Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2644: Chapter 2639: Eight Malicious Women (15)

It’s actually a rational choice.

Although the feeling at that moment was so rich and colorful, Fu Qian, being the fish caught in the crossfire, found Lady No.7’s actions not so difficult to understand.

Confrontations also need the appropriate approach; we’re all in this game, and anyone slightly mature knows that sparring lightly and completely tearing apart are two different things.

Faced with the aggressive Wen Li, she clearly was unwilling to simply give in.

If you ask me to remove my mask, should I just remove it? What if you then ask for a kiss?

However, there’s an art to expressing disagreement this way; a blatant slap in return would undoubtedly make one stand out in this complex situation.

As the only one with a captive, Wen Li wanted to dissuade others from having ideas they shouldn’t, and establishing authority was essential, meaning the first conflict would definitely not be polite.

In these circumstances, directly confronting the person isn’t really necessary.

One might as well find a target to compete against, conveying emotions while leaving room for retreat.

It’s neither an irrelevant target nor a direct attack on the individual involved; they even use mental methods, allowing for the possibility of a smile dissolving grudges.

As it turned out, Wen Li was quite cooperative as well, seeing the opponent attack our captive without changing her expression, also displaying techniques on the captive.

"Truly impressive."

The mutual praise session was also essential, and Wen Li quickly gained her opponent’s recognition.

After Fu Qian was casually injected with adrenaline, Lady No.7 let out a cold laugh from beneath her mask, seemingly surprised by her opponent’s skill.

"How about this then?"

But stopping here was obviously impossible; this was just the greeting.

As everyone watched, Lady No.7 snapped her fingers, then grabbed her own throat, squeezing out a string of strange sounds.

...

So everyone’s here imitating me, huh? Did you pay the patent fee?

Lady No.7’s actions were undoubtedly bizarre, and having Fu Qian as the arena, he instantly felt the impact—or suffocation.

The buzzing in his mind seemed somewhat relieved at that moment, but the sound from the other’s throat hit straight at him, even directly affecting his flesh.

Fu Qian clearly felt that the same part of himself had seemingly developed its own thoughts at that moment, and was expressing freely.

So much so that his original functions were somewhat abandoned, his breath obstructed in an instant, and it was spreading rapidly.

The ball of flesh in him seemed to be extending tendrils, creeping into the stomach acid—but that wasn’t true.

Fu Qian did not try to manually massage his throat to clear it.

Perhaps the Transcendent physique is absent, yet he wouldn’t be easily frightened.

To him, it was simple to confirm that the flesh there had not really contracted into a ball.

This second move by Lady No.7 was essentially a mental attack.

Like planting an invisible seed on the mental level, consuming "self."

It only makes his body believe that place has come to life, thus disrupting its original function—completely different from his own Wriggling Seed mastery.

Of course, understanding this point only reduced the significance of reacting; the pain didn’t ease one bit.

In an instant, breathing was forcibly halted, and Fu Qian seemed to already feel the joys and sorrows of his Adam’s apple.

However, even in this state, his primary concern remained the issue of two people plagiarizing his actions.

Snapping fingers before making a move—this casual habit has unknowingly sparked a wave of imitation?

"Filthy, fallen... but interesting techniques, and you certainly don’t know what you’re doing."

Wen Li seemed touched by it too, her gaze more often falling on the opponent’s hand that snapped.

As she slowly commented, she extended a finger, pressing it onto the captive’s throat.

"Some things are beyond your reach."

...

Both the lines and actions seem liable to cause misunderstandings.

Only Fu Qian, as the person involved, understood Miss Wen was genuinely instructing Lady No.7.

Accompanied by the slight touch of that slender finger, the cooling sensation immediately lightened the trachea, suffocation ceased.

Lady No.7’s imposing second move was instantly countered again.

Of course, if it were only that, then such high-handed preaching would be a bit too much.

The reason for this momentum is because that "alive" chunk of flesh hadn’t truly disappeared.

Fu Qian could continue to feel that Wen Li’s finger was so precise, it directly transformed it into four pieces of the same size, swimming through the body.

For instance, one was already happily tumbling in stomach acid.

Rather than saying it wasn’t thoroughly cleared, Fu Qian would rather believe it was handled with precision.

Clearly her methods, yet Miss Wen behaved as if she had stumbled into her professional domain.

Including the reaction from Lady No.7 seemed to corroborate this.

No longer retaining the previous momentum, the latter remained silent, even taking her hand off her throat.

...

Such remarkable tactics, but have you considered the feelings of the arena?

As the saying goes, the wise see the subtleties—this swift and subtle confrontation was over in the blink of an eye.

Ending with Miss Wen’s victory, completely suppressing the opponent’s momentum.

The only issue was neither seemed to know the concept of treating captives favorably.

Although Miss Wen’s finger managed to stun her opponent, it clearly mirrored previous operations in a certain way, in that it does not alleviate the pain.

It’s not even simply dividing the pain into four parts, distributed evenly throughout the body.

Far exceeding the sum of its parts, at that moment, Fu Qian clearly felt what "joy and sorrow are not interchangeable" means.

As they say, the eyeballs are screaming, stomach acid is singing, shoulder blades want to fly... all these peculiar sensations combined with the chaotic sounds in his head—anyone else might have drooled on the spot.

Of course, looking on the bright side of things, this might indicate everyone’s recognition of Professor Fu’s physique.

"What happened? What’s going on with you?"

Even Wen Li’s confrontation hadn’t ended, Yuan Shan, the first one to engage Lady No.7, couldn’t help but express surprise.

"It seems to indeed lack any Extraordinary Attribute; how is that possible?"

How it was achieved involves deeper matters; speaking of it might leave you grasping at straws.

Compared to the previous actions of the two, Yuan Shan’s words could almost be perceived as humanistic care.

Yet faced with her doubt, Fu Qian could only sigh internally at that moment.

After all, this time it’s not just a warehouse, but also the Mechanical Abandoned Prison King—results from the collaboration between two giants.

He, too, wanted to know what exactly made it necessary for the warehouse to render him an ordinary person to execute the task.