Infinite Paradise
Chapter 21 - 11 Look, look, you are getting impatient again (please follow and read)

Chapter 21: 11 Look, look, you are getting impatient again (please follow and read)

Raymond had long been ready to fight Marilyn for three hundred rounds. As soon as the curtain was lifted, he immediately charged forward. However, his face froze instantly and staring at Le Cheng, he stuttered, "You... you... you..."

When he entered, it was Marilyn, but coming out was a strange man. Could it be that Marilyn was actually a man?

The first thought that popped into Raymond’s mind was this bizarre idea, but soon he felt something was off. Did he not already know whether Marilyn was a man or a woman? If Marilyn were a man, wouldn’t that make him look stupid?

"Who are you? Where’s Marilyn?"

"Raymond, right? Marilyn can’t entertain you right now, so I’ll keep you company tonight..."

"Get lost!" Before Le Cheng could finish, Raymond slapped him, angrily yelling, "I want Marilyn, you get lost!"

"I know you want Marilyn, but calm down first." Le Cheng dodged to the side, lightly tapped Raymond’s knee with his toes, leaped to the right, and settled on a nearby wooden horse. As the wooden horse swayed back and forth, he too gently swayed, laughing as he spoke.

"Speaking of which, Marilyn is indeed a pretty lady—fair-skinned, beautiful, tight and soft, advanced techniques, and her moans are like that of orioles and swallows. I can understand your restless heart, but you can’t be too hasty in chasing girls, unless you’re as handsome as me. Unfortunately, with your lopsided features..."

"You motherfucker!" Enraged, Raymond picked up a chair and smashed it toward Le Cheng.

"Oh, don’t rush." Le Cheng smoothly caught the chair, crouched, and placed it on the wooden horse, sitting on it, and continued, "Actually, I could teach you some experience, like Marilyn’s XP, and her favorite positions. Though she appears to be a Dominant on the surface, she actually has a potential to be submissive, especially when I’m on top of her..."

"You’re asking for death!"

It finally dawned on Raymond that this guy was specifically here to disgust him. Although he didn’t know how this was related to Marilyn, how could he tolerate such humiliation? He was immediately filled with rage.

With a roar, Raymond charged at Le Cheng like a tank, threw a punch, and the chair along with the wooden horse was smashed to pieces, but Le Cheng had already leaped away, playing with a leather whip in his hand.

"Oh, and let me tell you some good news. Earlier, when you were waiting at the party entrance, Marilyn was kneeling in front of me, using her soft lips and tongue... It was absolutely thrilling."

"I’m going to tear you apart!"

"Look, see, you’re rushing again." Le Cheng pointed at him mockingly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah —"

Raymond could no longer suppress the rage in his heart; even his body swelled, his face twisted like a fierce beast.

"Oh, so this is your enhanced state, huh? Looks like you’ve become even more terrifying. But getting so big means your body becomes a bigger target too. If I were you, I definitely wouldn’t make such a foolish move."

While speaking, Le Cheng moved behind Raymond. His words weren’t merely to disgust Raymond, although he indeed had a habit of speaking flirtatiously out of context, but mainly he wanted to see Raymond at his peak. After all, if he couldn’t even kill Raymond at his best, challenging the Prison Director would be nothing but a fool’s dream.

As he expected, Raymond was indeed infuriated.

Of course, even the tamest lapdog couldn’t stand such words, let alone Raymond, who wasn’t submissive at all.

Raymond’s swollen body appeared like a real giant, with arms thicker than Le Cheng’s head. Each swing of his fists brought a whistling sound, like thunder—very handsome, very cool, very fierce, but... completely missing the target.

Le Cheng seemed like a ghost floating in the air, always moving to Raymond’s back by a step ahead every time Raymond turned to attack, as if he could predict Raymond’s movements, being later but arriving first, even without making a sound.

But if you look closely, you would see that Le Cheng was not actually floating, his toes were always touching the ground. Because he never fully planted his feet, his stance seemed unstable, and it was precisely the wind from Raymond’s punches that lifted his light body, making him seem ghost-like.

It wasn’t any high-end technique, just a simple leveraging... Of course, a little bit of Le Cheng’s unique movements and micro-controls were added into the mix.

Le Cheng was never the type of warrior who relied on brute force to overpower others. Before encountering true supernatural beings, no matter how twisted he was, he couldn’t break the limits of the human body. His specialty lay in magnifying his advantages to the fullest by controlling the details and attacking the enemy’s weaknesses.

What was Raymond’s advantage?

Strength!

Le Cheng even had reason to believe that with the strength Raymond displayed now, he could overturn a car going 70 miles per hour. Added to his massive body, he was like a natural armored battle tank. However, his weaknesses were also obvious, starting with his speed. His huge body inevitably slowed down his reaction time and, for Le Cheng, wasn’t it also an ideal cover?

Using the enemy’s very existence as a weapon for attack and defense was his standard tactic.

"Arrrrgh, damn you, you little pest, come out!"

Raymond was nearly going insane. His almost invincible strength couldn’t be utilized, and he couldn’t crush his enemies as before. His frustration was building up, and gradually, he couldn’t even see Le Cheng anymore, filling him with irritability and reluctance.

"Die, lap dog, I’m right behind you."

Raymond swiftly turned around—

"Ahhh!"

Then, he let out a horrific scream.

At the moment he turned, Le Cheng delivered a kick to his groin; the tent that rose up crisply snapped, unclear whether his testicles were smashed, but surely some tool was broken.

"See, I warned you before, fighting is much like courting girls. You can’t be too hasty; you must remain calm at all times. This way you can spot your opponent’s weaknesses and effectively strike. Listen carefully to my advice."

"——Ahh!"

The excruciating pain wasn’t something a normal man could endure. Even someone as strong as Raymond was in so much pain that his legs went weak and he started sweating profusely. Instinctively, he reached out, wanting to crush Le Cheng’s neck to vent his anger.

However, Le Cheng’s attack had already come first.

As Raymond bent down clutching his knees, Le Cheng’s pale and sharp index finger pierced into his eye socket like a venomous snake, and with blood splattering, Raymond screamed in agony again.

Kicking the groin, poking the eyes, mere dirty tricks.

But this wasn’t a performance or a sport. In a fight to the death, who cares about fair play or elegance? Practicality is what matters.

However, Raymond wasn’t like Green Ghost, easily comparable. After losing an eye, he quickly calmed down, shielded his body with his left hand while retreating, and then picked up an iron stick that had fallen on the ground, ready for combat.

As the distance between them increased, it became harder for Le Cheng to get close.

"Not bad, you’re finally showing some improvement, not just relying on your strength..."

Le Cheng gave an approving look, then changed the subject, "But let me ask you again, can you see the enemy in the dark?"

Snap!

Le Cheng snapped his fingers lightly.

The next moment, the lights in the room flickered and gradually went out.

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