Chapter 384 - 366: Fatal Crotch Punch

Chapter 384: Chapter 366: Fatal Crotch Punch

’I remember when I first became your disciple. My walk was just a *tiny* bit arrogant, and you nearly broke my legs for it! You said I was impulsive and didn’t understand the meaning of respect!’

’So how come when it’s *her*, provoking you is suddenly a sign of "character"? Now it’s "how things should be done"?’

’Does this mean I, your supposed personal disciple, was just picked up off the street, and *she’s* your real daughter?!’

...

Meanwhile, Su Ling’er was having a complete mental breakdown of her own.

She looked at the old demon across from her, who was gazing back with a "benevolent" expression, as if looking at his own dear son. Her composure shattered.

’No! Don’t look at me like that!! I’m on the side of justice! I really am!! I’m provoking you! I’m cursing you out! Aren’t you supposed to be angry?! Why are you praising me?’

’It’s over... I’m so screwed, not even the Yellow River could wash this stain away! A Nascent Soul old monster is certifying me as an Evil Cultivator?! Do I really look that much like an Evil Cultivator?’

...

「Down below, amidst the ruins.」

After a moment of silence, the crowd erupted.

The players stared at the familiar Jojo pose in the sky, and their DNA stirred instantly.

"Holy shit?! That pose... Could that be the legendary opening stance for a [Stand Attack]?!"

"Sorry for the dumb question, but is this just the vibe powerful people give off?"

"Is this an easter egg for a Jojo crossover event?! How else would a native of the Cultivation Realm know this stuff?"

However, to the people of Anhe City, who had just survived a life-or-death disaster, it was a moment of profound shock.

"To keep us from getting caught in the crossfire, Miss Su is constantly drawing that old demon’s hatred. She... she’s risking her life!"

To protect them, she would go so far as to provoke a mighty expert, even resorting to such bizarre and unconventional actions! Miss Su... What righteousness!

"Please, heavens above, you must protect Miss Su!"

As the living embodiment of Anhe City’s hope, Su Ling’er was curling her toes so hard in midair she could have carved a new pyramid.

[Lin Qingfeng (smugly)]: "Listen! Just listen to that!"

[Lin Qingfeng]: "Junior Sister, listen. That is the voice of the people! Don’t be fooled by appearances. This earth-shattering roar is the will of the masses."

[Lin Qingfeng]: "What you see as ’shameful’ is, in the eyes of these mortals, a ’solemn and majestic visage’ far beyond their reach. This is manifesting the Dao with your body. It is a thunderous posture to awe the wicked and comfort the common folk. I have bestowed this chance to reveal your divinity upon you. No need to thank me. It’s what I... your senior brother... ought to do."

’Hey, can’t you give this chance to "reveal my divinity" to someone else... QAQ I just want to be normal!’

Su Ling’er was weeping internally, but under her senior brother’s tyrannical pressure, she chose not to spoil his fun.

[Su Ling’er]: "Y-Yes! Senior Brother is brilliant! This pose... is truly... ingenious! Its deterrent power is immense! I... your junior sister... have learned a valuable lesson! Senior Brother’s aesthetic sense is truly five hundred years ahead of the Cultivation Realm!"

[Lin Qingfeng]: "The child is teachable. Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty more scenes like this in the future."

Hearing "plenty more in the future," Su Ling’er’s heart sank.

’Wait... Senior Brother is so practiced at this, and he sounds so self-righteous... Plus, weren’t there a lot of people making these kinds of poses during the festival?’

A terrible theory began to grow wildly in Su Ling’er’s mind.

’Could it be... that this twisted pose is actually a secret demonic etiquette of the Guixi Sect?!’

’That’s it! It must be!’

’Just like the Evil Cultivators in storybooks who have to let out a sinister "Jie-jie-jie" cackle three times before making an entrance to build momentum, could this pose be our sect’s unique ritual for intimidating scoundrels or confirming our identity when out in the world?’

Su Ling’er’s brain started spinning at high speed, its temperature soaring.

’Or... is Senior Brother trying to send me a message? The angle of the fingers... is it a secret sect sign? Does covering the face with the left hand mean ’one of us’? Does thrusting the hip forward mean ’prepare to attack’?’

’In the future, when I meet a fellow sect member, does this mean we don’t need to speak? I just have to twist myself into this pose, and they’ll get the message and twist themselves the same way in response?!’

’Two Cultivators meeting on the street, and without a word, they just start twisting into pretzels... The mental image... But, but...’

SIZZLE—

Su Ling’er could practically hear her own brain boiling.

’I can’t figure it out! I can’t figure it out at all! The profound meaning behind Senior Brother’s actions is too esoteric!’

She felt like smoke was coming out of her ears and decided to just give up thinking altogether.

But after giving up, all that remained was endless despair.

’Does this mean that every time Senior Brother helps me fight from now on, he’s going to twist me into a pretzel and make me strike a pose with off-the-charts cringe levels before we can start?’

’Is this the price for asking Senior Brother to step in?!’

’This is... too humiliating!! If this is the necessary path to becoming strong, can’t I choose a path that’s a little... more normal?!’

’Whatever. For the people of Anhe City, and to keep Senior Brother happy, I’ll endure it!’

And so, under the countless worshipful and misguided gazes, she maintained the image of a cold, flamboyant, and utterly arrogant female demon, staring coldly at the possessed Nascent Soul cultivator across from her.

’As long as I’m not embarrassed, the one who’s embarrassed is them!’

...

Mr. Youquan looked at the alluringly posed and arrogant female demon opposite him, the ghostly flames in his eyes flickering even more intensely.

He was growing even more excited. This unbridled madness that looked down on everything, this arrogance that dared to provoke the strong—it was exactly to his taste!

Thus, he manipulated the possessed Ghost Nether and charged once more toward the Lin Qingfeng-controlled Su Ling’er!

It was as if two Stand users were battling remotely!

BOOM!

The two figures instantly collided in midair!

In that moment, heaven and earth lost their color.

There was no more trash talk, only the dull thuds of fist meeting flesh and the explosive crackle of Spiritual Power clashing.

Su Ling’er’s form left a trail of afterimages in the air. Her movements were no longer as direct as before, having become exceedingly fluid and bizarre.

She tumbled and folded through the air, every movement precise to the millimeter.

More importantly—it was cool.

Every punch left an afterimage; every dodge ended in a pose.

That effortless showboating left the crowd below completely dumbfounded.

"Holy shit... Is this what a battle between gods looks like?"

"This is the Foundation Establishment Stage? Why do I feel like her special effects are more intense than that Core Formation old monster’s from before?!"

Meanwhile, Mr. Youquan, controlling Ghost Nether’s body, calmly parried and countered each move. He was a Nascent Soul old monster, after all. Even using his disciple’s ruined body, he still displayed the combat expertise of a Grandmaster.

For a time, the two puppets were locked in a stalemate, their battle shattering the surrounding clouds!

...

However, just when it seemed the two sides were evenly matched in a duel of experts,

the Lin Qingfeng-controlled Su Ling’er suddenly revealed an opening.

Mr. Youquan’s eyes sharpened, and he struck out with a palm aimed at Su Ling’er’s chest.

But in that instant, Su Ling’er’s body suddenly dropped, dodging the palm strike. At the same time, she charged her right fist, a pitch-black Demonic Qi compressing madly around it!

This punch was aimed with utter viciousness at "Ghost Nether’s" crotch!

Ghost Nether: "!!!!!"

A critical strike!

BANG—!!!