Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

With her joints dislocated, no matter how skilled Chen Xingzhu's kung fu was, she couldn't stand up.

Yang Fei sneered coldly, pouncing like a leopard, grabbed Chen Xingzhu's collar, then slammed her down hard on the ground.

Chen Xingzhu groaned softly, clinging tightly to Yang Fei's neck with both hands.

The two relied on their tremendous strength to resist each other, falling to the ground together, rolling into a heap.

Soon, they entwined each other, rolling on the ground, engaging in close combat, dangerously intense.

Even though Chen Xingzhu's legs were dislocated, she still dominated with her immense strength, jabbing, chopping with her palm, elbow striking, and head-butting.

She seemed to be fighting wildly like a shrew, but only Yang Fei knew how sharp this woman's martial arts skills were.

However, close combat was Yang Fei's specialty.

Thanks to the Divine Skills of the Tortoise Mirror, Yang Fei clearly understood the trajectory of Chen Xingzhu's attacks.

Water comes, earth covers; troops arrive, generals resist. Chen Xingzhu couldn't take any advantage.

Chen Xingzhu, with her ample bust and slender waist, had an excellent figure; this kind of entangled wrestling and hugging was unbearable for any man.

However, Yang Fei dared not be distracted in the slightest.

Fighting against such a top master, a moment's carelessness could lead to losing an eye, a broken leg, or a deadly disaster.

At the juncture between life and death, Yang Fei did not dare to be negligent at all.

The two of them rolled in the weeds, the yellow mud piles, and the redwood forest, fighting fiercely, locked in an inextricable fight.

The blood-colored sky over the Dragon Battle Arena grew deeper in color, with floating clouds hanging low as if pressing right on top of Yang Fei and Chen Xingzhu's heads.

In the center of the Dragon Battle Arena, the sinister smile on the square face of the Evil God grew more intense.

The vertical eye in the middle of the Evil God revealed a look of intoxication, seemingly thoroughly enjoying such an intense battle.

Chen Xingzhu tried several times to clasp Yang Fei and unleash her Gang Yuan Qi to tear him to pieces.

However, this slippery fellow gave Chen Xingzhu no opportunity.

He kept twisting wrists, bending fingers, and poking eyeballs, using Dragon Claw Hand countless times.

Though Chen Xingzhu was strong in martial arts, her close combat skills were also formidable.

But compared to the Special Forces King Yang Fei, she was still lacking in both technique and moves.

And in such entangled fighting, Chen Xingzhu's Gang Qi Burst also couldn't be used.

Otherwise, she would be injured herself.

Thus, the more Chen Xingzhu fought, the more alarmed she became.

What troubled her most was Yang Fei's vile moves.

In such close life and death struggles, there was no question of propriety between genders, and even the most private parts would inevitably be touched.

So, for Yang Fei, Chen Xingzhu was simply an undefended city.

And as the blood-red sky over the Dragon Battle Arena grew thicker.

Yang Fei's heart also gradually filled with inexplicable evil thoughts.

A rough thought sprang up in his mind, igniting a fierce fire.

Not only Yang Fei but Chen Xingzhu was also affected.

Her mind gradually became somewhat bewildered, with her eyes showing increasingly intense hatred yet becoming wet and extraordinarily seductive.

Finally, Yang Fei made a Tiger Pounce, pinning down Chen Xingzhu, and with a casual crack, broke Chen Xingzhu's left arm.

Chen Xingzhu groaned softly, her right palm slashing at Yang Fei's chest, but Yang Fei grabbed her wrist, and with a crack, both her elbow and wrist joints dislocated simultaneously.

The fierce flame in Yang Fei's heart burned more and more fiercely.

At this moment, his animal nature was fully aroused, and with a ripping sound, he tore off Chen Xingzhu's black dress.

Chen Xingzhu screamed, trying to struggle to get up, but with all her limbs dislocated, she could not resist at all.

Yang Fei's handsome face was somewhat twisted, his eyes bloodshot, his laughter exceedingly strange.

"Miss Chen, don't you like strong men? I will make you submit to me in body and soul now."

The one-zhang-two-high God Statue in the center of the Dragon Battle Arena seemed to come alive.

The expression on the four faces of the Evil God, besides gloominess and ferocity, also had a bit more enjoyment.

Chen Xingzhu, ashamed and furious to the extreme, gathered all the Gang Yuan Qi in her body.

As long as he dared touch her, Chen Xingzhu would initiate a Gang Qi Burst, perishing together with him.

The Tortoise Extreme within Yang Fei sent a warning signal, but Yang Fei didn't care at all, wearing a wicked smile.

"Do you think that's enough?"

He said, silently activating the Scale Shock Subsonic Wave to attack Chen Xingzhu's internal organs.

Chen Xingzhu felt pain in her chest, and the Gang Qi Burst she had gathered dissipated instantly.

Yang Fei was like a real starving wolf, pouncing onto Chen Xingzhu.

With the last trace of her clear consciousness, Chen Xingzhu gathered all her internal Gang Qi, prepared to die with Yang Fei.

However, just as she gritted her teeth to launch the Gang Qi Burst.

Yang Fei's Scale Shock Subsonic Wave struck her lightly yet effectively, instantly dispersing the Gang Qi Burst that Chen Xingzhu had painstakingly gathered.

In the end, Chen Xingzhu simply clung to Yang Fei, begging bitterly for mercy: "Please spare me, I yield."

Be it a True Martial Master or a Master of Gangjin, they are, after all, flesh and blood.

Besides, due to the abundance of their Xueqi, their Essence Qi was hundreds of times more than that of ordinary people.

Their own desires also rose correspondingly, surpassing ordinary people by a hundred times.

This greatest stimulus between heaven and earth, once amplified by dozens of times, could not be withstood by anyone even if Chen Xingzhu had reached the True Martial Realm.

Yang Fei had many women, but none was as strong as Chen Xingzhu.

On Chen Xingzhu, he could act without restraint or care.

Chen Xingzhu, heavily injured and tormented to the point of life and death by Yang Fei, had no strength left to resist.

She glared at Yang Fei fiercely, her lazy expression full of murderous intent.

"You'd better kill me, otherwise you'll definitely die at my hands sooner or later."

Yang Fei, elated with his achievement, laughed heartily: "How could I bear to kill such an amusing toy like you?"

"You can challenge me anytime, but the outcome of each failure... hehe..."

He let out a series of lascivious laughs, his face full of triumph.

At this moment, the blood-colored sky over the Dragon Battle Arena sparkled, forming a vortex-like light shadow.

A blood-red pillar of light, as thick as a water barrel, shot from the vortex's center and projected onto Yang Fei.