Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

Zhao Dong rolled on the ground and spat out another mouthful of blood. His qi and blood churned violently, and it felt as if all his internal organs were tumbling. Up on the second floor, Song Qingwan's tears fell silently as she ran down, rushing to support Zhao Dong.

Tu Longhu sneered coldly. "My policy of not hitting women only applies when they aren't getting in my way. If you don't leave now, don't blame me for taking action against you!"

Song Qingwan's face was pale. As if she hadn't heard him, she clutched Zhao Dong tightly in her arms and cried, "Zhao Dong, how are you?"

Looking at Song Qingwan's tear-streaked face, Zhao Dong extended a trembling hand to pinch her cheek and gave a faint, pale smile. "I'm alright, I can take it. Just stand back a little. I can still get up."

Pushing Song Qingwan away, Zhao Dong rubbed his chest and spat out a mouthful of stagnant blood. He glared at Tu Longhu and gritted his teeth hatefully. "Come at me again if you dare!"

No sooner had he spoken than Zhao Dong chose to take the offensive. He unleashed his Dragon-breaking Fist and Mystic Sky Fist without holding back, circulating his Spiritual Energy to its absolute peak.

Punch after punch landed on Tu Longhu with resounding impact. Pain finally appeared on Tu Longhu's face as the blows hammered him back, one after another, until he was sent stumbling and collapsed onto the ground.

Seeing his opportunity, Zhao Dong threw a punch straight at Tu Longhu's face.

Tu Longhu's pupils shrank. His speed surged as he grabbed Zhao Dong's hand and twisted it fiercely. Zhao Dong instantly broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, his entire body flipping twice before crashing heavily to the ground.

"Did you really think I was afraid of you?" Tu Longhu sneered, hoisting Zhao Dong up and slamming his body hard against the floor.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Zhao Dong's body was smashed solidly onto the ground again and again, as if his bones were about to shatter.

"Still feeling cocky, kid? Heheheh..."

Blood spurted from Zhao Dong's mouth before he was violently flung away by Tu Longhu, crashing through a row of glass display cases. The glass exploded, and Zhao Dong landed among the shards, covered in blood—a truly tragic sight.

Song Qingwan was overcome with tears, weeping so hard that her legs gave out and she collapsed weakly onto the ground. Seeing Zhao Dong in such a state, her heart felt like it was being torn apart, the pain so intense she could hardly breathe. If only I had known, we wouldn't have come to buy a car today! I hate this! I hate it!

Zhao Dong lay on the ground gasping for breath, his face deathly white and his body covered in blood. It seemed he could no longer stand.

Tu Longhu walked over step by step, the floor seeming to vibrate under his feet. A sinister smile spread across his face as he said, "Kid, I'm a peak Grandmaster. You've done well to fight me this long. It's just a shame that in the end, you'll end up a cripple. Accept it!"

Tu Longhu stood before Zhao Dong and stomped down on his leg.

Just as he stomped, a glint of crimson light flashed in Zhao Dong's eyes. He shot up in an instant—that's right, he leaped to his feet.

Tu Longhu's foot missed its mark. Zhao Dong had dodged the blow and, like an arrow loosed from a bowstring, launched a straight punch at Tu Longhu's throat.

Struck hard in the throat, Tu Longhu's vision instantly went black. He staggered back three steps, swayed, and then crashed to the ground. He shook his head, fighting the dizziness, and glared at Zhao Dong. "You son of a bitch, you..." he rasped with hatred.

Before he could finish, Zhao Dong's body became an afterimage, charging straight at him.

Tu Longhu bellowed and threw a punch, colliding directly with Zhao Dong's. They both spat out a mouthful of blood. Tu Longhu's heart filled with shock. Zhao Dong... he seems much stronger than before! How is this possible?!

Before Tu Longhu could react, Zhao Dong closed in like a flash, his fists raining down on him like a furious storm. Tu Longhu tried to block, but after deflecting only two punches, he realized something was terribly wrong. Zhao Dong's strength was at least three times greater than before.

He cried out in shock and tried to dodge, but Zhao Dong's fists were too fast, giving him no chance to escape. In mere moments, dozens of punches pummeled Tu Longhu's head and body. His face was bruised and swollen, his teeth were knocked out, and he was spitting blood foam. His body was already covered in injuries.

Finally, Zhao Dong smashed a fist into Tu Longhu's chest, causing his sternum to collapse. Tu Longhu coughed up a final gout of blood, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness.

Dead silence fell over the room. Everyone watched the scene in disbelief. Shen Yana and Zhang Xingze were especially stunned, unable to believe their own eyes. Tu Longhu... was defeated? But he's a peak Grandmaster! How could Zhao Dong possibly defeat him?

Fear drained the strength from Zhang Xingze's legs, and he collapsed to the floor with a thud. Beside him, Shen Yana stood frozen as if she had lost everything dear to her, not daring to move a muscle.

Zhao Dong shot them a cold glance, then turned to Song Qingwan and said in a deep voice, "Qingwan, let's get in the car and go. Now!"

With that, Zhao Dong got directly into the passenger seat. Song Qingwan, startled, didn't have time to think. She scrambled into the driver's seat, started the engine, floored the accelerator, and sped away. The car's paperwork was already complete, so Cheng Lu and the others didn't try to stop them, still reeling in shock.

The car hadn't gone far when Zhao Dong quickly opened the passenger window and spat out a mouthful of blood. He seemed to wilt instantly and slumped back against the seat.

Song Qingwan slammed on the brakes. Seeing Zhao Dong's state, tears began to stream down her face. "Zhao Dong, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me..."

Zhao Dong's face was deathly pale, but he managed to squeeze out a smile. "I'm... fine... Let's go... see... your parents' graves..."

"No, we're not going! We're going home!" Song Qingwan cried, clutching Zhao Dong's hand tightly. She immediately turned the car around and accelerated fiercely, rushing toward home.

Just then, Zhao Dong's vision finally went black, and he passed out. The reason for his sudden surge in strength was that he had used the Blood Burning Technique. This technique could greatly enhance one's strength in a short period, but its side effects were severe. Minor consequences included a significant loss of vitality and blood, rendering one unable to use their powers for a long time. At its worst, it could destroy one's meridians and Dantian.

Although Zhao Dong was now at the seventh level of Qi Refinement and could go head-to-head with a seventh-level Grandmaster, he had no choice but to use the Blood Burning Technique when facing a peak Grandmaster like Tu Longhu. Under normal circumstances, with such a vast gap between their realms, his chances of success would have been slim. However, he won mainly because Tu Longhu had underestimated him from the start and never expected his fists to be so terrifying. After all, the power of his Mystic Sky Fist and Dragon-breaking Fist was still astonishing.

Soon, the car arrived at Song Qingwan's villa. Zhao Dong was still unconscious.

Song Qingwan cried out his name. Seeing him unresponsive, she bit her lip and, with tears streaming down her face, hoisted Zhao Dong onto her back. She didn't know where the strength came from, but with her slender frame, she managed to carry him. Zhao Dong... don't scare me... you can't die... As her tears fell, she carried him step by step into the villa.

Finally, Song Qingwan staggered inside and placed Zhao Dong on the sofa. Her body went limp, and she collapsed exhausted beside it. There were some first-aid supplies in the house. Without taking a moment to rest, she got up and found them, along with some antibiotics and adrenaline. She gave Zhao Dong an injection.

The unconscious Zhao Dong's fingers twitched slightly.

Seeing that it was working, she bit her lip and gave him a second injection. She didn't dare administer a third, knowing it would be an overdose. After she finished treating his wounds, his breathing soon became stable, and the heavy weight on her heart finally lifted.

She had already guessed that Zhao Dong was a cultivator. She knew that there were, in fact, cultivators in East Sea. Cultivators had amazing physiques and were incredibly resilient. Zhao Dong should be out of danger now; all he needed was to wake up.

Song Qingwan sat by the sofa, watching over Zhao Dong with concern, her gaze never leaving him for a moment. Soon, a wave of fatigue washed over her. After the day's events, her tense nerves finally relaxed, and a deep drowsiness enveloped her. Unable to resist, she slowly closed her eyes.

An unknown amount of time later, Zhao Dong slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze took in the luxurious, European-style ceiling and the warm decor. When he glanced to his side, he froze.

Song Qingwan had fallen asleep draped over him, her breathing even, like a little cat. The events from earlier flooded his mind, and he remembered that it was Song Qingwan who had carried him back here. A touch of warmth spread through his heart as he gently stroked her smooth hair.

Just then, a knock came from the front door, followed by Yang Sixue's voice.

"Qingwan, are you home?"

Zhao Dong sharply inhaled. Song Qingwan was still on top of him. He wanted to get up, but it was too late. The door was pushed open, and a figure walked in.

His gaze met hers, and he found himself staring directly at Yang Sixue, who had just entered.

The smile on Yang Sixue's face froze. She stared, dumbfounded, at the scene before her as her handbag slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor with a clatter.

Their eyes locked, and in that instant, the air itself seemed to freeze.