Chapter 399: Heir of the Legend (2/2)
After everyone had left the room, Wang Tong about turned and leered at Ma Xiaoru. Ma Xiaoru knew what he was thinking, so she rebutted, ”You have a match. We can't do it.”
”Haha! Babe, don't be afraid. Haven't you forgot about Karmamudra? You see, I haven't fully recovered from last match and I need your help.”
”Oh? How?” Ma Xiaoru was taken back by the news and lowered her guard.
”Ah-Ha!” Wang Tong grabbed Ma Xiaoru's arm and threw her onto the bed. ”Of course, I'm not injured. But you can still help me! Haha!”
”You—” Ma Xiaoru was cut short by Wang Tong's fiery kisses, and then the two rolled around on the bed, hands all over each other.
Soon, the air in the room was sweetened by the caressing, kissing, and groping. The two's soul energy also intertwined with each other, effectively enhancing Wang Tong's flow of soul energy.
That night, Ma Xiaoru let Wang Tong enjoy her ripe fruit until the last drop of juice.
Meanwhile, inside Li Shiming's dark room, he sat cross-legged on the floor while cultivating the Tactics of Vayu. The closer it got to the semi-final, the calmer he felt.
Li Shiming was convinced that Wang Tong must die at his hands. He had come to terms with the fact that only he was capable of doing away with Wang Tong. Also, he wanted to do so to send a message to whoever was pulling the strings behind the scene: only an heir of House Li could inherit the power of the Blade Warrior.
By then, anger inside Li Shiming had burned away any sense of reason in his mind. He believed that only the blood of his enemy could wash away the humiliation.
Inside Patroclus's room, the Ivantian Prince was arranging a flower bouquet. Zhang Jin watched as a tapestry of colors appeared right in front of her eyes, each petal seeming to tell a different story.
”You are in a good mood.”
”Of course,” Patroclus said quietly; still busy with the flowers.
”You were kind of a d*ck, you know? Heidi is a girl, and you punched her in the face. That's a bit too much, don't you think?” Zhang Jin questioned him indignantly.
Patroclus smiled and said, ”I already held back my power. There is no difference between a man and a woman on the battlefield.”
Zhang Jin shocked her head and said, ”What if one day you would have to fight me?”
Patroclus paused and then said, ”That will never happen.”
Zhang Jin didn't press on; she knew Patroclus was right. He could prevent that from happening like nipping the bud off the branches.
Inside a hospital, Lie Jian was receiving treatment on his damaged right hand. Although he was the only injured combatant, with the help of advanced Ivantian medic equipment, the doctors should be able to patch him up in time.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door.
”Come in!”
”Master, we have finally found some clues, but—”
Lie Jian furrowed his brow ”But what?”
”But, it was not Wang Tong. He was seen watching Einherjar Wannabe's show a few weeks ago.”
”Hum... Does Patroclus know of this?”
”Hard to say... Oh, and we have heard rumors that Patroclus seems to be convinced that Wang Tong is the heir of the Blade Warrior. So far, Li Shiming has been silent on it.”
Lie Jian was shocked by the news. He waved a hand as the man in black slowly backed out of the room.
”Oh, for f*uck sake! I knew something was not right! They think I don't exist? B*astards!” Lie Jian was infuriated on being treated as irrelevant. He gritted his teeth and swore that he would avenge this humiliation.