Chapter 51: Victory or Defeat in Five Hundred Exchanges!

“It seems you’ve been thinking about my body too, relentlessly pursuing me. Even hiding here, you still managed to find me.”
Qiu Yuezi stepped out from behind the battered idol, the moonlight streaming through the broken roof and bathing her form, making the generous curves of her chest appear even whiter than snow.
Lin Yang quickly averted his gaze, fearing he would lose control of the fire stirring within him.
“I have no interest in your filthy body,” Lin Yang replied.
Qiu Yuezi covered her mouth and laughed softly. “How am I filthy? I bathe every day. If you don’t believe me, come closer and smell for yourself. I’m quite fragrant.”
She seemed utterly fearless, almost courting death, as she nonchalantly tore off her top. Her magnificent chest leapt into view, nearly blinding Lin Yang’s rare double pupils.
Gulp.
He couldn’t help but swallow.
He had always thought Qin Menong’s assets were already formidable—spectacular, even. He could not grasp them with a single hand.
Yet Qiu Yuezi surpassed even her.
When she pulled off her clothes, Lin Yang truly understood what it meant for waves to surge—what a sight!
Moreover, as a martial artist, Qiu Yuezi’s astonishing figure was not marred by any slackness; instead, her curves stood proud and firm, like mountain peaks.
She walked toward Lin Yang, clearly knowing she couldn’t defeat him in combat and now attempting seduction.
“Aren’t you here to avenge your brother? Why not fight me outright? Why resort to this?”
Lin Yang’s heart pounded fiercely, the wicked fire raging within. He could only force himself to maintain a calm facade.
“I do want revenge,” Qiu Yuezi said, “but I can’t beat you. All I can do is use my ultimate skill—drain you dry, leave you empty, and that will be my way of avenging him.”
She was now right in front of him.
Every movement she made was mesmerizing, her allure overwhelming, yet never vulgar or off-putting.
She understood men far too well.
“Or, if you’re man enough, you could take me right here and now—avenge those I’ve killed. Do you dare try?”
Her words were honeyed, her eyes smoldering with charm. One had to admit, her art of seduction far surpassed her skills as a third-rank master.
Her martial prowess Lin Yang could shatter with a single move, but her seductive arts left him distracted, parched, teetering on the brink of losing all reason.
As she spoke, she lifted a finger and traced it lightly across his chest.
Smack!

Lin Yang raised his hand and slapped Qiu Yuezi hard across the face.
“Shameless wench!”
Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, five red fingerprints blossoming on her cheek. He had not held back; such force would usually mean nothing to a master, but she clearly felt this blow.
Qiu Yuezi licked the blood from her lips, her smile wicked and enchanting.
“I am a shameless slut—depraved and wanton! Hit me again. It feels so good!”
Lin Yang was speechless. He had come here filled with murderous intent, determined to kill her, but her seduction had dissolved his killing intent before he realized it.
He didn’t even notice himself, but Qiu Yuezi’s mastery of temptation was profound.
Smack!
Though the urge to kill had faded, Lin Yang’s reason remained. He slapped her again, even harder.
Qiu Yuezi cried out in pain this time—he had truly hurt her.
“Don’t just hit my face; that’s not enough. Hit me here, hard—break them if you can!”
She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her chest, unleashing another surge of waves.
Yet Qiu Yuezi wore an expression of pure enjoyment.
The instant Lin Yang touched her, it was as if he had been shocked by lightning—he nearly lost all control.
“Vile woman, you’re deranged.”
“Yes, I am. I love being abused. Hit me harder!”
Unable to hold back any longer, Lin Yang struck her again, his hand landing on her chest, setting off even wilder waves.
Qiu Yuezi shrieked and reveled in the sensation.
Lin Yang suddenly realized he found a certain pleasure in striking her as well.
Inside the ruined temple, the slapping sounds echoed like firecrackers, mingling with Qiu Yuezi’s cries.
She lunged at him, knocking him to the ground.
At that moment, Lin Yang regained some composure. He flipped over, seized her by the throat, and pinned her against the wall.
“Wretched woman, I’ll spare your life today. Cross me again and I will kill you.”
With that, he turned to leave.

He feared that if he stayed any longer, he would lose himself and fall into madness.
“Either kill me now or stay and play with me. Otherwise, if I go out, I’ll kill everyone I see.”
Qiu Yuezi’s face wore a wicked smile, like a deadly, irresistible enchantress.
“Do you really think I won’t kill you?”
Lin Yang turned back, his face flushed, eyes blazing.
“I don’t even know how many people I’ve killed. Some died in my bed, some simply annoyed me, and some were so ugly I killed them on sight. Killing, to me, is easier than slaughtering a chicken. Even those who shared my bed died smiling.”
“I let them taste pleasures they’d never known. They’d rather die than miss the chance to lie with me.”
“I’m curious how you’re able to resist me. Is that thing between your legs fake? Are you impotent? Are you even a man?”
She let out a seductive laugh.
“What did you say?”
Nothing enraged Lin Yang more than having his manhood questioned. For someone who had once lost that capability, her words were a vicious provocation.
Once, Qin Menong had said something similar and ended up experiencing Lin Yang’s true strength.
Now, the fire inside him was burning hotter than ever, with nowhere to vent. Qiu Yuezi’s words were like a bomb tossed into the flames.
“I said you’re no man at all!”
Qiu Yuezi’s voice was mocking.
With a sudden leap, Lin Yang seized her by the throat again, his face twisted with barely restrained fury. “You’re courting death!”
“That’s right—I want to die. Do it!”
As she spoke, she used a sudden move, a clawing grip, seizing him in a most sensitive place.
The fire within Lin Yang exploded at last, and Qiu Yuezi got exactly what she wanted.
She hadn’t lied—her mastery of seduction was consummate, the best of the best.
She was confident that she could completely subdue Lin Yang, and at that moment, it would be the perfect time to strike back and kill him.
She let him take the lead, fierce and wild in his assault, wearing down his strength and stamina, biding her time for the counterattack.
“Hmph… men… no matter how strong you are, once you’re inside me, you’re in my domain. Five hundred rounds at most, and victory will be mine!”