Chapter 216: Conquest!
"I can't believe you're so skilled!" Li Xiaoran exclaimed in surprise, counterattacking as she spoke. "I thought you were just an ordinary person!"
Zhao Dong let out a cold laugh, his fist rocketing forward without mercy. Li Xiaoran couldn't block it. The punch sent her flying backward into the wall, and she crumpled to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Zhao Dong dusted off his hands and casually pulled out a cigarette, lighting it. He looked at Li Xiaoran coldly. "I told you, if you had sized up the situation, surrendered, and confessed everything, I might have given you a chance. But you just had to ask for it."
Straining, Li Xiaoran forced herself back to her feet. Her beautiful face was now a shade paler. She clenched a stray strand of hair between her teeth.
"I'll never surrender! I will kill you!"
Suddenly, a sharp dagger appeared in Li Xiaoran's hand, and she lunged at Zhao Dong.
Zhao Dong frowned, a chill in his eyes, and sidestepped the blade aimed at his chest. Li Xiaoran transitioned from a thrust to a sweep. He instantly sucked in his chest to evade the attack, then whipped a leg out toward her. She blocked with her arm while simultaneously aiming a vicious kick at his groin.
"Shameless!" Zhao Dong cursed. He retreated a few steps, but Li Xiaoran pursued relentlessly. She flipped into the air, bringing the dagger down toward him.
As the dagger descended, Zhao Dong surprisingly didn't dodge. Instead, he simply extended two fingers.
His two fingers looked impossibly frail and pale against the sharp blade.
Li Xiaoran sneered. "It looks like you don't want those fingers anymore!"
In the blink of an eye, the cold glint of the blade was right before him.
But in the next instant, to Li Xiaoran's astonishment, he caught the blade of her dagger between his two fingers.
Zhao Dong's fingers were long, fair, and clearly defined. And they now held her blade in a vice-like grip.
Shock filled Li Xiaoran's face. With no time to think, she released the dagger, clenched her other hand into a fist, and punched at Zhao Dong's chest.
Zhao Dong just shook his head and threw a punch of his own.
Li Xiaoran was sent flying with a pained scream, crashing heavily into the window. The glass shattered on impact, and her body tumbled helplessly out into the open air.
Despair filled her heart. A fall from this height will leave me either dead or crippled.
Just as she began to fall, a large hand shot out, grabbed her arm, and yanked her violently back inside.
Li Xiaoran collapsed onto the floor, safe from the fall. She lay there, heart pounding, gasping for breath. The terror of the moment was stark on her once beautiful and innocent face.
Staring at Zhao Dong, Li Xiaoran finally spoke, her voice trembling. "You... you're not an ordinary person at all. You're a cultivator?!"
Zhao Dong raised an eyebrow. "You know about cultivators?"
"My master is a cultivator! You may be strong, but you're no match for him."
Zhao Dong laughed. "So you have a master. Tell me, what's your real purpose in this village? I can tell you're not as simple as you seem."
A cold look entered Li Xiaoran's eyes. "You don't deserve to know!"
A cold smirk played on Zhao Dong's lips. "So you're determined to defy me to the end?"
"And what if I am? Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
Her expression remained cold and disdainful. Zhao Dong just chuckled. "Fine. Remember you said that."
As he spoke, Zhao Dong crouched down.
"What do you think you're—"
Before Li Xiaoran could finish, his hand shot out and clamped around her neck. He hauled her painfully to her feet. But he wasn't done.
His other hand landed on her chest and squeezed, hard.
An unnatural sound escaped Li Xiaoran's throat. "Ah..."
Her face instantly flushed crimson. The feeling was painful, yet intensely stimulating.
To be held by him like this... The shame is indescribable!
"You... you bastard! Let go of me!" Li Xiaoran's face burned with shame and anger. Her eyes darted about, unable to meet his, and she hated him with every fiber of her being.
Zhao Dong gave a faint smile, his fingers continuing their torment. His own smile was wicked and cold. "I thought you loved being defiant? Weren't you so confident just now?"
As he spoke, he squeezed harder. A tremor wracked Li Xiaoran's body. Her head swam, and her face burned hot.
She bit her lip so hard it nearly bled, speaking through a haze of profound shame. "You... you bastard... I swear I'll kill you!"
"Still making threats?" Zhao Dong sneered, his hand moving down to her stocking-clad thigh.