Carefree Farmwife: Training the Husband, Raising the Bun - Chapter 133

The man seemed to have been provoked by his wound. In an instant, the aura around him grew even stronger, and the violent surge of inner force almost sent Ying Su flying.

She lifted her other leg and stomped down hard on his fingers. The man instantly released his grip on her ankle, and his body plummeted toward the wolves below.

His narrow, pitch-black eyes stayed locked on her without blinking. He didn’t even glance at the wolves beneath. Instead, with a sweep of his wide sleeves, a sharp gust of force blasted downward, sending two or three wolves flying into nearby trees. They only had time to let out short yelps before they landed in a bloody heap, already dead.

Seeing this, Ying Su frowned slightly. Without lingering another second, she leapt nimbly between branches and quickly made her escape.

Ordinary people, surrounded by dozens of wolves, would find it nearly impossible to survive. Yet the man below didn’t even take the pack seriously. Animals were born with instincts for danger. After he killed three with a single strike, the rest dared only to circle and wait for the leader’s command.

The man’s black eyes followed Ying Su’s retreating figure, locking on her like a predator. His aura grew darker, more dangerous, while his stunningly handsome yet unruly face showed no expression.

In the next instant, he sprang upward again, chasing along the branches she had climbed, sweeping toward her like an eagle snatching prey.

Sensing the sharp sound of air behind her, Ying Su spun to counterattack. She was fast, but not faster than him. He grabbed her throat with one hand and yanked her off the tree like a chick, then casually let go.

If not for her quick reaction, rolling across the ground to absorb the impact, she would have snapped several ribs on the landing.

Ying Su pushed herself up, crouching low in a fighting stance, phoenix eyes locked on the man opposite her.

He stared back, eyes dark and bottomless, face still blank, cold and feral like a wild beast.

Every muscle in her body tensed like a hedgehog raising its quills, ready to strike at any moment.

The moment he shifted, she sprang, scooping a handful of dirt from the ground and flinging it at his face. He didn’t even pause. With just a flick of his sleeve, a gust of force scattered the dust harmlessly.

In a flash, he was before her, sending a sharp blast of energy her way. Ying Su twisted aside at the last second, but the gust ripped through her clothes, tearing open the fabric across her chest. Her pale throat was exposed, with a red mark blooming across her skin.

She spun back fiercely to retaliate, but after just two exchanges, she realized the truth, his strength was overwhelming. None of her ruthless, lethal moves from her past life could break through. He deflected them all as if they were child’s play.

But it shouldn’t be possible. Ancient martial arts relied on fixed forms, lacking the adaptability of modern combat. Her techniques were designed to kill. From his attire, this man was clearly of noble birth. How could he so easily dissolve her attacks?

Her only regret was that unlike in her past life, she didn’t have weapons hidden all over her body. Right now, she had only a single dagger and it had already been knocked from her hand.

His strikes grew sharper and more brutal, yet he never went for the kill. Even so, her face was marred with several fresh cuts. Ying Su had never been toyed with like this before! Back then, she had always been the one toying with her dying prey. Truly, the wicked are ground down by the even more wicked!

She ducked under a palm strike, rolling to snatch at her fallen dagger, but he kicked it away. Her eyes flashed. In a sudden move, she rolled at his feet, hooking both hands around one of his legs and yanking upward. At the same time, her other hand darted toward his waist.

She froze for just a split second, then quickly retreated several steps, widening the distance.

The man simply twisted in mid-air and landed steadily, not at all toppled. But for the first time, his expression changed. His sharp brows furrowed, his hand shot to his waist, and his dark eyes flashed with disbelief as he stared at her.

Across from him, Ying Su’s lips curled into a smug smile. She lifted her right hand proudly, pinched between her fingers was a black silk belt embroidered with gold edging, stitched with a lotus motif in Shu brocade. She twirled it around her finger in the air.

In the Great Qing dynasty, robes were wide and loose, fastened only by belts. Without a belt, even one’s undergarments would fall.

Ying Su would bet anything, this man definitely wouldn’t dare fight her half-naked. She tilted her chin defiantly, eyes bright with mockery. “Hey! Your underpants fell off!”

His gaze flickered. He looked at her, brows drawn together, his long eyes shadowed and lightless. His thin lips pressed into a line. He said nothing.

Ying Su gave him another once-over, confusion stirring in her heart. She suspected there was something strange about his body. The moment she had touched his waist, her system suddenly activated, “Extracting energy…”

Still, compared to the system, her own life mattered more. Sacrifices had to be made. Weighing her options, Ying Su decided to cut off the extraction and focus on running.

She had barely taken three steps when she heard the wind behind her, swift and sharp. She ducked, rolled, and sprang back to her feet in one fluid motion, but the eerie man still caught her arm.

One hand gripped her arm tightly, while the other clutched his waist, clearly worried his trousers would slip! The hand holding her was scorching hot, an almost unbearable heat radiating from his palm.

Ying Su was startled. This wasn’t a normal human temperature! Even with a high fever, no one should be this hot, they’d already be delirious!

No time to think. She struck at the hand on her arm while twisting her body in an impossible arc, lashing a kick toward his face.

Right then, the system chimed in again, at the worst possible moment, “Extracting energy… Absorbing energy…”

Ying Su cursed it inwardly. Damn useless thing!

Despite her flurry of moves, he still wouldn’t release her arm. Gritting her teeth, she turned her attacks on the hand clutching his waist. “Let’s see, once your pants drop, will you still cling to me?”

Well… admittedly, the Great Qing dynasty didn’t even have underpants.

After several more rounds, her movements grew more coordinated. The man, realizing she had no inner force, stopped using his own. He fought her with raw skill alone. Surprisingly, the two reached a rough stalemate and finally, under her relentless strikes, he was forced to release her arm.