Zhao Xiong, the second of the Zhao family's five brothers, was known for his formidable strength and leadership qualities. However, he had a peculiar flaw—his preferences leaned in an unexpected direction.
As the large man sat across from Qin Ming, his flirtatious behavior became harder to ignore. Despite Qin Ming's mounting discomfort, Zhao Xiong persisted, his grin growing wider as the night deepened.
For hours, the feast dragged on, the atmosphere thick with tension. Finally, Zhao Xiong began hinting at sharing a bed. Qin Ming clenched his fists, his patience hanging by a thread.
The burly figure of Zhao Xiong turned away briefly to arrange bedding. At that moment, Qin Ming exchanged a look with Ghost Lady, a silent agreement passing between them.
In a single bound, Qin Ming leaped onto Zhao Xiong's back, clamping a hand over his mouth while sinking his teeth into the man's neck.
Essence Absorption activated!
Zhao Xiong's muffled cry of pain filled the tent, his body thrashing violently to throw off his attacker. But before he could break free, Ghost Lady darted forward, launching into a blur of rapid strikes.
B-Rank Ultimate Move: Dragon-Tiger Frenzy!
Her attacks struck with surgical precision, hammering Zhao Xiong's body in a whirlwind of twenty-six blows before finishing with a wave of energy that blasted him back.
Yet, Zhao Xiong stood firm. His frame remained unshaken, his iron-like body absorbing the onslaught without yielding.
B-Rank Defensive Skill: Zhao Clan Body Tempering Technique!
His face twisted in fury, Zhao Xiong retaliated. A thunderous kick sent Ghost Lady flying across the tent. Then, with alarming strength, he grabbed Qin Ming by the collar and hurled him like a rag doll.
The heavy crash of Qin Ming's body smashing into a table echoed through the room. The table splintered into pieces, but before Zhao Xiong could press his advantage, Qin Ming's hands ignited with roaring flames.
With a roar, Qin Ming drove his fiery hand forward, striking Zhao Xiong square in his most vulnerable spot.
Zhao Xiong's bellow of agony shook the tent. The attack to his most sensitive area brought the giant to his knees, his once-indomitable posture crumbling under the pain.
Taking advantage of the opening, Qin Ming latched onto Zhao Xiong, dragging him violently across the room. Furniture toppled, the tent descended into chaos. Qin Ming gritted his teeth, determined to neutralize his opponent.
Flames surged along his arm as he unleashed another devastating strike.
A resounding crack split the air. Zhao Xiong howled once more, his voice a guttural shriek.
Outside, a passing patrol froze in place. Hearing the commotion inside, the soldiers exchanged uneasy glances.
"Should we intervene?" one of them asked hesitantly.
Their captain waved them off. "Are you out of your mind? That's General Zhao Xiong's tent! Do you want to die?"
"Let me tell you something," the captain interrupted, leaning in conspiratorially. "What's happening in there is none of our business. Zhao Xiong has... unusual tastes. And trust me, anyone who interrupts him will regret it."
The soldiers' faces paled. The captain's ominous words painted a vivid picture, and they decided to retreat quickly, leaving the tent behind as muffled sounds of struggle continued within.
Inside, the battle raged on. But for Zhao Xiong, the tide had turned. Stripped of his composure and brought to his knees, his once-overwhelming strength now meant nothing.