Chapter 380: When Flirting Turns Into Domestic Violence

Damian rolled his shoulders and opened his mouth. "Alright, before we start, there's one thing I need to..."

Before he could even finish, Miona vanished from where she stood and appeared directly in front of him.

Damian's eyes widened. "Wait, what the fuck!"

He didn't even get to finish that sentence before Miona's fist was already flying toward his face.

Damian instinctively jerked his upper body aside, barely avoiding the punch.

Unfortunately, that only brought his face dangerously close to Miona's elbow.

Miona twisted her body without hesitation and drove her elbow straight into his face.

BANG!

Damian's head snapped sideways as he stumbled several steps back. "Goddammit! Can you wait one fucking second?!"

Miona laughed and rushed forward again. "It's a fight! Why the hell would I wait for you to finish talking?"

Damian clicked his tongue and pulled out a King Grade sword. "Fine! You want to start immediately? Then take this!"

He swung downward.

[Five Elemental Sovereign Sword Art - First Chapter: Sovereign Commands All Blades]

Dozens of sword shadows formed around him and shot toward Miona from different angles.

Miona looked at the sword shadows rushing toward her and only sneered.

She charged straight through them, casually slapping each one aside with the back of her palm.

One sword came directly for her face, but Miona didn't even bother dodging. She simply caught the blade with one hand.

CRACK!

She snapped it apart with her bare fingers, making Damian's eyes widen in disbelief. "What the fuck?!"

But while Damian was still stunned, Miona was already in front of him again. Without hesitation, she drove a fist straight into his stomach.

BANG!

Damian folded slightly before being blasted backward, his boots carving long lines across the dried seabed.

Miona stopped and tilted her head, looking almost disappointed. "That's it? I thought you were stronger than this."

Damian slowly straightened, one hand pressed against his aching stomach.

His usual grin was gone now. "Goddammit... you're really starting to piss me off."

Damian suddenly stored away his sword and pulled out a massive King Grade warhammer instead.

Miona blinked, then grinned. "A hammer, huh? Not bad. Perfect weapon if you want to show off raw strength... but do you actually have enough of it?"

Damian's face twitched. "Can you just fucking shut up for five seconds?!"

He stepped forward, twisted his waist, and brought the massive hammer crashing down from above.

[Heaven-Shattering Tyrant Hammer Art - First Impact: Mountain-Crushing Descent]

Miona looked up at the enormous hammer shadow descending toward her, then simply stepped one foot forward and sneered. "That's it?"

[Raging Ocean Punch]

She punched upward.

BOOM!

The instant her fist struck the hammerhead, a violent shockwave exploded across the seabed.

Damian felt the entire weapon shake violently in his hands before the force blasted him backward. "Seriously?! What the hell is wrong with your fucking strength?!"

Miona grinned. "My strength? It's because I'm strong. What's wrong? Are you already starting to break down?"

Damian frowned. "Me? Of course not. Don't think that's all I've got."

He pulled back his fist before driving it forward, and the shadow of a massive dragon immediately appeared behind him.

[Primordial Dragon Crushing Fist - First Fist: Dragon King Shatters the Mountain!]

His Dragon Physique, Bloodline, Qi, and Spiritual Root all resonated at once, making this punch far stronger than anything he had used before.

Miona looked at the dragon shadow and finally grinned with a little more interest. "Now that's somewhat decent."

Then her grin sharpened as she lowered her stance slightly. "Too bad it's still too weak."

She rushed forward without hesitation and drove her fist directly toward the descending dragon shadow.

[Raging Ocean Punch]

Both fists collided, and after only a moment, Damian was blasted backward, crashing into the seabed and sliding several dozen meters.

Miona, meanwhile, was pushed back only a few steps, and she didn't even fall, remaining firmly on her feet.

She then looked down at Damian lying in the distance. "Hehe... that one was pretty good. But seriously, is that all you've got?"

Damian groaned in pain and forced himself back to his feet. "Goddammit... you're really letting yourself loose now, huh, Miona? Cursing me every chance you get just because you're stronger now."

Miona grinned. "Of course. Cursing you feels great. Also, what the hell is with all those technique names? Are you a kid or something? Why are they all so fucking long?"

Damian glared at her. "Can you just fucking shut up for at least five minutes?"

Of course, he couldn't exactly tell her that most of those techniques had come from the System.

And apparently, the System really fucking loved long, dramatic names.

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Cassandra rested one elbow against the water table and watched Miona casually knock Damian backward again. "Hm... you two really did become ridiculously strong."

Serina calmly lifted her cup. "Naturally. These bodies were created from nearly everything Miona and I possessed in our previous lives. They were meant to be the best bodies we could possibly make."

Cassandra glanced toward the battlefield. "Still, Damian's attacks aren't weak. Even I wouldn't casually take those techniques head-on."

Serina nodded. "I know. He's actually doing very well, even compared to the stronger cultivators from our era."

She watched Damian recover from another exchange and immediately change his stance instead of charging blindly. "He can react to Miona, adapt to her rhythm, and survive her direct attacks. That alone is impressive."

Cassandra smiled slightly. "But what? People usually say something like that right before adding a 'but.'"

Serina smiled as she took another sip of tea. "Hehe... you know me well already, Sister."

She turned her gaze back toward Damian. "But if this is truly everything he has, then he won't beat my sister... and he definitely won't convince either of us to join his harem."

Cassandra laughed softly. "Oh, I know... but do you really think this is all he has?"

Serina raised an eyebrow.

Cassandra leaned back comfortably. "That shameless bastard has way too many secrets. Every time I think I've finally seen everything, he pulls out something new."

Serina smiled faintly. "I see. In that case, let's keep watching. I'm curious too, especially since he somehow went from a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator to his current realm in less than a year."

Cassandra lifted her cup toward the fight. "Exactly. And thanks to that, the longer they fight, the more interesting this is going to get."