Chapter 299 - 179: Fusion of the Path, New Miracle Technique

Chapter 299: Chapter 179: Fusion of the Path, New Miracle Technique

"He probably thinks the Iron Maiden is a unique beauty. A type he’s never had before, so he just wants to show off in front of her."

"You really get how that Bandit Xiao thinks, don’t you?"

"Hey, what can I say!"

"The Iron Maiden doesn’t look like the type to hold back. Xiao Buping is probably going down this time!"

"Drawing Prison, the arena is wide open. ’An inch longer, an inch stronger.’ This was already a disadvantage for Bandit Xiao!"

"May Bandit Xiao die a horrible death!"

"Iron Maiden, avenge all the wronged women in the world and get rid of this menace!"

On the high platform, some chattered while others hollered.

ZING!

At the center of attention of the Martial World’s finest, Zheng Xiu closed his eyes, sensing the changes around him.

The moment the "rules" were established.

Zheng Xiu suddenly felt a sense of profound clarity, as if he’d been enlightened.

With [Prisoner] active, he once again felt an ineffable connection to the "Path".

It connected!

[Unbreakable]!

[Projection]!

Mighty Man!

Zheng Shan!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Without a word, Zheng Xiu instantly projected the Ability of [Zheng Shan] onto himself. The Iron Maiden was about to raise her whip to meet the challenge and flog the brute to death, but the next second, she froze. She heard a series of crisp cracks from "Xiao Buping’s" body as his robes swelled and he grew taller by several inches.

The Iron Maiden’s heart leaped in shock. ’Has this Bandit Xiao practiced some unknown Forbidden Technique?’ She was both alarmed and furious. She looked up, but her shock and anger were instantly replaced by a stunned daze. She subconsciously clamped her legs together.

’S-s-so handsome!’

Before her, Bandit Xiao’s features were still the same, yet for some reason, he now seemed to be shrouded in a divine radiance. He was like an Immortal God descended from the heavens, a phoenix among men—uncommonly handsome and peerlessly valiant. A potent aura of a Mighty Man radiated from him. The intoxicating scent of a Mighty Man washed over her, and the Iron Maiden was instantly drunk on it, unable to look away.

Zheng Xiu didn’t notice the Iron Maiden’s strange reaction. He had forgotten that Machoman Zheng Shan’s Appearance stat was a staggering "thirty-six"—a level described as "Devastatingly Handsome, Uniquely Distinguished, Peerless in This Age."

The familiar feeling returned. Zheng Xiu reached for the spot between his eyebrows, tempted to summon the "Deceitful Object" and enter its form, but he quickly abandoned the bold idea. The Deceitful Object Form created too much of a stir. If he were to manifest it, forget just breaking a few bones; a big enough version could level the entire Sword Inquiry Platform. In a Martial Hero world, that would be far too outrageous.

’A pity.’

Now an Incarnation of the Mighty Man, Zheng Xiu held a brush in his left hand and a fan in his right. With a single flick of the Iron Fan, sand and stones swirled across the Sword Inquiry Platform. The crowd on the high platform gasped, crying out at his immense power. They clutched at their robes, staring in stunned horror toward the center of the platform. For a moment, no one spoke. The silence was absolute, and unsettling.

’I need to end this fast!’

Zheng Xiu stepped forward, intending to knock the Iron Maiden out with a swat of his fan and call it a day. To his surprise, he saw her face was flushed, her glistening lips parted as she breathed. She looked drunk, squeezing her legs together as she swayed on the verge of collapse. A massive question mark appeared in his mind.

"?"

"You scoundrel! How dare you...!"

As he drew closer, the Iron Maiden felt a storm of shame and rage. She was ashamed that she was having such a mortifying reaction to this scoundrel. She was enraged because he was just as the Jianghu rumors claimed: a master of some despicable charm Magic used to seduce unsuspecting women. Otherwise, she, who had always disdained men, would never have shown such an unsightly side to one.

’Bastard! Brute! Scoundrel!’

"Hmph! Take this, you little thief!"

The Iron Maiden cried out.

The Iron Maiden bit her tongue hard. The metallic, sweet taste of blood flooded her throat, shocking her back to her senses. Her Nine-Section Whip whistled as she flicked it out, but it flew limply towards Xiao Buping.

The strike looked forceful, but it held no real danger and the angle was poor. She’d even given him a warning... The Knights on the high platform were no fools. They could easily tell this was no killing blow. In fact, it seemed almost... coquettish.

’So slow.’

’This is a master from the Weapon Manual?’

Zheng Xiu paused, then easily caught the Nine-Section Whip.

"Let go!"

The Iron Maiden, blushing, tugged a few times but couldn’t pull it free. She then glared furiously at the Mighty Man.

"Do you concede?"

Zheng Xiu tried to let her save some face.

"I’d rather die than concede! Let go!"

"Then..."

"Hmph!"

Zheng Xiu chuckled, yanked the whip, and pulled the Iron Maiden towards him. The Iron Maiden’s legs were already weak and shaky for some reason, and with his pull, she became even more unstable and fell limply forward.

Zheng Xiu raised his Iron Fan, aiming to knock her on the head, but unexpectedly, the Iron Maiden reacted extremely quickly. She leaped forward with a scissor kick, aiming to trap Zheng Xiu’s head.

"Shit!"

Seeing her legs scissoring towards him, Zheng Xiu had to pull back his Iron Fan. He was playing the part of Xiao Buping, but he wasn’t an actual animal. Besides, Xie Luohe was watching. If he actually struck at the area between her legs, things would get complicated.

In the blink of an eye, the Iron Maiden clamped her legs tightly around Zheng Xiu’s head, and the two of them tumbled to the edge of the "Painted Prison".

BOOM!

The entire audience of Knights was dumbfounded, standing up one by one in disbelief.

’Wh-what a vicious move!’

「In a corner of the high platform.」

The masked Xie Luohe had been watching the spectacle with a grin. She found immense pleasure in seeing Zheng Xiu make a fool of himself, though she couldn’t say why. But her smile vanished the moment the Iron Maiden locked Zheng Xiu’s head in a scissor kick. Xie Luohe’s gaze froze. She drew her Curved Bow, nearly loosing a world-shaking arrow at the pair.

A moment later, Xie Luohe lowered her bow. "Have you had enough?" she said coldly.

In the arena, Zheng Xiu was suffering in silence. Xie Luohe’s voice was not loud, but it reached his ears clearly. The next second, Zheng Xiu let out a roar and forcibly stood up like a wild beast, with the Iron Maiden still attached.

"My apologies!"

Zheng Xiu whipped his neck, throwing the astonished Iron Maiden off.