152: Chapter 125: Pants are Torn (Owing 6 Monthly Tickets) 152: Chapter 125: Pants are Torn (Owing 6 Monthly Tickets) Looking at Le Mulan in the practice room, Zhang Yu said speechlessly, “Dressed like that, how are you going to fight in a bit?”
At this mont, Le Mulan was wearing several layers of clothing, thick gloves on her hands, a mask on her face, looking quite bulky.
Zhang Yu cursed inwardly, thinking this obsession with cleanliness was too extre.
So Zhang Yu said, “I disinfected when I entered the school, there’s no need to be this exaggerated, right?”
Le Mulan waved her hand and said, “It doesn’t affect , let’s start.”
After two months of training, Le Mulan believed her endurance towards Zhang Yu had greatly improved.
But after two months of not sparring with him, she decided to take it slow again, like wearing multiple layers of clothes at the start.
Zhang Yu shook his head helplessly, but since she was a client paying twelve thousand an hour, he had no choice but to agree to her odd requests.
Zhang Yu thought to himself, “Ah, being rich is nice, to be able to hire a genius high school boy like as a sparring partner.”
Le Mulan said, “Let’s start with a normal fight, you try your best to get into a ground battle.”
So a mont later, they stood facing each other, as Le Mulan took a deep breath and beckoned to Zhang Yu, who then charged forward.
With a bang, Le Mulan’s Sword Qi and Zhang Yu’s Gang Qi clashed fiercely.
Le Mulan felt a terrifying force mixed with vast mana surging towards her.
She was already inferior to Zhang Yu in terms of strength, and the layers of clothes slowed her down, getting pushed back by Zhang Yu, and in no ti he was within a ter of her.
Suddenly, she felt the world spin, and with a loud bang, she was thrown to the ground.
Then she saw a pair of large hands coming towards her.
Seeing Zhang Yu’s large hands extending towards her, a flicker of instinctual disgust crossed Le Mulan’s face, and her heart seed to say ‘yuck.’
So she hurriedly reached out to resist.
Although Le Mulan had learned a lot of close combat, grappling, and wrestling techniques over the past two months, she was still powerless against Zhang Yu.
Watching him locking her hands and his legs about to entangle her, Le Mulan furrowed her brows and said, “Stop!
Stop!
Quickly, stop!”
Zhang Yu stopped helplessly and asked, “What’s wrong again?”
Le Mulan quickly stood up, thinking to herself, “As expected…Even though I can endure it a bit, it’s still quite annoying…poor people’s bodies.”
But Le Mulan knew she hired Zhang Yu to overco her ntal weaknesses and to better master the transformation of ntal thods.
Yet, the thought of his poor hands touching her during the fight made her feel unbearably disgusted.
Especially after seeing Zhang Yu’s WeChat Monts every day, she vividly rembered these hands touching various objects with patina, river water, street vendors, and Bai Zhenzhen…
“Poor people’s hands reaching out to touch…this is much more uncomfortable compared to just hand-to-hand contact last ti.”
“I guess…I still have to take it step by step.”
So she thought for a mont and said, “Next, you defend with all your might, and I’ll try to control you in a ground fight.
You can’t actively attack .”
Zhang Yu nodded casually, thinking that no matter how they trained, the price would be the sa.
Then, the next mont, they both fell to the ground again, this ti with Le Mulan attacking Zhang Yu.
She reached out and hugged Zhang Yu from behind, locking her hands around his neck.
Her legs were constantly trying to clamp around Zhang Yu’s thighs and abdon.
In this assault, she felt like she was trying to control a dragon, their terrifying strength intertwining and resisting her control.
Compared to two months ago, both of their strengths were now incomparable.
Under the impact of their strengths, even though Le Mulan’s clothes were of good quality, they let out a ripping sound.
Her multiple layers of pants gradually tore under the tension, revealing a pair of white and strong long legs.
Zhang Yu’s pants didn’t fare any better, also getting torn to shreds.
As they tussled, Zhang Yu felt Le Mulan’s thigh press tightly against his, rubbing together, the chilly body contact felt peculiar, montarily distracting him.
After all, this was quite different from the physical contact he had with his previous client, Song Halong.
And Le Mulan, feeling her thigh flesh touching Zhang Yu, had a look of deep disdain that almost beca tangible, and her legs instinctively moved away to the side.
But this movent gave Zhang Yu a chance to break free, and Le Mulan quickly reminded herself, “Endure!
You must endure!
Overco your ntal barriers!”
Luckily, Zhang Yu was distracted too, not only failing to break free but giving Le Mulan an opportunity instead.
Now, Le Mulan hooked her hands around Zhang Yu’s neck, and her legs wrapped around his waist, her lengthy, strong leg muscles exerting force like a pair of giant serpents, ripping a large patch of Zhang Yu’s shirt to shreds with a hiss.
Feeling her thighs tightly gripping Zhang Yu’s waist and abdon, Le Mulan felt like she was squeezing a bag of garbage with her legs.
Despite her clear disdain, she endured.
However, at the next mont, as Zhang Yu blocked Le Mulan’s attempt to choke him with her hands, his other hand reached towards her thigh, trying to pry it open.
With a slap, he pressed onto Le Mulan’s thigh flesh.
Le Mulan’s body was extrely strong, and when she exerted force, her skin and muscles were far harder than ordinary stone.
But under Zhang Yu’s powerful grip, her thigh suddenly felt fleshy, slightly denting under his pinch.
This pinch made Le Mulan’s body tighten, almost going rigid.
“His hand…”
In this instant, Le Mulan’s mind was flooded with scenes like a revolving lantern of what she had seen on social dia.
The sa hands that touched bus seats, rode the subway, grabbed synthetic food, used the bathrooms of Songyang High School, filled with poor people’s genes, and had who knows how many encounters with another poor person, Bai Zhenzhen…
Now they were gripping her thigh?
Two months ago, the nightmare on the arena seed to resurface in Le Mulan’s mind, clashing violently with her ntal techniques.
Le Mulan clenched her teeth, feeling the increasingly painful pinch on her thigh, trying to hold back her tears.
anwhile, Zhang Yu, while defending against Le Mulan’s onslaught, noticed the fragrance around him getting stronger.
“What’s that sll?”
It wasn’t until Le Mulan locked his throat again, and his face gradually sared with her arm’s sweat, that he realized.
“Damn!
Is Le Mulan’s sweat scented?”
“No…
sothing’s weird, this sweat seems…”
As their intense duel continued, Zhang Yu’s body temperature was rapidly rising, making Le Mulan feel like she was grasping a fire poker, feeling hotter around her thighs and torso.
Though Le Mulan’s body remained as cold as ever, Zhang Yu felt her hands continually secreting sweat, wetting his face.
“Damn!
This isn’t sweat, it’s a dicinal sll…
could it be that Ziyun’s potion?!”
“This is because of that super tabolism surgery?
Discharging the drug residue as sweat?”
Slling the dicinal scent emanating from her body, Zhang Yu felt his blood surging, his neural responses becoming excited.
“No way, who knows what kind of strong dicine is in this walking pharmacy’s body, I can’t let it affect …”
Zhang Yu realized if a dicine-using expert were here, they might lick it to taste the dicine’s components.
As a supporter of natural Body Refinent, Zhang Yu naturally wouldn’t take any dicine, he quickly shut his mouth and held his breath, trying not to be affected by Le Mulan’s sweat.
With the sweat beading all over Le Mulan’s body, especially the increasing sweat on her thigh flesh, a greasy feeling began to erge, making Zhang Yu’s hand feel slippery…
In the next mont, controlling Zhang Yu completely, Le Mulan was pleased, “Finally got him locked down!”
But imdiately after succeeding, she released him in a flash, rolling backward more than ten ters away with a whoosh…
Seeing Zhang Yu lying on the ground with a flushed face, a large puddle of vaguely human-shaped sweat steaming around him.
Le Mulan asked, “Why couldn’t you exert strength at the end?
You weren’t holding back, were you?”
Zhang Yu glared at Le Mulan and said, “Your sweat was everywhere, your legs and hands were slippery and greasy, plus there’s a sll, had holding my breath the entire ti.”
After speaking, Zhang Yu glanced over Le Mulan, noticing her upper clothes were slightly damaged but not much affected, still covering most of her body.
Instead, her long, slender legs had their pants shredded to pieces in the recent battle, revealing a bruise in the shape of a large handprint on her right thigh.
Seeing this handprint, Zhang Yu embarrassedly asked, “Is your leg alright?”
Le Mulan was considering what Zhang Yu just said, and upon hearing him and glancing at the bruise on her leg, she said calmly, “Just a small injury, I have healing dicine in my body, it’ll heal itself soon.”
“Why did you hold your breath?” Le Mulan asked, puzzled.
“The super tabolism surgery makes my absorption and decomposition of potions very strong.”
“And the highest-grade potions I use daily, after my absorption, the discharged sweat…
to , it’s residue, but to ordinary students, it’s perfectly safe to drink, non-toxic, with no side effects.”
“You could even drink it directly, so there’s no need to hold your breath.”
“But…” Le Mulan said, frowning, “You mustn’t touch with your tongue.”
Zhang Yu thought angrily: Damn you…I’m a natural Body Refinent practitioner!
Who wants your residue!
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