"You wanna die!" Angie Chen didn’t hesitate—she swung a vicious kick, sending Yinlong flying across the stage. He crashed and rolled four or five times, his clothes torn, nose bleeding, all his swagger gone.
Her kick was so fierce her panties nearly flashed—instantly, all the rich boys and middle-aged uncles around gulped hard, eyes glued to her.
"What are you staring at? One more look and I’ll slaughter the lot of you!" Angie’s eyes burned as she leapt onto the ring like a hellish rakshasa.
"Damn, this chick is spicy! Never thought the Lingfeng squad had such a hot babe—she’s wild, slutty, and fierce!"
"Yeah, I heard she’s the daughter of top East River tycoon Jinbiao Chen, known as the province’s Number-One Bad Girl. She’s crazy arrogant—no telling how many rich heirs she’s played with! Nobody in East River dares mess with her. No idea how Lingfeng tamed her, but that kid’s got insane luck with women!"
Ha! You can tell she’s the super open type—bet she needs at least four or five rounds a night to be satisfied!
The guys went nuts, shouting and cheering. The ring was always a place for men to duke it out, but with this splash of color, everyone was losing their minds.
The guys roared, but the girls weren’t about to lose out. Liu Sitian, Su Qing, Sun Qianqian, Rose Yates—all the beauties shouted, "Go, Angie!" The chant swept through the arena.
The girls had planned this—Angie was their champion, and there was no way she’d lose the spotlight. Her “Number-One Bad Girl” title blazed across the four giant screens, with highlight reels of her wild, gorgeous moves. Every guy in the stadium stared—almost half a million eyes glued to her.
And that’s just the arena—online, streaming platforms exploded. Fans screamed, tips poured in wave after wave, and Angie seemed to become a national icon in seconds.
"Hahaha, Angie’s Weibo followers just blew past a million! We’ve got over half a million fans sending flowers in the live chat, plus tons of big gifts. In barely a minute, we’ve raked in tens of millions—this is easy money!"
"Let’s make even more and go traveling! We’ll definitely break a hundred million in tips today!"
"A hundred million? I bet even a billion won’t be enough! We’re loaded now—time to shop ‘til we drop!"
A few of the girls were over the moon, cashing in big thanks to Angie Chen.
Meanwhile, up in Jinling’s team stands, all eyes were locked on Angie Chen.
"Fiona, who knew East River would send a female fighter? Her aura’s already outshining yours! Damn, this chick is something else—those hips are killing me, I’d give anything to get with her!" one of Jinling’s fat teammates snickered, then glanced over at the girl beside him.
That girl was Fiona Shangguan, raised as the Qin clan’s childhood-bride fiancée. She’d been betrothed to Quentin Qin since she was eight, and the Qin family treated her like royalty. Even though she was a child bride, her status was set early—everyone respected her as the future main wife.
Quentin Qin adored his main girl. Sure, the Qin clan had plenty of wives, but Fiona was always number one. She’d been living with the Qin family since she was eight, and as she grew up she only got more stunning. Tonight, she wore a tight black outfit that showed off her killer curves—any guy would fall for her. But she and Quentin kept things respectful, since she practiced Pure Maiden Art, a nine-layered cultivation technique. She’d reached the eighth layer; once she hit the ninth, she could finally sleep with Quentin, and if she did, his power would multiply ninefold—or, with luck, even ninetyfold. So even though Quentin was dying to get with her, he had to wait.
"That little demoness is gonna get torn apart by men sooner or later!" Fiona gritted her teeth, annoyed. She was Quentin Qin’s original match and the queen of tonight’s show—no way she’d let anyone else steal her thunder.
"What a waste to tear her apart—she’d be way more fun to fuck to death!"
"Hell yeah, let’s do it!"
"Damn it, Yinlong’s still not getting up to fuck her!"
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"Bunch of hungry wolves!" Fiona Shangguan shot them a dirty look.
The guys on Jinling’s team cracked up, even Quentin Qin swallowed hard, suddenly feeling extra frisky. His hand crept toward Fiona’s shapely butt, itching to cop a feel.
"Hold on, hubby—I just need a few more days. My Pure Maiden Art is almost at the ninth layer. Once I break through, you can do whatever you want with me!" Fiona cooed, making Quentin Qin instantly feel the urge.
"Alright, when the time comes I’ll show you my true power. I won’t stop for three days and nights!" Quentin Qin declared, making all the horny guys nearby burst out laughing. Fiona blushed bright red.
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"Yinlong of E Province, supposed top disciple of the witch-dao—how can one kick leave you limp? Come on, this lady’s waiting up here for you!" Angie taunted, flipping him off.
In an instant, every guy in the stadium started screaming.
"Go on, get up there and fuck her!"
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With the crowd going wild, Yinlong finally snapped. He was supposed to be a top dog from E Province, heir to the northern witch-dao throne, here to shine at the Jiangnan Martial Arts Tournament and boost his standing. Now, all that was about to be ruined by a single girl. At that moment, Yinlong launched himself from the ground, leaping straight onto the stage.
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"You little punk, I’m gonna kill you today!" Yinlong roared, throwing a savage punch with zero mercy—pure brutality. As a peak Yellow-Tier Void Realm master, his fist made the whole stage shake.
Everyone’s eyes went wide. Clearly, he hadn’t been serious before, but now he was going all out!
But Angie didn’t flinch. Her powdery fist smashed forward, just as fierce. It might not have the killing aura of a man’s punch, but the thick "rouge fragrance" drove all the "hungry wolves" in the crowd wild—they wished they could drag Yinlong down and jump in themselves.
Suddenly, a huge boom echoed from center stage as their fists collided. Every eye and camera locked onto the impact.
Something totally unexpected happened.
Yinlong’s full-force punch couldn’t overpower Angie’s powdery fist. He staggered, nearly fell, and only saved himself from rolling off the stage thanks to his impressive tumbling skills.
"Nice! Angie’s Chen-Family Fist looks soft, but it packs a punch—she’s combined it with Chen-style Taiji. That idiot Yinlong totally fell for it! He thought Angie was easy prey—serves him right!" Harvey Jin and the others cheered.
The girls cheered even louder. Rose Yates whipped off her jacket and spun it overhead, her wild charm drawing thirsty stares from the older men.
For a moment, Angie’s dazzling presence outshone every other fighter on stage—even the judges turned to watch her.
Angie reveled in the spotlight, wriggling her hips and blowing kisses to the crowd. At that moment, not only the men but even the women were nearly bewitched by her.
But Yinlong had clenched his teeth, brewing his killer move. Poison qi slowly seeped from his body, turning his fist black and shrouded in foul miasma. This wasn’t an ordinary punch—it was a venom-laced gu-poison fist, the deadly core of his witch-dao.