting style combined with her Magic Treasures and secret techniques could be said to completely counter Cen Zhuangzhuang. But the fact that this Young Master was a Body Cultivator, whose style was countered, could still not break through the defenses, added to by Cen Yueyue would probably be difficult to handle.

Thus, her departure was naturally expected.

From the nearby bushes rustled sounds, and soon a young woman in a Flowing Immortal Skirt walked out, casually pushing the branches in front of her aside. Her lips were pink, her skin creamy and smooth, and the green top made her look somewhat green and more innocent, filled with vitality.

Her long hair, secured at the top of her head with a hairpin, fell in two braids across her chest. Honestly, with such attire and appearance, no one could tell she was a girl from the Southern Border; she was much too refined.

Especially that delicate charm, which made many men fall for her. Ever since Cen Yueyue came of age, the visitors to her home had been endless. Countless people came to see her beauty and sought a good match in marriage, her being of prime age shortly after reaching adulthood.

But among all these young talents, not one was able to catch her eye.

As the eldest daughter at home, Cen Yueyue had undoubtedly matured much compared to before. She was no longer as naughty, although she still had a somewhat girlish temperament. Every time at home, she would actively entertain guests and had learned how to navigate social interactions.

Glancing at her disheveled brother, she didn’t scold him like before but said very calmly, "The disciples of the Joyful Sect are mostly this style—cruel in their actions, wandering between swords, hidden in the shadows, creating illusions, dissecting hearts. This is the way of the Joyful Sect disciples."

"Their specialized Spells involve shadows, casting shadows with the light of the sun and the moon. For them, it’s both a Magic Treasure and a weapon. The weapons in their hands are mostly daggers, short blades, Blade Wheels, and various Hidden Weapons, including drugs, like aphrodisiacs, which they are also proficient in."

"Her initial invitation to the straw hut was likely intending to use a Bewitching Technique on you, aiming to trap you with illusions, and even what you drank might not have been clean."

"But you, always simple-minded since childhood, the illusions that most trouble others are useless against you, not to mention drugs. Whether it’s poison or aphrodisiacs, given your poison-immune constitution, neither would have much effect."

"The majority of the Magic Treasures used within their sect are for enhancing stealth or assassination. Against other Cultivators, once a flaw is caught, it results in a throat-slitting strike. Yet, these two things are precisely ineffective against you."

"Durable and able to fight, that woman holding you was also troubled. Even that last blow, where you lost your balance and were kicked into the sky, only managed to graze two patches of your skin. She had no choice but to flee."