Qi Hei

Chapter 698 The Softer the Girl, The Higher the Damage

"Impossible, this is impossible."

Chi Yi was astonished, unable to comprehend how Wang Wenjian could withstand his attack.

He swung his immortal spear again, its cold radiance surging like an ocean.

Wang Wenjian tightened his left arm around Chi Mei, feeling the astonishing softness of her waist. His blood boiled, and a mysterious energy surged in his dantian.

He raised the light blade in his hand, which erupted with several times the power, blocking the immortal spear once more.

"Holding a soft maiden, damage multiplied tenfold! Master, is this the profound secret you wanted me to comprehend?"

Wang Wenjian muttered to himself, believing he had finally understood Ji Mo's deep intention in sending him to Qingqiu.

Master was indeed Master, tirelessly teaching. He hadn't looked down on Wang Wenjian for lacking a special physique or bloodline; instead, he had focused on cultivating him and imparted this supreme, marvelous technique that could easily unleash several times the attack power.

"Master, I will not disgrace you."

Wang Wenjian's eyes gleamed. The light blade in his hand erupted with boundless runes, as brilliant as the great sun.

What had Chi Yi said earlier?

Ji Mo's student is just this?

Then he would let this fellow truly experience the terror of attempting to show off and ending up being utterly defeated.

Wang Wenjian, holding Chi Mei, his entire body surging with sword intent, his light blade clanging, unleashed his attack with a torrent of rainbow-like sword energy.

The sword energy was oppressive, indestructible, and instantly tore through the void.

Pfft...

Chi Yi's resilient body could no longer defend itself. A terrifying wound was opened, and blood splattered.

"How can this be?"

Chi Yi's heart pounded, filled with unease.

What was going on? Wang Wenjian had suddenly transformed, his attack power multiplying several times over.

Moreover,

This fellow was holding someone, as if mocking him openly: I can defeat you with one hand tied behind my back.

"I don't believe it. I, the dignified peak Golden Immortal, can't defeat a mere Saint Immortal."

Chi Yi roared. His immortal spear, like a meteor with a trailing tail of light, streaked across the sky, stabbing forward with extreme speed.

Wang Wenjian did not retreat, choosing to confront the attack head-on.

His body was burning, his blood qi like a sea, as he battled Chi Yi.

The hand holding Chi Mei involuntarily tightened, growing stronger and tighter, as if he wished to meld her into his body.

"Ying..."

Chi Mei cried out in pain, unable to help but let out a soft moan.

You dead man, holding me so tightly! If my true form wasn't a Scarlet Serpent, this slender waist would have likely snapped.

Her soft, slender arms weakly encircled Wang Wenjian's neck, her breath like orchids, her body limp and collapsing in his embrace.

This soft cry, and the fragrance blowing into his nostrils, seemed to contain some kind of magic.

Wang Wenjian's body straightened, he trembled violently, and his attack power surged again.

The light blade in his hand vibrated and hummed, instantly growing several times larger. The white, blinding sword energy, like a raging tide, erupted with unparalleled energy fluctuations.

Wang Wenjian roared, swinging the massive light blade, slashing continuously, his radiant sword energy soaring into the sky.

Compared to his previous rapid attacks, his speed had clearly decreased, but his attack power was incredibly intimidating.

Chi Yi desperately tried to resist, but his weapon could not bear the strain. It became covered in cracks and finally broke into three pieces.

"Is that all?"

Wang Wenjian's killing intent was boundless as he pressed forward step by step.

With every swing of the light blade, a spray of blood followed.

Chi Yi retreated repeatedly, struggling desperately, but the wounds on his body grew more numerous, his blood staining the earth.

His face was pale, his expression filled with terror, and he let out continuous screams, regretting his actions to the core.

"How dare you insult my Master? Die!"

Wang Wenjian swept his light blade horizontally, the shocking sword energy flashing.

Chi Yi's head flew off, blood splashing over ten meters high. His corpse fell heavily into the pool of blood.

His death was tragic; his eyes were wide with anger, clearly unable to accept being defeated while trying to bully a weaker opponent, and meeting such an end.

Wang Wenjian exhaled heavily, then realized his contact with Chi Mei had been too intimate, and he quickly let go in surprise.

"Ying..."

Chi Mei immediately fell to the ground, her internal injuries aggravated, and she let out a cry of pain.

You dead man, don't you understand how to cherish a maiden? You hug me when you've had enough and then casually toss me aside?

She showed a hint of anger, then found Wang Wenjian bending down again and picking her up. The trace of resentment in her heart dissipated.

But the next second.

Wang Wenjian let go again, abandoning her.

She couldn't help but want to curse him, only to find herself back in a warm embrace.

But soon, she was thrown away again.

"Hmm, indeed, I need to hold a soft maiden to unleash several times the attack power."

Wang Wenjian, having verified it, finally confirmed the core truth of his newly comprehended profound secret.

He fell into thought, quite conflicted.

"With no women in my heart, my sword naturally becomes divine!"

"Holding a soft maiden, damage multiplied tenfold!"

These two seem to conflict. So, between attack speed and damage, how should I choose?

With his confusion, he sent a message to Xuan Yang, wanting Xuan Yang to help him ask Ji Mo for guidance and clarity.

"My dear, don't torment me like this. You hug me and then let go, let go and then hug me again. What's the meaning of all this? It makes me feel so uncomfortable, stuck in limbo."

Chi Mei felt incredibly wronged. You can't play hard to get like this, and I'm still seriously injured.

In the past, she was the one who toyed with those lecherous old men. Now, she was facing retribution, being toyed with by Wang Wenjian like this.

"Ah, my lady, I am truly sorry."

Wang Wenjian quickly apologized, pulling out a large handful of ninth-grade spirit pills and feeding them one by one into Chi Mei's small mouth to heal her injuries.

"Brother Wang, stop with these frivolous things. I understand your little thoughts."

Chi Mei saw Wang Wenjian feeding her precious ninth-grade spirit pills like candy, and her heart instantly melted. Her watery eyes glanced at Wang Wenjian, filled with a thousand charms.

What little thoughts could I have? What do you understand?

And what's with that look in your eyes? It's as if you want to devour me. It's so scary!

...

Sky City.

Ji Mo was with Lin Mengmeng and Xuan Yang.

Xuan Yang, having received Wang Wenjian's message, was immediately filled with envy and jealousy. He looked at Ji Hanhan with a mournful expression: "Master, Old Wang has comprehended something. You're truly biased, only passing such profound secrets to him and not to us."

"What? What has he comprehended now?"

Ji Mo was completely bewildered. His purpose in sending Wang Wenjian to the Qingqiu Demon Gate was simple: to see if he could make the fellow like women again.

Was this little Wang's talent truly so terrifying? What had he comprehended now?

Xuan Yang explained Wang Wenjian's situation.

"Holding a maiden, damage doubled. I never thought Wenjian would be so terrifying as to actually comprehend this legendary ultimate skill!"

Ji Mo was lost in thought for a moment.

The difference in talent between people is truly vast. Some are on the road to Rome their entire lives, while others are born in Rome.

One had to admit, Wang Wenjian's comprehension was truly heaven-defying!

"Master, can holding a soft maiden truly double the damage?" Xuan Yang still found it hard to believe.

Ji Hanhan's mouth twitched. He didn't actually understand either, but to maintain his teacher's dignity, he nodded with a serious expression: "Of course, the true essence of this peerless profound secret is that the softer the maiden, the higher the damage..."

As he spoke, his body slowly began to rise.

Lin Mengmeng, who had somehow picked Ji Mo up, tilted her head and said with a dazed, cute expression: "It really works! I feel inexplicably stronger too!"