"Boy, you can't possibly think you can take on two cultivators," Naomi said, shaking her head. "It's better for you to come with us. The Duchess just wants to talk."
Glancing sideways at Naomi, Ryan shook his head, "I'm sorry tiny tits, but I can't do that."
Puffing out her cheeks, Naomi was about to scorch Ryan when Gregory screamed, "Is that Emily?!"
pA n,dan(-)0ve1.c0m Seeing Gregory pointing, Naomi followed his finger seeing a girl lying on the bed behind Ryan.
Captivating neon green hair sprawled over a sleeping beauty's chest, which was barely covered by a robe.
Narrowing her eyes, Naomi scrutinized the body.
Green hair ??
Soft, smooth skin ??
Na?ve aura ??
Small but perky tits ??
Petite but tantalizing frame ??
Drawing a sword from a spatial bag, Naomi aimed it at Ryan, "Lady Emily! Lady Emily, wake up! We're here on orders from your mother."
Seeing Emily not so much as twitch, Naomi barred her teeth, her nostrils flaring. Moving one leg back into a fighting stance, she said, "You better awaken Lady Emily this instant, or by the heavens, I will cut you down."
Clenching his jaw Ryan squinted his eyebrows and released his battle-lust aura, "She cannot be awoken. If you take a step forward, it will be your last."
Even though this aura didn't contain any energy, Naomi's hands started to shake, and the sword she was holding wobbled. Mura stepped back, and a thin line of yellow liquid trailed down Gregory's leg.
"You stage a plot to keep me from the top 10 rankings. Fine."
"You cry to your mommy about me, slandering my name in the process. Fine."
"You come to my residence and break down my door. Fine."
"But if you threaten my woman again, you'll know true pain."
"Is what he says true?" Naomi asked, hearing the malice and truth inside his words.
After a few seconds of hesitation, Gregory abruptly changed in demeanor and frantically shook his head, saying, "Of course not! This mongrel attacked me out of nowhere on the street. I've got witnesses!"
The words sounded compelling, but seeing Gregory's eyes shifting contact, not daring to meet her own, she sneered. "Apparently, you're better at begging than lying."
Turning towards Ryan, she said, "However that being said, I cannot allow you to stay here will Lady Emily. It is improper of a noble of her status to-."
"You know as well as I do that the Duchess wouldn't give a damn about her sleeping with me." Ryan interrupted, waving his hand dismissively.
He had done his research on Emily's family, and although he hadn't found anything related to Gregory, he had found plenty of "information" on the Duchess.
She was a top Patron of the Blissful Cultivation Network, known for her high-end demands. She had been dubbed the "Mind Breaker" for making three of the enhancers she "dueled" fall into madness.
A woman like that who so publicly fraternized with enhancers wasn't one to care about their daughter's virginity.
"Be that as it may, she is not yours to possess," Mura said, taking over for her leader.
"It seems to me that you're overly cocky for someone whose power relies on a repelling treasure," She said, thinking she had cracked the code.
Raising one eyebrow, Ryan clasped his arms behind his back and looked at Gregory, "Last time, he claimed I had a defensive treasure. Now you're claiming I have a repelling treasure. Say, how rich do you think I am?"
Before the auction, he had yet to manage to scrap together 300 campus credits. A treasure like the one Mura claimed he had, cost close to 10,000.
"Rich enough to pay your way in here," Gregory retorted, curling his lip.
"Give us the girl," Mura said, her patience wearing thin. "If you don't, we'll have to take her and awaken her by force."
Ryan started to breathe rapidly, sweat pouring down his forehead. His respiratory system started going into overload as he felt pure unadulterated rage coursing through his veins.
It had snuck up on him again. His curse had won.
Frothing at the mouth, Ryan lunged for Mura, landing a devastating blow that sent her sprawling to the ground.
In his crazed state, he didn't see Naomi move as the girl's knee took him by surprise.
Feeling his left rib crack, he knew he was in for a fight.
Knotting up his fists, he launched a pair of brutal strokes at Naomi.
She staggered back from the blow, holding her head and seeing stars.
Not giving her a moment of respite, he brought his heel down on the intruder's throat with merciless force.
"Never threaten my family!" Ryan roared, his battle lust soaring.
Haunted by horror, all she could do was watch helplessly as ruthless fists and kicks from years of training connected with her.
Mura watched as her friend and leader's blood sprayed and bones shattered like pretzels. Nothing of her remained as Mura was paralyzed with fright.
It was more than fright; it was a freezing of the soul.
The fear choked the scream from her throat as she watched Ryan pick up her dropped sword and saw the splash of blood even before she knew she'd been stabbed.
Ryan sliced, stabbed, cutting until no life was left, feeling rage capture his soul.
Turning towards Gregory, Ryan roared, "You forced this! You threatened my family! May my blade bring you solace and deliver your soul to the afterlife."
The knife was a crimson stinger, and hate was its venom. Ryan slashed down, the knife cutting Gregory's vocal cords before he could scream.
The dead Gregory hit the ground with a sickening thud.
Ryan's blood boiled with the foulness of hate, but only despair dwelled in the smoking ruins of his soul.
"I let it win," Ryan murmured, falling to his knees. "Why did it have to come to this?"
Despair twisted and turned inside him as a gray light of gloom cast its deathless shadow over him.
Feeling the misery of what he had done, he started to feel dizzy as a notification appeared.
[Congratulations on achieving-]
Not having time to read the message, Ryan promptly fell unconscious.
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