Chapter 419: This Young Man Is A Little Cold

Chapter 419: This Young Man Is A Little Cold

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

She suddenly reached out with her right hand, her hand fisted and aimed towards Ye Chong's weak spot.

If she had learned anything at all recently, it was all of the qualities that make for a fine combat expert. That punch came abruptly without warning. Her battles against Sisko and his group these days had made her more confident of herself.

Ye Chong leapt back lightly in a seemingly impossible step, avoiding the blow.

Tackan and the others immediately began to follow Ye Chong's every move closely. After her transformation, Feng Su was becoming a problem to solve for them. They could not find her weakness. They wanted to see how Ye Chong would deal with her.

The situation looked precarious, but Ye Chong's expression was calm and collected, without any changes.

He avoided the blow, but the danger was not over yet. Feng Su seemed to have anticipated Ye Chong's move. She stepped lightly on the ground and launched herself forward, straight towards Ye Chong. She pulled back her fist, ready to punch.

Feng Su's eyes were fixed on the young man before her. She could even see every movement of his muscles.

Ye Chong's brows knitted together. His upper body was rigid as his right arm suddenly extended out like a whip towards Feng Su.

That seemingly impossible motion caught the attention of Tackan and his group. They had never seen Ye Chong use this move when fighting against them before. Everyone stood up instinctively and approached the fighting pair.

The September Lan Family's muscle control techniques allowed Ye Chong to execute bizarre movements. These movements were all surprising and difficult to predict.

This time, however, it did not hinder his opponent, much to his surprise. As if she knew exactly what Ye Chong would do, Feng Su suddenly bent down and evaded Ye Chong's right arm, her right fist coming towards Ye Chong like a bolt of lightning.

"Roar!" Ye Chong suddenly cried out! Mortal Roar! It was also a technique of the September Lan Family.

A formless sound wave spread out rapidly away from him.

Unexpectedly, the wide range attack had affected the observers more. The ones who were watching immediately howled in pain, blocking their ears with their hands as they retreated quickly.

The one closest to Ye Chong, Feng Su, was affected the least. Just as Ye Chong began his Mortal Roar, she had already slipped backwards quickly, and only the aftershocks of the attack managed to ruffle her hair.

Once again, the distance between the two of them was widened.

Feng Su's eyes turned serious. As expected, this young man was the hardest of the group to deal with. She did not initiate an attack again. The Mortal Roar had made her wary.

Ye Chong began to look at Feng Su in a new light. This new Feng Su was more difficult to deal with than he had imagined. Ye Chong had fought with Feng Su before this, and her current powers of foresight were much stronger than before. Her foresight ability now was enough to make Ye Chong feel threatened. Even that Mortal Roar, an attack that had almost no precursor moves, had been easily avoided by her. This foresight ability was truly powerful.

These few days, Ye Chong had been thinking about the weakness of Feng Su's special technique. He knew that every technique would have its own weaknesses, elements that could not be handled well by the technique. If this blind spot was properly taken advantage of, winning would not be an issue.

Huang Baiyi had said that mentalists were more sensitive than most to changes in their surroundings due to long periods of mental training. In this respect, mentalists were even better than combat experts. Besides, they were very sensitive to threats. For someone as powerful as Huang Baiyi, he would literally be able to tell the exact moment someone had thoughts of killing him.

Mental Foresight was based on these two kinds of sensitivities.

It was not too complicated to explain it, but to reach Feng Su's level of ability would require very long periods of hard work and an element of luck. Even knowing the theory behind this technique, Ye Chong still could not figure out how to fight her. If she could avoid an attack like Mortal Roar, then Ye Chong could not even be certain if it was because of Feng Su's instinct or her sensitivity to her surroundings.

These were two entirely different concepts.

If it was instinct, then Ye Chong would not worry too much about it. Even Huang Baiyi had admitted that the skill was not always accurate. The man's instincts were accurate only about 20 to 30 percent of the time. Only God would have a perfect instinct. If someone of Huang Baiyi's level could only have 20 to 30 percent accuracy when it comes to instincts, then Feng Su would definitely not be better than that.

If it was due to the sensitivity to her surroundings, then the problem became much harder. This was unlike instinct, its accuracy not attributed to luck, but to skill. Besides, any person trained as a mentalist would be mentally strong enough to avoid careless mistakes.

The two of them stared at each other without moving. As he stared coldly at his opponent, Ye Chong suddenly felt his body temperature rising. This new experience had got him excited!

The paradoxical emotion of calmness and excitement were melded together perfectly in him once again.

Tension filled the air between them. The others who were watching were also excited. Battles of this level were hard to find, and they had a feeling that the young man was about to fight for real! Everyone kept their eyes peeled, for fear of missing a single detail.

Ye Chong concentrated like never before. Blue lines appeared in his vision, some large, some small, and blue dots in a variety of brightness.were scattered between these blue lines.

Facing an unknown threat, Ye Chong's special technique from attaining Jie now revealed itself.

Dangerous! Ye Chong's entire being was radiating with danger that felt like a solid barrier. No one expected to see that typically calm and composed young man to be so strong! Tackan and his friends began to feel terrified. They retreated slowly, trying their best to avoid attention.

Feng Su's expression changed. Her opponent's strength had far exceeded her expectations.

"Well, take them if you want. I don't care much for them anyway. Heehee, it's a gift to you, remember that, think of it as a love token, so take care of it!"

Just when everyone thought a colossal battle was impending, Feng Su suddenly smiled, stretching her curvy waist. Her curves were once described by Shang as the most beautiful of all, and she was now as bewitching as ever. Even more enticing was her lazy and teasing demeanor, done in an entirely natural way.

The coldness in Feng Su left, and was replaced with devilish charm. Her smile was like a spring breeze, thawing the ice of the earlier cold tension.

She stretched her neck smoothly and without wariness before Ye Chong, all the defensiveness gone from her every move, as though Ye Chong was her lover, quietly studying her beauty.

This abrupt twist was completely unexpected, and Tackan and his friends could only stare with their mouths open wide, sighing unconsciously.

Ye Chong studied Feng Su quietly, a dangerous aura still emanating from him.

Feng Su's hair was shook loose from her hair band due to Ye Chong's Mortal Roar. Her dark, gleaming tress flowed down along her body. Feng Su stole a quick, playful look at Ye Chong, and quickly looked away. Her slender, fair hands combed through her hair softly in a feminine fashion.

Suddenly, everyone felt the dangerous aura vanish from the room.

Ye Chong turned away coldly and left, without looking back at Feng Su.

As Ye Chong finally disappeared from view, Feng Su's tense body finally relaxed. No one noticed that her back was already covered in sweat.

In the coming days, Feng Su behaved obediently, the ruthless character in her hidden deep inside. She was once again the beautiful and mesmerizing Feng Su from before. Her every move was tantalizing, the very image of the Devil's charms.

Even Sisko, who lacked aesthetic appreciation, was beginning to look at her more.

The only one who was unaffected was Ye Chong.

Feng Su spent the most time with Ye Chong. She noticed now that as long as she did not interrupt his thought, the young man would not care about whether she was near him.

More discouraging was the fact that, no matter how she tried to seduce him, the young man seemed to have a heart made of stone, and he never budged.

This frustrated Feng Su to no end. On the other hand, the young man had tied her small bag onto his waist, where she could almost reach it.

But she never would! She believed that if she tried that, the consequences would be unbearable. Would he kill her? It was more than likely! She would not risk her life for that. Every day, she could only watch her bag on the young man's waist from afar, cursing the stone hearted young man.

One thing vexed her as well - could the young man actually recognized what was in her bag? She sat beside him, thinking about it. The young man was also deep in thought, and she dared not disturb him.

Could he have recognized the dimension keystone? Could he be an outsider, just like her? If this was the case … Her pulse quickened!

Ye Chong was very sensitive to his surroundings, and Feng Su's suddenly accelerated pulse rate broke his train of thought. He took an odd glance at Feng Su.

Noticing Ye Chong's gaze, Feng Su returned it with a sweet smile, and quickly lowered her head.

Ye Chong did not mind her, and continued on with his thoughts.