The King of Black Fog

"Save me! Old man, save me!" Huihui shouted.

The volume that erupted from her petite body was unimaginable, Qianshu instinctively turned her head slightly.

"Don't worry, with me, Teacher Wutian here, no one can bully you." Teacher Wutian's tone was calm yet firm, exuding a sense of pressure.

"Hey." Qianshu leaned her head towards Li Changzhou, "He really seems strong, let's run."

"If I could run, I would've run already." Li Changzhou said.

"Th--this strong?!"

"Strength is just one aspect."

On the other hand...

Li Changzhou used his remaining left hand to lock Huihui's neck in his arms.

Huihui is 148 cm tall, and if Li Changzhou were to speak to her, he might instinctively squat down, but now she was dangling like noodles in Li Changzhou's embrace, whether in terms of size, softness, or inability to resist, she resembled a pillow.

The Immortal slightly nodded: "Hmm?!"

Boom!

A furious blast of energy suddenly swept over the three, leaving them unable to breathe for a moment.

Qianshu held down her magic hat with one hand and raised her arm to shield her mouth and nose: "This old man is amazing!"

"My skirt! My skirt! My skirt's flying up!" Huihui's pink tongue was like playing the piano.

Under the Immortal's aura blast, Huihui's ultra-short skirt fluttered like a flag, occasionally revealing colors beneath.

"Young man, let her go, and I will let you leave." The Immortal said.

Li Changzhou held down Huihui's skirt.

"My skirt... Eh? Thank you, thank you?" Huihui finally stopped her tongue-tapping clamor, expressing her gratitude to Li Changzhou in a confused tone.

Li Changzhou lifted her skirt slightly.

"!!" Qianshu and Huihui's eyes widened slowly.

Teacher Wutian remained unfazed, because he... was wearing sunglasses.

Just as Huihui was about to unleash another sound assault, Li Changzhou stopped, lifting the skirt to a height that revealed nothing, yet gave a sense of reaching a limit.

"Teacher Wutian, if you teach me the use of 'Qi', this girl is yours."

Huihui glanced at the Immortal, who was instinctively crouching on the ground, peeking beneath her skirt, then—

"No!!! Save me, save me! I don't want to go with this old man!"

"White, white." The Immortal wiped the blood from his nose and stood up, "Hmm, young man, if I teach you the use of 'Qi', will you promise not to harm this young girl?"

"Teacher Wutian is the God of Martial Arts, the Grandmaster of Martial Ways, can't you see whether I'm telling the truth?" Li Changzhou retorted.

"I'm begging you! I'm really begging you! I'll do anything, just don't hand me over! I don't want the old man!" Huihui cried out.

Teacher Wutian remained silent.

After three seconds, he slowly said: "I can sense your kind side, but I can also see the murderous aura and bloodstained scent on you... you've killed many people."

"How many is many?" Qianshu curiously asked Li Changzhou.

"Dozens? Maybe hundreds."

"That many?!" Qianshu was startled, "But considering you're a player, killing so many people is quite normal, you know, soldiers killing people on the battlefield doesn't matter, because there's no differentiation between good and evil on the battlefield."

"Hearing you say that makes me relieved," Li Changzhou laughed, then said, "Actually, the unit is 'billion'."

Qianshu momentarily didn't react: "Tens... of billions?"

Li Changzhou nodded: "Could be hundreds too."

Qianshu's pupils dilated, then, the pillow-like Huihui in Li Changzhou's arms slightly wriggled: "Old man! Turtle old man! Save me! You have to save me! I'll go with you!!"

Li Changzhou said emotionlessly: "One more word from you, and I'll treat your panties as a deposit for Teacher Wutian."

"..." Huihui went silent.

"Young man, it's a deal!" Teacher Wutian said, "I'll teach you the use of 'Qi', you let the young girl go."

"Alright."

"Then," Teacher Wutian pushed his hip-hop style sunglasses, "hand over the deposit first."

Qianshu: "..."

"Ah——" Huihui's voice broke free from the high-rises' constraints, echoing across the Tokyo sky, "Save me! Master, save me! This place is full of perverts!!"

Qianshu: "..."

Qianshu thought she was pretty lively usually, but compared to Huihui... Huihui's noise level was comparable to moving five times, and above each of those residences, there were people playing basketball.

It's just that annoying.

But she noticed, Li Changzhou and the perverted old man across were unmoved.

The perverted old man's eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, unsure where his attention lay, but Li Changzhou's eyes remained fixed on the old man, without the slightest relaxation.

"Teacher Wutian," Li Changzhou said, "dragging this out doesn't benefit any of us, you can sense the Qi, better than me, how many experts there are in this city right now."

Teacher Wutian furrowed his brows.

"... I'll demonstrate once, regardless if you can learn it or not, you must let her go!"

"Please."

The black hand moved the crosswalk back, separating Li Changzhou, Qianshu, Huihui, and Teacher Wutian by fifty meters.

Teacher Wutian extended his hands, gesturing mid-air, his eyes glowing.

"Is this the 'Qi' you're talking about? Why does it look like a fortune teller in Shinjuku?" Qianshu curiously asked.

Li Changzhou squeezed his left wrist, causing Huihui to moan in pain.

"Teacher Wutian, what I want to learn is not hypnosis, nor the Myriad Nations Shocking Wave Palm, nor the Demon Sealing Wave—use Turtle Style Qi Gong on that building." He said.

The Immortal lowered his hands, his expression turned heavy.

He was indeed a grandmaster of martial paths, but not a stubborn one, agreeing to demonstrate the use of 'Qi' to Li Changzhou was a pretense, his real motive was to seize the opportunity to control the opponent.

Unfortunately, Li Changzhou, born on Earth, knew the Immortal's techniques thoroughly.

"No choice, Turtle!"

The Immortal extended his arms, aligning his palms, then maintained this posture as he drew his hands back to his waist.