120 The “Social Death” Combo, Especially for Women
Splash!
Yan Zhen pulled Dean Yu Qing into the water, her clothes instantly soaked. She was startled, but quickly reacted, kicking at his hand with her other foot.
A surge of water pushed Yan Zhen back, and he quickly dove deeper.
The three artificial mountains in the White Jade Spring divided the pool into three areas. The two sides were shallow, the water reaching only to the waist, suitable for soaking. The center, however, was where the spring originated, a deep area reaching a depth of ten meters, the height of a three-story building.
The milky-white spring water obscured vision, and the energy within disrupted Mystic Qi sensing. Without Spiritual Power, Younger Aunt Dean couldn’t pinpoint Yan Zhen’s location, while Yan Zhen, possessing Spiritual Power, could clearly sense her every move.
Younger Aunt Dean, pulled into the spring, didn’t resurface but hovered underwater, searching for him. “Hiding like a coward! Come out and fight me!”
—Fight you? Today I’ll teach you, a menopausal virgin, a lesson!
Yan Zhen smirked.
—System, Duel Disk Mode.
[Acknowledged.]
A Duel Disk materialized on Yan Zhen’s wrist.
He appeared before Younger Aunt Dean. “Younger Aunt, give me a break. Let’s forget about this.”
Dean Yu Qing, not realizing the gravity of the situation, sneered. “In your dreams! Prepare to die!”
—Good, you refused my request.
Although not the classic “No!”, it was still a rejection.
Yan Zhen, dodging her palm strikes, drew a card from his deck, “Special Trump Card – Jackie Fist,” and placed it in the designated area. The card transformed into a brand, resembling the character “J” (for Jackie Chan) with glasses, appearing on the back of his right hand.
This special trump card dealt damage and inflicted a “submission” effect on targets who refused his requests, making them obey his commands. The greater the difference in their cultivation levels, the weaker the effect.
Against Younger Aunt Dean, the submission effect would probably last less than ten seconds, given the vast difference in their strength.
But it was enough!
He stopped dodging, clenched his right fist, and met her incoming palm strike.
Behind Yan Zhen, the image of a tall man with glasses appeared, mirroring his punch.
Bang!
This “Jackie Fist” not only blocked the Mystic Ancestor’s attack but also dealt some damage, while the submission debuff enveloped Dean Yu Qing.
She trembled, then her gaze towards Yan Zhen softened, like a puppy looking at its owner.
Yan Zhen, wasting no time, activated “Special Trump Card – Bondage Play,” binding her tightly.
The submission effect only lasted five seconds. As soon as she was bound, Dean Yu Qing regained her senses. Seeing herself tied up in such a compromising position, she was both embarrassed and enraged, struggling violently.
Unfortunately for her, this was a binding effect created by two special trump cards. Even a Mystic Ancestor like her couldn’t break free in less than fifteen minutes.
“Y-you… release me, you brat!”
Dean Yu Qing transmitted her voice through Mystic Power.
Yan Zhen smirked and activated “Special Trump Card -Eagle Finger,” followed by “Special Trump Card – So Wet,” then “Special Trump Card – Sensitive Skin,” and finally, “Special Trump Card – All Holes Open.”
These were all cards with special effects against the opposite sex.
“Card-Eagle Finger” could force the target to… leak fluids, such as tears, snot, saliva, sweat, and so on.
“So Wet” made both him and the female target incredibly slippery.
“Sensitive Skin” lowered the target’s resistance, like an armor break.
“All Holes Open” created the illusion of… well, you get the idea.
These cards weren’t particularly damaging, but incredibly humiliating.
This was his “Social Death Combo,” specifically designed to deal with female villains!
After this, Younger Aunt Dean would never dare to bother him again.
In the script, his relationship with Younger Aunt Dean wasn’t like this. Like Grand Elder Great Aunt, she was supposed to value him. In reality, because of Instructor Yu Xuan, she had a bad first impression of him and constantly looked for ways to make things difficult for him. Now was the perfect opportunity to correct this!
The power of the three special trump cards surged through Yan Zhen, and he chuckled darkly.
Dean Yu Qing, seeing his sinister smile and his… prominent arousal, felt a chill run down her spine.
“You brat, what… what are you going to do? Don’t you dare! I’m Xuan’er’s aunt! If you disrespect me, Xuan’er, and my sisters, won’t let you off the hook!”
“Don’t worry, Younger Aunt, I won’t do anything to you. I’ll just… show you how powerful I am!”
—Powerful? How?
Dean Yu Qing glanced at his… and shuddered, struggling even more violently.
Yan Zhen extended his index finger like a sword and calmly touched the helpless Dean, more precisely, her belly button.
“What are you—”
Dean Yu Qing froze, then a wave of unprecedented pleasure washed over her, bringing her to an instant climax!
Her soaked body convulsed violently, her eyes rolling back, her mouth wide open, an ear-piercing moan escaping her lips.
“Eeeiyaaaaaahhhh!”
Yan Zhen clearly saw a colorless fluid mixing with the milky-white spring water. He took out a small jade bottle and, using his Mystic Power, collected the fluid as evidence of the Dean’s social demise.
Dean Yu Qing continued convulsing for a full five minutes before her body went limp, sinking beneath the surface, unable to maintain her breathing. Yan Zhen quickly released her bonds, lifted her horizontally, and slowly brought her up.
Splash.
As Yan Zhen emerged from the water, he saw another pair of delicate feet before him and almost dropped the Dean in shock.
Shui Bailan was also startled and quickly retreated a few steps. Seeing her best friend, eyes half-closed, in Yan Zhen’s arms, she froze.
“Yan Zhen… Yu Qing… what…”
Yan Zhen, naked and unable to get out of the water, said awkwardly, “Younger Aunt… she almost drowned. Aunt, please save her!”
“What? Drowned?”
Shui Bailan’s expression changed. She approached, knelt down, and took her unconscious friend from Yan Zhen’s arms.
“Then I’ll go to the other side and get dressed.”
Yan Zhen swam to the other side of the pool.
Shui Bailan watched him go, then looked down at her best friend, puzzled by her dazed appearance.
A Mystic Ancestor, drowning during a fight in the water? Their Mystic Power alone should be enough to repel the water, let alone someone who cultivated Water Mystic Power!
“Could it be that Yan Zhen… defeated Yu Qing?”
This thought made Shui Bailan’s eyes widen in shock.
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