Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 630: In sparring, isn't it normal to bump into each other?

Dai Chengfeng also stopped what he was doing and stood still.

He slowly withdrew his hand, gently rubbing his fingertips together.

"you……"

Zhu Zhuqing finally spoke, her voice slightly hoarse without her even realizing it, "Dai Chengfeng, a bad guy!"

"What's wrong with me?"

Dai Chengfeng looked surprised and innocently spread his hands, "That was an accident. You attacked too fast, and I couldn't stop in time."

“When sparring, physical contact is inevitable.”

"Accident?"

Zhu Zhuqing's chest heaved with anger, the curves even more dramatic beneath her soaked training clothes. "Were all those previous incidents accidents too?!"

"Which ones before?"

Dai Chengfeng blinked, took two steps forward, and closed the distance between the two.

Zhu Zhuqing, with her back against the human stake, had nowhere left to retreat and could only glare at him.

"Zhu Qing, aren't you being too sensitive? We're fighting, not dancing. Isn't it normal for us to bump into each other?"

"Or……"

He drew out his words, his gaze sweeping over her flushed face and heaving chest, his voice low and possessing a seductive magnetism:
"You care?"

"I..." Zhu Zhuqing was speechless.

Does she care? Of course she does!
The sensation of being touched made her flustered and uncomfortable.

But what could she say?
Seeing Zhu Zhuqing's embarrassed and annoyed expression, her face flushed red but unable to speak, Dai Chengfeng's smile deepened.

He gave her no more chance to organize her thoughts and suddenly moved closer again.

"It seems I wasn't serious enough, allowing you to think about other things."

His voice was deep and carried an aggressive, oppressive quality. "Then let's continue."

“This time, I will be more ‘focused’.”

Before he finished speaking, he was already rubbing his body and going up again.

This time, his offensive took a sudden turn for the worse.

They are no longer primarily focused on roaming and dodging, but have become more proactive and aggressive.

The moves were wide and sweeping, yet contained countless subtle variations, like an invisible net enveloping Zhu Zhuqing from all directions.

Zhu Zhuqing was forced to accept the challenge, transforming all her shame and anger into strength.

She was also enraged, and her moves became increasingly ruthless, as if she were fighting for her life.

The two clashed again, but the situation had subtly changed.

Dai Chengfeng no longer touched her "accidentally," and his attacks became more direct, and more... unrestrained.

When seizing the lock, he would deliberately pull her towards his arms;

When blocking her attacks, my arm would always "just happen" to touch the most vulnerable parts of her body;
In close combat, his body will "inevitably" come into closer friction and pressure with hers.

Zhu Zhuqing was like a cat stuck in the mud, possessing sharp teeth and claws, but was gradually suppressed by her opponent with richer experience, stronger control, and an omnipresent, blush-inducing harassment.

Her rhythm began to falter, and her breathing became increasingly rapid.

Every touch of Dai Chengfeng's body sent shivers down her spine, her strength seemingly draining away in that unfamiliar, tingling sensation.

Finally, in a fierce exchange of attacks, Dai Chengfeng seized upon a tiny opening in her defense.

He swiftly grabbed her attacking wrist, pulled her back, and at the same time cleverly tripped her.

Zhu Zhuqing lost her balance and cried out in surprise, involuntarily falling backward.

Dai Chengfeng leaned down, swiftly grabbing her reclining waist with his other hand, and using the momentum of her fall, he twisted his body. Thud.

With a muffled thud, the two of them fell together onto the cold ground covered with fallen leaves.

However, Zhu Zhuqing did not feel the pain of the impact because Dai Chengfeng adjusted his posture at the last moment, cushioning the impact himself and holding her firmly in his arms.

Zhu Zhuqing lay on top of Dai Chengfeng, but in just a moment, the world spun around her. Dai Chengfeng used his waist and abdomen to perform a clever roll, and they were now on opposite sides.

Before she could react, Dai Chengfeng had already pinned her down.

His weight wasn't entirely pressing down on her; rather, he cleverly supported most of it with his knees and arms. But the overwhelming, masculine sense of oppression made her more flustered than the actual weight itself.

Her wrists were firmly gripped by a large hand and pressed against the fallen leaves on either side of her head.

His other arm was pressed down below her collarbone, pinning her to the spot and rendering her unable to move.

The morning light filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the ground.

Zhu Zhuqing looked up at Dai Chengfeng, who was backlit and his face was somewhat blurred, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

The smell of sweat from the intense fight, mixed with Dai Chengfeng's unique, cool yet slightly aggressive aura, enveloped her completely.

"Do you admit defeat or not?"

Dai Chengfeng lowered his head, leaned close to her ear, his voice hoarse, and his hot breath directly onto her sensitive earlobe and neck.

Zhu Zhuqing trembled all over, a strong tingling sensation shooting from her tailbone straight to the top of her head.

She bit her lower lip, turned her head away to avoid his burning breath, and stubbornly remained silent, only staring at him with her watery eyes that still refused to admit defeat.

"You don't acknowledge it?"

Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly.

"Then let's keep at it. Let's see who gives up first."

"you……"

Zhu Zhuqing felt weak all over from his weight, and the unfamiliar, heart-pounding feeling terrified her.

Just then, Dai Chengfeng suddenly lowered his head.

Zhu Zhuqing noticed the change in Dai Chengfeng's gaze and her heart skipped a beat.

The next second, his burning hot lips pressed down heavily on her slightly parted lips, leaving no room for resistance.

"Well--!"

The hot and unfamiliar touch on her lips caused Zhu Zhuqing's mind to go blank for a moment.

And Dai Chengfeng...

He was originally just tempted by that bright red color and wanted to give this little cat that was always baring its teeth and claws at him a small punishment.

But when his lips actually covered hers, the soft and slightly cool touch, and the sweet scent of sweat mixed with the unique fragrance of a young girl, made him lose control instantly.

But in that instant, Dai Chengfeng sensed something amiss.

No, not just a little, but an extremely obvious anomaly.

The soul power that was originally circulating smoothly within his body began to surge uncontrollably toward the point where he was in contact with Zhu Zhuqing.

Even more strangely, he clearly felt that a cool and swift stream of soul power was also surging out from Zhu Zhuqing's body, intertwining, entangled, and flowing with his soul power between their lips.

This is not a simple leakage of soul power, but rather a kind of resonance? Attraction?
Dai Chengfeng stopped moving, but did not immediately leave her lips.

He remained in that position, intently sensing the strange flow of soul power.

The two soul powers have different attributes—his is fiery, domineering, and carries the killing aura unique to the Asura God Power;
Her aloofness, agility, and the unique feminine grace and speed of the Netherworld Cat are all characteristics of her.

At this moment, however, it is like two streams converging, without the expected fierce conflict, but instead forming a delicate balance and cycle.

(End of this chapter)