Chapter 111 – Dominating the Jade Maiden Peak Alone: A Beautiful Encounter

The duel between Ye Kuang and Tian Ming seemed lengthy, yet it had all unfolded within a mere quarter of an hour.

The outcome, surprisingly, defied expectations—both sides had given their all, resulting in mutual devastation!

Tian Ming knelt on the ground, arms hanging limply, his entire demeanor appearing somewhat dazed, clearly devoid of any remaining strength to fight.

Ye Kuang, meanwhile, felt his consciousness fading as he staggered toward the main entrance.

The distance of several dozen zhang now seemed as vast as a hundred thousand li in his eyes.

This was, without a doubt, the most strenuous battle he had ever fought—he had exhausted every ounce of his ability just to defeat the opponent before him.

At that moment, a furious shout of “Stop him!” echoed through the hall, brimming with rage.

It was Yuan Xiaohe.

By the entrance, two ninth-dan black belt men sprang into action at the command. Under the intimidation of Chairman Yuan, they had no choice but to steel themselves and guard the doorway.

Seeing this, Ye Kuang abruptly raised his heavy arms and rasped, “Get… out of my way.”

Hearing this, Yuan Xiaohe shot forward like an arrow. Before he even arrived, his voice reverberated throughout the hall: “He’s at the end of his rope! Stop him!!!”

Ye Kuang: “Urgh!”

In the blink of an eye!

Both moved simultaneously—one charging swiftly forward, the other unleashing the “Wild Goose Landing” killing technique with lightning speed.

Indeed, just as Yuan Xiaohe had said, Ye Kuang had reached his absolute limit.

If he were to engage further with Yuan Xiaohe now, even if not knocked down, he would exhaust his last reserves of strength and collapse from depletion.

At that point, he would become utterly defenseless, and the consequences were all too obvious, even to a fool.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Several deafening explosions erupted. Despite the door’s incredibly sturdy material, it was instantly torn apart, scattering debris everywhere.

In an instant, clouds of dust billowed forth, shooting into the sky like an earth dragon.

This spectacle thoroughly terrified the eager onlookers waiting outside, who were inevitably engulfed by the dust, prompting a chorus of curses to pierce the night sky.

“Damn it! I just took a hot bath! Who the hell did this? Have you no decency? Don’t you know how precious water is?”

“Cough, cough, cough! Damn it, who is it? Get out here, you bastard! Let me teach you how to behave…”

“I’m so done with this. If I’d known I’d run into this crap, I wouldn’t have come.”

Yuan Xiaohe paid no heed to the torrent of curses, striding swiftly forward as he threw a fierce punch at a retreating figure.

The punch was executed with such speed, precision, and ruthlessness!

Thud!

The sound of fist meeting flesh was enough to make one’s hair stand on end.

Ye Kuang spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body sent flying by the immense force.

Now truly drained of all energy, he could only narrow his eyes and stare fixedly at the large tree stump ahead.

In that moment, countless thoughts flooded his mind—he had neither achieved his ideals nor ascended to the pinnacle of the world, only to meet such a tragic end.

Anyone would feel overwhelming indignation at this.

Yet, he had never imagined his death would be so ignominious.

At this thought, Ye Kuang burst out cursing: “Damn you, Yuan, you bald donkey! If I survive, I’ll uproot your entire Karate Association!”

“Really?”Who would have thought that at this very moment, a soft sigh drifted over, clear as a singing oriole and melodious as flowing water, carrying an exquisite charm.

Ye Kuang had plunged headfirst into a soft, warm embrace, distinctly more delicate and exquisite than anything he had ever experienced. Breathing in the unique fragrance of the person before him, he couldn’t help but become intoxicated.

Apart from her natural scent, she carried an intoxicating aroma.

The subtle fragrance was refreshingly pure, reminiscent of lilies yet also peonies, but unlike either—it was a scent he had never encountered before.

Ye Kuang instinctively nestled deeper, and as warmth enveloped him, it sent an electric thrill through his heart, stirring restless thoughts.

It felt like a mother’s warm embrace, evoking an overwhelming sense of security.

There was no trace of conflict or strife, only the most serene harmony of the Human Realm.

In that instant, he was seized by an urge to fall into a deep slumber.

Yes, he wanted to sleep in this warm embrace, regardless of whether the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled, or the world grew old.

The newcomer was none other than the top-ranked belle of Normal Knowledge Academy, the foremost Jade Maiden—Ling Piaoyun!

Her brows were tightly knit, as if slightly annoyed, and this time, she wore no veil, revealing a face of unparalleled beauty.

Her long hair cascaded to her shoulders, clearly damp as if she had just bathed—neither too thick nor too thin, it was just perfect.

Even without mentioning her beauty that could outshine the moon and put flowers to shame, the faint anger in her phoenix eyes, the way her cherry lips bit her pearly teeth, and her trembling with rage were enough to drive any man wild!

Her embarrassed fury made it clear she wished to push away the rogue nestled in her arms.

It must be said that, from childhood till now, she had never encountered such an awkward situation. She had come with good intentions to help, only to end up not just causing a stir but also being taken advantage of by a man.

For a moment, the Jade Maiden felt like crying but had no tears.

Of course, Ye Kuang had long lost consciousness and was acting purely on instinct.

Soon, it became apparent that his arms were tightly wrapped around the jade-like beauty in his embrace, as if afraid this was nothing but an illusory dream.

Had Ye Kuang been in his right mind, he would never have dared to act this way.

As the saying goes, “Men and women should not touch when giving or receiving.”

Otherwise, how would he differ from a lecher?

One might call him deeply reserved, but he could never be labeled a scoundrel.

Here, what unfolded was nothing short of a poetic encounter.

The two then gracefully landed on the branch of a large tree, a scene so enchanting it could stir envy in any onlooker.

Indeed, there was no one present who wouldn’t wish to be in his place—only a crowd of onlookers burning with jealousy and fury.

If a clumsy verse could capture Ye Kuang’s feelings at this moment, it might read:

“A subtle fragrance fills my senses, unlike any in the Human Realm. I’d forsake all ambitions grand, to hold her close, if but a moment’s span. Warmth, softness, scented embrace—how can such perfection grace this mortal place?”

“This electric thrill pierces heart and soul, leaving thoughts of her beyond control. How can I not sigh at time’s swift flight? Though our first meeting’s awkward, brief, may this warmth linger, tender and sweet.”

“Tonight, ask not where we shall rest, with softness in my arms, outshining all the rest. Indifferent to Life-Death’s fleeting trace, I’d reign alone o’er Fragrant Jade Maiden Peak.”