Chapter 1201: Surrender, Mount

Chu Feng found some of his mystical abilities unusable. He fought close-quarters with all his might, his fists striking like rainbows, golden light surging as he continuously pounded Jin Lin.

At this moment, Jin Lin also completely threw caution to the wind, no longer concerned with her elegant demeanor. She unfurled her crimson wings, rose into the air, and repeatedly launched suicidal charges.

For instance, during this intense fight, crimson light surged around her, and her wings, like the evening glow, propelled her backward with a boom, sending her flying towards a large mountain.

Chu Feng grunted, his back slamming hard against the rocky mountain, which was formed from the treasured Yin-Yang Mountain and River Scroll. Blood welled up at the corner of his mouth.

Jin Lin's entire body experienced a surge in cell activity. All the runes in her blood appeared simultaneously, resonating to form Qilin Fire, which became even more brilliant and scorched her opponent.

Chu Feng, naturally no easy target, was on her back. Through her vibrant red wings, he suddenly stretched out his hands, aiming to lock onto Jin Lin's neck, wanting to snap her fair and elegant throat.

Jin Lin would not give him the chance. Enraged and embarrassed, she thrashed in the air, crashing into several mountains formed from magical artifacts. Finally, both of them slammed into the ground together.

With a thunderous crash, they plummeted into the rocky earth, instantly shattering the ground, raising a massive cloud of dust, and creating a huge crater.

The ground was incredibly hard. Even with Chu Feng's bronze tendons and iron bones, his perfected golden body, and his Human King blood boiling, he found it somewhat unbearable.

The entire small world was transformed from the Mountain and River Scroll, making it incredibly resilient. A direct confrontation with it made it difficult for a flesh-and-blood body to gain any advantage.

Blood flowed from Chu Feng's nose and mouth. Most importantly, his entire body was being scorched by Qilin Fire, causing unbearable pain, and his clothes had turned to ash. If not for the close-fitting secret armor covering crucial areas, he would have been completely naked, just as he had jokingly suggested to the monkey.

Even so, Jin Lin shrieked, finding the sight offensive. She was furious and mortified that this damned scoundrel had no clothes on his arms and legs, leaving them bare.

And he was still entangled with her in such a state.

Jin Lin thrashed even more violently, repeatedly soaring high into the sky, then crashing into large mountains and thick, rocky ground.

Chu Feng groaned continuously. They were engaged in a suicidal battle, and such heavy blows were painful not only for Chu Feng, who was bleeding from his orifices, but for Jin Lin herself.

Sometimes, Chu Feng forcibly maneuvered her body, using her to crash into mountains at the last moment, or sending her plummeting to the earth like a comet streaking across the sky.

Before long, both were covered in blood, and their bones had begun to crack.

Furthermore, Chu Feng tore parts of her crimson wings. Qilin feathers fell, accompanied by a rain of blood, and sparkling red feathers scattered across the sky.

He also locked onto Jin Lin's fair and delicate neck, exerting sudden force. His golden right hand glowed dazzlingly as he tried to twist and break her swan-like neck.

Jin Lin grunted. At such close range, a throat-lock kill was unbearable even for a mutated Qilin, no matter how tough.

With a boom, golden scales appeared on parts of her body and trembled. As the scales opened and closed, they pricked Chu Feng's hand, making it ache and drawing blood from his fingers.

Of course, Jin Lin's neck also had a terrible wound, from which her own blood flowed.

*Boom!*

Thunder erupted. After Chu Feng locked onto her, he desperately tried to unleash lightning, but he found that some of his mystical abilities were useless; they only evaporated the blood flowing from him.

*Boom!*

After Jin Lin manifested some characteristics of a mutated Qilin, her physical body became even stronger. As a Sub-Saint, she was a major realm higher and extremely formidable.

She escaped from her predicament, breaking free.

This clan, alongside true dragons, was renowned as one of the strongest physically among all races in the world!

An ordinary person would have been torn to shreds by her long ago; she could easily crush them in physical combat.

Chu Feng was already strong enough, but facing such a mutated Qilin, who was also a top-tier expert among Sub-Saints and one of the few standing at the peak of that domain, the fact that Chu Feng could fight to this extent was enough to shock all races and make every Sub-Saint tremble.

Jin Lin ignored her partly torn crimson wings, from which blood flowed freely. She desperately threw her head back, striking backward, as a pair of Qilin horns grew rapidly, sparkling white and beautiful, yet extremely dangerous.

"Damn it, is bone hyperplasia on your head supposed to be impressive? I'm invulnerable!" Chu Feng shouted.

He blocked with both hands and finally managed to grab the Qilin horns, pulling desperately, trying to snap them off.

Jin Lin was both shocked and enraged. She had failed to hit him but had instead had her sensitive Qilin horns touched, filling her with inexplicable shame and fury. Golden light surged around her as she fought back with all her might.

The two fought a life-and-death battle, intensely confronting each other, still intertwined. However, Jin Lin finally broke free from Chu Feng's leg lock, regaining her freedom.

Moreover, in the end, Jin Lin even turned the tables on him, wrapping her lotus-like arms around Chu Feng's neck in a reverse chokehold.

Her knees, meanwhile, brutally struck Chu Feng's chest, erupting with golden light. Golden scales appeared on her knees, clanging like fine blades slicing through the air.

Blood flowed from Chu Feng's chest as he headbutted her lower abdomen.

Jin Lin grunted, reeled back, temporarily separating from him, and coughed up blood.

Reaching this point in the battle, it was hard for outsiders to believe that the elegant and noble young lady of the mutated Qilin race would be entangled in such a brawl.

This was mainly due to the monkey, who had used the Yin-Yang Mountain and River Scroll to suppress mystical abilities and secret arts.

"Kill!"

Both let out soft shouts, clashing again. Fist prints were like rainbows, and they moved like lightning. As Jin Lin's crimson wings flashed, energy surged, almost tearing off and fanning away the surrounding mountain peaks.

Jin Lin was incredibly vexed. As a top-tier Sub-Saint, one of the elite few, and a mutated Qilin, she couldn't defeat Cao De!

She was convinced that any other Sub-Saint would have already been suppressed and killed by Cao De!

She absolutely believed that this so-called "honest brother" was a trickster, clearly cunning and detestable, not at all the impulsive hothead he claimed to be.

"Monkey, you miscalculated. This woman has a bronze head and iron arms, and thick skin. Even a spiked mace can't budge her. Several spikes broke off when they hit her face," Chu Feng shouted.

Jin Lin's face turned pale with rage upon hearing this, her eyes spitting fire. This damned scoundrel dared to speak of her like that; it was disgraceful and hateful.

*Boom!*

She fought even more desperately, eventually wrestling with Chu Feng. They tumbled across the mountain, sometimes Chu Feng mounted on her, other times she pinned him to the ground. Their fist strikes exploded like shattering suns. While it might have looked ambiguous, every blow sent blood splashing.

Chu Feng inwardly cursed his luck. He had intended to provoke her and disturb her composure, but it had only ignited her fighting spirit.

"Mount, surrender!"

Chu Feng shouted, riding on her back, punching down repeatedly. Having finally gained a momentary advantage over Jin Lin, he struck mercilessly.

Regardless of her bright red, moist lips, her perky jade-like nose, or her fiery beautiful eyes, his golden fists hammered directly down.

Instantly, Jin Lin's face was bruised and swollen, blood flowed from her orifices, and cracks appeared in her bones. But with a flash of light, her fresh, pale face reappeared. Her Qilin blood was astonishingly potent, granting her immense regenerative power.

Finally, Chu Feng headbutted her frontal bone. This made Jin Lin's vision darken, causing slight cracks in her skull, making her dizzy and nearly faint.

Of course, after this blow, Chu Feng himself felt the world spin and nearly collapsed onto her.

"Qilin, are you so great with such thick skin? If I become a Sub-Saint, I'll be tougher than you!" he exclaimed.

He grabbed Jin Lin's sun-like golden hair and forcefully slammed her against the ground, crashing her into the massive rocks formed from the Mountain and River Scroll.

Jin Lin was seething with indignation. What did "thick skin" mean? How was she like that? But what truly enraged and pushed her to her limit was this scoundrel fighting her while riding on her back, driving her mad.

Finally, golden light boiled around her. Her Qilin blood, activated beyond its usual state, surged with activity, flipping Chu Feng over and pinning him beneath her. Then, her wings unfolded behind her, brushing the ground as she flew at high speed, carrying Chu Feng and crashing into Mount Sumeru, the central peak of this small world.

Rocks splintered, and the ground shook violently.

Chu Feng wanted to curse. This was a fierce woman, truly too monstrous, making his nose and mouth bleed. He genuinely couldn't endure such impacts.

"Are you streaking?" he provoked further.

By this point in the battle, most of Jin Lin's clothes had vanished, turned to ash by her own Qilin Fire. Only her chest and other vital areas were covered by small, exquisite golden armor, preventing excessive exposure.

However, her long, slender legs and her pair of jade-white, lotus-root-like arms were fully exposed, inevitably touching and tangling with Chu Feng during their fight.

"Are you trying to seduce me? Don't tell me, you're actually making my nose bleed. Do you eat papaya every day? Your 'chest' is so open-minded!"

Chu Feng, looking utterly hateful, deliberately taunted her, hoping to make her lose control so he could seize an opportunity to counter and suppress the mutated Qilin woman.

"Bastard, go to hell!" Jin Lin roared, her golden hair flying. A diamond-shaped red mark appeared between her eyebrows, making her even more extraordinarily beautiful. Unfortunately, the mark on her frontal bone could not emit divine light, preventing her from using a certain world-shattering secret art to kill her enemy.

She found Cao De utterly detestable and despicable. He was clearly bleeding from his nose and mouth because she was hitting him, yet he shamelessly claimed it was due to seduction causing a nosebleed.

Chu Feng finally took advantage of her intense emotional fluctuation, flipping over. After a fierce assault, he wrapped both arms around her fair neck and twisted desperately, attempting to finish her off once more.

"I regret it!" the monkey shouted from afar.

He truly regretted it. He and his sister were also in big trouble. They had thought the so-called "Streaming Snail" would have a soft body beneath its shell, and if they found an opening, they could easily kill it.

But the Streaming Snail, in a booming voice, roared, "Damn monkeys, do you really think my body is weak? I'm a mutated Silver Streaming Snail, with the strongest physique! Haha, monkey heads, you've been tricked!"

He was naturally incredibly powerful, far surpassing other Sub-Saints. Disciples of top orthodoxies could not hope to compare, otherwise, he wouldn't have made it onto that list!

"Monkeys, all of you, die!"

His body ached from the two dark-gold staffs, which was why he was so furious and roared.

No one could use mystical abilities or secret arts at this moment; only physical combat was possible.

It had to be said, this Streaming Snail was terrifying. Besides its hard shell, its flesh was surprisingly rough and tough, glowing with a white light as if forged from silver.

Moreover, what was on its head wasn't ordinary snail antennae, but a pair of truly large, rough horns.

At this moment, the monkey shrieked, his face turning green, feeling an urge to curse.

"Am I fighting a snail, or an ancient Ox Demon King with a turtle shell on its back? What the hell!"

The monkey was beside himself with rage, feeling he had miscalculated and shot himself in the foot.

At this moment, he was covered in blood, with wounds everywhere. His 'thunder god's mouth' was crooked from the demon ox's blows, and the corner of his eye was torn, bleeding profusely.

Mi Qing was also heavily wounded, her white clothes stained with blood, her hair disheveled. Parts of her exquisitely beautiful face were bruised and even bloody, yet her eyes shone with unwavering resolve.

"Monkey, don't rush, don't panic! Watch me subdue the strongest mount in history, then I'll come support you immediately!"

Chu Feng shouted from a distance.

"Oh, come on, Cao De, you're fighting people naked! How shameless! You really used the streaking move!" the monkey exclaimed, then added indignantly, "I'm so unlucky. I met a rough, perverted snail; I can't even streak to use a 'handsome man's trick'!"

"Get lost!" Chu Feng roared in fury.

He wasn't streaking! He still had some tough, unbroken armor, meaning he was just shirtless.

Of course, both he and Jin Lin were indeed exposing large areas of skin.

"Mount, surrender!" Chu Feng bellowed.

Regardless, he first mentally spurred himself on. After suppressing his opponent, he relentlessly struck with lethal force, pinning down Jin Lin, who was barely clothed and exposing large areas of her fair skin.

"Do you submit?!" he shouted.

Jin Lin was enraged. She hadn't been defeated yet, but this guy was so shameless, demanding she submit. Was this some kind of spiritual victory method? It was simply outrageous.

Of course, she thought this guy was indeed utterly shameless and a complete scoundrel. This time, he had headbutted her chest, making her body tremble violently. In intense pain, she nearly collapsed to the ground.

"Go to hell!"

Both roared this almost simultaneously.