Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 94 - 90 Flirting and Bickering [Seeking Initial Subscriptions upon Going Live]

Chapter 94: Chapter 90 Flirting and Bickering [Seeking Initial Subscriptions upon Going Live]

He lifts his leg, no longer caring about maintaining a gentlemanly demeanor.

Directly kicks towards the lower abdomen, although Yan Yurou would always sneak peeks at her elders practicing martial arts at home, there’s still an essential gap between her and someone like Jiang Feng, who has taken a Body Tempering Pill.

Moreover, males inherently have advantages in battle, and his tremendous strength sends the young girl flying seven or eight meters, but she manages to barely stabilize and not fall.

Jiang Feng also uses this reaction force to increase the distance between them because he has no idea how many strands of hair might still be floating in the air.

By now, he had completely figured out the Taiyin Taoist Skills Yan Yurou had learned; if he’s not wrong, in order for Yan Yurou to manipulate objects and cause them to change, she must first use Spiritual Energy, and only with the adherence of Spiritual Energy can she change the shape of those objects.

Without the adherence of Spiritual Energy, these surrounding things would pose no threat, and judging from the few strands of hair that fell from Yan Yurou just now, as long as they have been touched by her or are part of her body, they carry this kind of Spiritual Energy.

And...

He looks down at his own right abdomen, pierced through.

The wound is not large since it was only a strand of hair, and there seems to be an upper limit to its size and hardness. He immediately thinks of the bamboo leaves that had just fallen, and he roughly has an idea in his mind.

"At the moment, the weight and mass can increase over a thousand times."

"The size should be around a hundred times; whether it’s hair strands or bamboo leaves, they all seem to enlarge in the same proportion for about five seconds. None of those many bamboo leaves increased in size for more than five seconds, including the strand of hair in my stomach, which should be her limit."

"But the hairpin she’s holding always maintains its current state, meaning she must continue to touch it in order to consistently use that Taiyin Taoist Skill, and the speed, earlier when I seized the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, Yu Rou didn’t use anything else around her besides the hairpin to resist."

"Now it seems that at that moment, she must focus on blocking my sword, unable to spare any attention for using her Daoist Skills..."

Neither of them acts rashly as the recent exchange has made both parties extremely cautious; a single misstep could lead to irreparable consequences.

After discovering the characteristics of the Taiyin Taoist Skills, his gaze inadvertently drifts towards the Spiritual Energy dispersed by Yan Yurou, and this action lets her know that Jiang Feng has likely seen through her techniques.

"Jiang Lang is indeed powerful; in just a few months of cultivation, he has managed to embarrass Yu Rou, who has been practicing for several years."

She lifts her hand to wipe the corner of her mouth, the remaining rouge striking in its vibrancy. The fresh blood blends with the back of her bridal dress, yet she doesn’t hold back her praise.

Silent.

In Jiang Feng’s ears, these words are somewhat piercing; his progress is only because Liu Xianzi taught him swordsmanship and he received advice from two senior sisters, which set him on the path of cultivation.

But his fiancée in front of him...

Is self-taught, from the most rudimentary breathing techniques to cultivation, including learning the Taiyin Taoist Skills, all on her own.

His grip tightens on the longsword in his hand, and strategies for the impending battle begin to form in his mind; Yan Yurou also mobilizes all the remaining Spiritual Energy within her body, but what she doesn’t notice is...

That from the beginning to the end, Jiang Feng has never employed Spiritual Energy, even though he is perfectly capable of sword control.

Swoosh!

He makes the first move.

Kicking up a piece of rubble from the ground towards his face, Jiang Feng’s figure closely follows behind, but without warning, he suddenly starts running in a curved trajectory. The next second, countless bamboo shoots remaining on the ground begin to twist, attacking the young man relentlessly like ground spikes.

Even the sky above starts raining down numerous bamboo leaves, swarming like a sudden storm, with the dense bamboo leaves tearing up the ground into chaos; each leaf nearly a meter long, the sheer sight of it is enough to send shivers down one’s spine.

No one would have expected two beginners, who don’t even have Lifebound Magical Treasures, to cause such an uproar.

To this day, Yan Yurou doesn’t know the level of her cultivation because the people at home simply can’t discuss anything about cultivation with her, and she can’t possibly reveal this secret to anyone else.

Over the years, she had never felt any so-called threshold, focusing all her attention on her fiancé Jiang Feng; but after noticing the control method of the Taiyin Taoist Skill, Jiang Feng carefully avoided Yan Yurou’s arrangements with every step he took.

Taking detours on purpose, he used the equally dense bamboo forest to block all those bamboo leaves. Although each leaf was incredibly heavy, they were ultimately only about a hundred or so pounds, far from enough to crush the bamboo forest.

Therefore, Lady Yan promptly changed her strategy. The bamboo leaves, which had been injected with massive amounts of Spiritual Energy, suddenly shrank, becoming indistinguishable from normal bamboo leaves and continued to rain down on the young man.

"Indeed..." he muttered to himself, intently watching the bamboo leaves floating all around him. With agile movements, he blocked all these incoming bamboo leaves, while keeping an eye on Yan Yurou’s every move from the corner of his eye.

He saw the young lady once again reach out to touch a solitary bamboo beside her, and when he saw its bamboo leaves flying straight toward him, he knew his chance had arrived.

"Five."

The bamboo leaves detached from the solitary bamboo, and with a whistling and tearing sound, they flew toward him, putting the young man on high alert.

His body pivoted, his Longsword swung, but ultimately there were too many bamboo leaves. He still lacked the skill to release Sword Qi; with several hundred leaves striking at once, he had no way to block them all.

"Four."

Accompanied by the sharpness of his sword swings and the tearing of his skin, this round of assault left him with at least five wounds, with the closest one barely grazing his cheek.

Yan Yurou had nothing else beside her, but at that moment, Jiang Feng suddenly threw the only weapon in his hand!

"Three."

This action made Yan Yurou somewhat puzzled. Was he desperate? Throwing your only weapon over, how will you fight back?

The young lady naturally raised the hairpin in her hand, attempting to intercept the flying sword. However, she didn’t notice that as Jiang Feng threw the Longsword, he had actually lowered his stance and grabbed the bamboo leaves on the ground.

With just a bit of force, he could feel their texture as tough as steel and their heavy weight.

Just as he had guessed.

These bamboo leaves shot out by Yan Yurou still had their Spiritual Energy undissipated.

"Two."

With all his strength, he hurled them, and just then, the Spiritual Energy inside him finally burst forth, controlling the heavy, solid leaves as they shot straight toward the young lady’s face.

This move made Yan Yurou’s face change color, but she still quickly positioned the hairpin in front of her chest. At the same time, Jiang Feng also pushed off with his legs, lunging straight toward Yan Yurou.

"One!"

The Longsword was deftly knocked aside by the young lady, who used the force to send it flying into the air.

However, at this moment, the two bamboo leaves did not follow the trajectory she anticipated. Instead, they skimmed past her side and attacked from behind. Helpless, she could only raise her hand to grab the second hairpin at the back of her head.

Clang—

The bamboo leaves were knocked away, and as they did, they seemed to lose all their strength, floating motionlessly in the air. These five seconds were indeed the limit of her energy infusion.

But just as the young lady turned around after knocking down the bamboo leaves.

The figure of that man loomed larger and larger in her eyes...

Until he finally pinned her to the ground.