Chapter 125: The Pants Are All Torn

Zhang Yu looked at Le Mulan in the training room and said, somewhat speechless, "How are you going to fight dressed like that?"

At that moment, Le Mulan was wearing several layers of clothing, thick gloves on her hands, and a mask on her face, making her appear bulky.

Zhang Yu cursed silently, thinking, "This germaphobia is too extreme."

So Zhang Yu said, "I disinfected myself when I entered the school. You don't need to be so exaggerated, do you?"

Le Mulan waved her hand and replied, "It's fine. Let's begin."

After two months of training, Le Mulan believed her tolerance for Zhang Yu had significantly improved.

However, for her first real combat session with him in two months, she decided to take a gradual approach, such as wearing several layers of clothing initially.

Zhang Yu shook his head helplessly. But since she was a client paying 12,000 per hour, he naturally had to agree to any eccentric requests.

Zhang Yu thought to himself, "Ah, it's great to be rich. You can even hire a talented high school student like me to be your sparring partner."

Le Mulan said, "Let's start with a normal fight. Try your best to get me into ground combat."

A moment later, they stood facing each other. Le Mulan took a deep breath and gestured to Zhang Yu, who then charged forward.

With explosive thuds, Le Mulan's sword energy and Zhang Yu's internal energy collided intensely.

Le Mulan felt terrifying immense power, mixed with vast magical energy, surging towards her.

She was already weaker than Zhang Yu, and her body, bundled in multiple layers of clothing, was a beat slower. Zhang Yu pushed her back relentlessly, closing within a meter of her in an instant.

Then, with a dizzying spin, Le Mulan only heard a loud thud; she had been slammed to the ground.

She then saw a pair of large hands reaching for her.

As Zhang Yu's large hands extended towards her, a flicker of instinctive disgust crossed Le Mulan's face, and she seemed to internally recoil.

So she quickly reached out to resist.

Over the past two months, Le Mulan had learned many close-combat, grappling, and wrestling techniques, but against Zhang Yu, she was naturally still helpless.

Seeing him lock her hands and his legs about to entangle her, Le Mulan frowned and exclaimed, "Stop! Stop! Stop quickly!"

Zhang Yu stopped, looking helpless, and asked, "What is it now?"

Le Mulan quickly stood up, thinking to herself, "Indeed... I can tolerate it, but it really is annoying... a poor person's body."

However, Le Mulan knew she had hired Zhang Yu precisely to overcome her mental weaknesses and become more fluid in switching her cultivation methods.

But the thought of his 'poor hands' touching her repeatedly during combat filled her with an unbearable sense of nausea.

Especially after checking Zhang Yu's daily social media updates, she vividly remembered those hands touching various tarnished bottles and jars, river water, street food stalls, and Bai Zhenzhen...

"A poor person's hands reaching out to touch... this is far more unbearable than simply hand-to-hand contact last time."

"Indeed... it still needs to be gradual."

So she thought for a moment and said, "Next, you'll play full defense. I'll try to control you in ground combat, and you can't actively reach out to attack me."

Zhang Yu nodded casually, figuring it was the same price no matter the training method.

The next moment, they were on the ground again, but this time, Le Mulan attacked Zhang Yu.

She reached out and embraced Zhang Yu from behind, her hands locking onto his neck.

Her legs continuously tried to clamp around Zhang Yu's thighs and lower abdomen.

But under this offensive, she felt as if she were trying to control a giant dragon; terrifying power tangled and surged between them, constantly resisting her control.

Compared to two months ago, their strength was now incomparable.

As their power surged, even Le Mulan's high-quality clothes ripped with a tearing sound.

Her multiple layers of trousers tore apart during the struggle, revealing a pair of fair and powerful long legs.

Zhang Yu's pants fared no better, also becoming shredded.

As they grappled, Zhang Yu felt Le Mulan's thighs pressing tightly against and rubbing against his own. This cold physical contact felt subtle, momentarily distracting him.

After all, this was vastly different from his previous close contact with clients (like Song Hailong).

Le Mulan, also feeling her bare thigh pressed against Zhang Yu's, had a look of almost palpable disgust on her face, and her legs instinctively shifted sideways.

However, this slight movement immediately showed signs of Zhang Yu breaking free. Le Mulan quickly reminded herself, "Endure! You must endure! You must overcome your psychological weakness!"

Fortunately, Zhang Yu was also somewhat distracted, and not only failed to break free but also gave Le Mulan an opportunity.

Le Mulan now had both hands hooked around Zhang Yu's neck, and her legs were wrapped around his waist. As her long, powerful thigh muscles tensed, they shredded a large part of Zhang Yu's top with a ripping sound, like two giant pythons.

Feeling her bare thighs pressed tightly against Zhang Yu's waist and abdomen, Le Mulan felt as if she were clamping a bag of garbage between her legs.

Despite the disgust in her eyes, she ultimately persevered and endured.

However, the next moment, as Zhang Yu used one hand to block Le Mulan's attempt to lock his neck, his other hand reached for Le Mulan's thigh, trying to pry it open.

*Slap!* His hand pressed against Le Mulan's bare thigh.

Le Mulan's physique was exceptionally strong; once she channeled her power, her flesh was far harder than ordinary bricks or stones.

Yet, at this very moment, under the immense power of Zhang Yu's hand, Le Mulan's thigh suddenly felt fleshy and yielding, sinking slightly with his squeeze.

It was this squeeze from Zhang Yu that made Le Mulan's body suddenly tense, as if stiffening completely.

"His hand..."

In that instant, images she had seen on social media flashed through Le Mulan's mind like a kaleidoscope.

These very hands had touched public buses, ridden subways, handled synthetic food, used the restrooms at Songyang High School, were filled with the genes of the poor, and had touched another poor person, Bai Zhenzhen, countless times...

And now they were squeezing her thigh?

The nightmare from the arena two months ago seemed to resurface in Le Mulan's mind, clashing violently with her cultivation method.

Le Mulan gritted her teeth, feeling the increasing pain where her thigh was squeezed, and desperately tried to hold back her tears.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yu... as he constantly defended against Le Mulan's attacks, he noticed a growing intensity of a strange scent around them.

"What's that smell?"

It wasn't until Le Mulan locked his neck again with both hands, and his face became gradually covered with a layer of sweat from her arms, that he understood.

"Damn it! Le Mulan's sweat is fragrant?"

"No... something's not right. This sweat seems to be..."

As their intense struggle continued, Zhang Yu's body temperature rapidly rose, making Le Mulan feel like she was gripping a hot poker. Her legs, chest, and abdomen felt increasingly hot.

Yet, Le Mulan's body remained cool, while Zhang Yu felt sweat constantly secreting from her hands, dampening his face.

"This isn't sweat at all; it's a medicinal smell... This must be Ziyun's potion, isn't it?!"

"Is it because of that super-metabolism surgery? Does it directly excrete the drug residue from her body like sweat?"

As he smelled the constant medicinal odor emanating from her body, Zhang Yu felt his own vital energy surge more intensely, and his brain's neural responses began to become stimulated.

"No, who knows what potent drugs are in Le Mulan's body, that walking medicine cabinet. I can't let myself be affected..."

Zhang Yu knew that if a master from the 'drug-enhanced' faction were here, they might even lick it to taste the medicinal components.

As a proponent of natural body cultivation, Zhang Yu naturally wouldn't take random drugs. He quickly shut his mouth and held his breath, trying his best not to be affected by Le Mulan's sweat.

As this sweat appeared all over Le Mulan's body, especially increasingly on her bare thighs, a greasy sensation gradually emerged, making Zhang Yu's hand feel slippery...

The next moment, Le Mulan, having completely controlled Zhang Yu, felt a surge of joy. "Finally, I've got him locked down!"

However, the instant she succeeded, she released Zhang Yu with lightning speed and, with a whoosh, rolled back more than ten meters.

Zhang Yu lay on the ground, his face flushed, while a large, vaguely human-shaped puddle of sweat, still steaming, lay on the floor.

Le Mulan asked, "Why couldn't you exert strength at the end? You weren't holding back, were you?"

Zhang Yu glared at Le Mulan in annoyance. "You sweat too much. Your legs and hands were so slippery and greasy, and it all had a distinct smell. I had to hold my breath the whole time."

After speaking, Zhang Yu's gaze swept over Le Mulan. He noticed that although her top was somewhat torn, it was largely unaffected and still covered most of her body.

However, the trousers on her long, straight legs were almost completely shredded from the recent battle, and a large, bruised handprint was visible on her right thigh.

Seeing the handprint, Zhang Yu asked, a little embarrassed, "Are your legs okay?"

Le Mulan was still pondering what Zhang Yu had just said. Hearing his question, she glanced at the bruise on her leg and replied indifferently, "It's just a minor injury. I have internal healing medicine; it'll heal itself in a moment."

"Why did you say you had to hold your breath just now?" Le Mulan asked, puzzled. "My super-metabolism surgery gives me an exceptionally strong ability to absorb and break down potions."

"And the daily potions I use are top-grade. After my body absorbs them, the liquid excreted from my skin... well, it's just residue to me, but for ordinary students, it completely meets normal drinking standards. It's non-toxic and has no side effects."

"You could even drink it directly, so there's no need to hold your breath or anything."

"However..." Le Mulan frowned and added, "You're not allowed to touch me with your tongue."

Zhang Yu fumed internally: *Damn it... I'm a natural body cultivator! Who cares about your drug residue!*

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