"Should we go find the teacher?" Dai Mubai's voice carried a hint of urgency. His gaze swept over everyone, seeking support.
Gu Long nodded. He thought Dai Mubai's idea made a lot of sense.
"What's so scary about just a Soul Ancestor?" Oscar's tone was tinged with contempt.
"Xiao Ao, you don't understand. A Soul Ancestor is not someone to be trifled with," Dai Mubai said seriously, his brows furrowed, and his eyes showing respect for the strength of a Soul Ancestor.
"With Brother Feng here, there's nothing to be afraid of. What was the name of that Soul King from Canghui Academy?" Oscar disagreed, a confident smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Ye Zhiqiu," Gu Long added, a glint of recollection in his eyes.
"That Ye Zhiqiu, even though he was a Soul King, was still beaten to a pulp by Brother Feng," Oscar said proudly, his eyes filled with pride in Chen Feng's strength.
Hearing Oscar's words, Ma Hongjun seemed to have found an outlet for his humiliation and anger. He took over the conversation triumphantly.
"That's right. Chen Feng isn't even afraid of a Soul King. A mere Soul Ancestor is nothing."
A cold glint flashed in Chen Feng's eyes.
"Fatty, tell me exactly what happened and what the enemy looks like."
Ma Hongjun recalled the situation at that moment. His face was a mixture of anger and pain.
"That guy is a perverted middle - aged man. He looks about forty - something, with short hair and lecherous glints in his eyes. One of his hands was wrapped in gauze. When I arrived, he had already tied Tang San up and was stepping on him, while his other hand was groping Xiao Wu."
Ma Hongjun's fists clenched involuntarily. A strong sense of anger and helplessness welled up in his heart. In his mind, he could still recall that disgusting gaze, that extremely arrogant aura, and Xiao Wu's helpless eyes.
"I couldn't stand it and fought with him, and ended up like this. That guy was very proud, thinking that we Shrek students were easy to defeat. I said that Brother Feng would come and teach him a lesson, but he didn't believe me, so he let me go to get reinforcements."
"Fatty, what's the strength of that person?" Chen Feng raised his eyebrows slightly.
"That guy is called Bu Le. He's a four - ring control - type Soul Ancestor. His martial soul seems to be two semi - circular covers, each only the size of a steamed bun, pink in color. As soon as he summoned his martial soul, he put them on his head."
"When fighting me, he used two soul skills. The first soul skill was to enlarge those two covers and block my Phoenix Fireline. The second soul skill was to trap my body with the two covers, one in front and one behind. Those covers felt very flexible."
Listening to these descriptions, the expressions on everyone's faces became increasingly strange, and their eyes showed a hint of disgust.
This Bu Le's martial soul was really perverted.
Chen Feng's gaze was as sharp as a blade. He said in a deep voice, "It seems he is indeed a control - type Soul Ancestor. But if he thinks he can act arrogantly in front of my brothers just because he has four rings, he's being too naive. Let's go and meet this Bu Le."
Ma Hongjun led the way, and they walked through the winding path towards Bu Le's residence.
At this moment, in Bu Le's dwelling.
Xiao Wu was tied up and kneeling on the ground. Her posture exuded helplessness and vulnerability.
Her long, slightly orange - tinged scorpion - braided hair was a bit messy, falling over her heaving chest, just revealing a little bit of snow - white skin and a faint hint of pink lace.
It was plump and fair!
Her figure was exquisitely curved. Her slender waist and abdomen accentuated a delicate curve, and her long, well - proportioned legs were clad in white stockings, making her look both fragile and alluring.
In the dimly lit room, some stray black strands of hair stuck to Xiao Wu's forehead, and these tiny strands trembled slightly with every small struggle of hers.
On her cold and delicate face, the blush had not completely faded, making her look particularly charming.
On her snow - white neck and chest, the pink - strapped half - skirt was soaked with sweat, clinging to her skin and outlining a tantalizing curve.
At this moment, Xiao Wu's heart was filled with humiliation and anger.
Bu Le's actions were rough and merciless. His cold and heartless hand tightly grasped her wrist, as if he wanted to transfer all his malice onto her.
Under his rough tugging, Xiao Wu was almost flung onto the floor paved with white tiles as if she were discarded.
Caught off - guard, Xiao Wu's legs bent, and her knees hit the cold white - tile floor, causing her to let out a pained "hiss".
Gritting her teeth against the pain, she raised her head, and her glistening eyes stared straight at Bu Le.
Her delicate cheeks were slightly flushed with anger. The faint scent of perfume filled the air, starkly contrasting with her current emotions yet adding an inexplicable charm.
In this humiliating kneeling position, Xiao Wu's tight - fitting narrow skirt rolled up due to gravity, revealing her plump and alluring buttocks. They strained against the fabric, resembling two ripe peaches.
Bu Le's gaze was firmly fixed on Xiao Wu, who was kneeling on the ground. Her humiliated posture, her plump and perky buttocks, all stimulated his desire to conquer.
"No wonder she's a girl from the city. So fresh and tender. This is wonderful."
At the same time, Xiao Wu's heart was filled with shame, anger, and unease.
"W - what... what is this position?"
For a relatively innocent girl like Xiao Wu, being forced into a kneeling and bending position in front of her boyfriend, Tang San, was an extremely embarrassing and humiliating thing.
Bu Le stood there, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. Watching Xiao Wu's body trembling slightly with humiliation, a sense of conquest and satisfaction welled up in his heart.
He seemed to be able to feel the temperature of the skin under Xiao Wu's knees through the smooth and tight - fitting skirt fabric.
Bu Le imagined how intoxicating it would be if his hand could touch those plump curves.
His actions were anything but gentle. He roughly pulled Xiao Wu up, just to see her even more charming figure in a fluster once again.
Xiao Wu's curves were mercilessly exposed during her struggle. The heaving of her chest and the arc of her buttocks were all revealed by Bu Le's rough actions. However, this exposure brought no glory, only deeper humiliation.
"Don't!"
Xiao Wu exclaimed, but it was too late. She fell heavily onto the ground.
Her tight - fitting narrow skirt rolled up even more because of this movement, revealing her plump and alluring buttocks, like two ripe peaches, tightly stretching the fabric and showing an enticing curve.
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Bu Le is really evil!
Will something happen to Xiao Wu?
Also, where is Tang San's resistance?