bdsm-fiction Chapter 41: Promotion Tournament Approaching
Chapter 41: Promotion Tournament Approaching
"Aren't you scared?" Yu Chen suddenly asked, his voice hoarse.
"What are you afraid of?" Gu Yue paused.
"Are you afraid of me?" Yu Chen looked directly into her eyes. "The doctor is right. My condition is very unstable right now. I feel like there's a wild beast locked inside me, ready to go out of control at any moment. What if... I hurt you?"
When Yu Chen said these words, he naturally did not forget Gu Yue's true identity - the Silver Dragon King. However, true feelings cannot be retained, only tricks can win people's hearts. Today, Yu Chen also wants to win some favor.
Upon hearing this, Gu Yue not only did not back down, but instead chuckled softly. She put down the fruit plate, took out a plain handkerchief from her pocket, and gently wiped away non-existent stains from the corners of Yu Chen's mouth, her movements as gentle as if she were handling a rare treasure.
"Would you hurt me?" Gu Yue asked back, her eyes clear and unfathomable.
Yu Chen was stunned, then shook his head: "Of course not."
"That settles it then." Gu Yue put away her handkerchief and picked up her fork again. "I trust you. Besides... I'm not someone you can easily bully. If we really fight, it's hard to say who will win or lose."
She offered him another piece of apple, and this time Yu Chen didn't refuse, obediently opening his mouth to eat it.
"There's a familiar scent in your body." Gu Yue's voice suddenly lowered, carrying a sense of intimacy that only the two of them could hear. She leaned forward slightly, her black hair inadvertently falling onto Yu Chen's chest, bringing a cool touch.
"That ancient, domineering, yet tinged with a touch of sorrow, dragon's might."
Holy crap! What's going on? Why is she suddenly saying all this? Is she testing me or warning me?
"Thump thump thump." Yu Chen's heart started racing. Just as Yu Chen was thinking about how to deal with it, Gu Yue did not wait for his answer. Instead, she chuckled to herself. The chuckle was as clear as a wind chime, but it also carried a sense of desolation.
"However, right now you're like a cat with its fur standing on end; you have sharp claws but don't know how to control them."
Gu Yue extended a finger and gently touched Yu Chen's brow. The cool touch traveled straight to his brain. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. On the contrary..."
Her fingers slowly slid down, tracing the bridge of Yu Chen's nose, and finally stopping at his lips. She pressed her fingertips firmly against his lips, which were dry and chapped from dehydration.
"I'm even a little looking forward to the day when you can truly master that power, shed this immature exterior, and show your true fangs."
Gu Yue's gaze deepened, as if piercing through Yu Chen's body and seeing the slumbering beast deep within his soul.
"At that time, perhaps you will truly understand me, and truly... possess me."
After Gu Yue's actions and words, Yu Chen's heart started pounding uncontrollably. At that moment, Yu Chen had only one thought in his mind—she's so good at this!
She stood up, straightened her black cardigan, looked down at the bewildered Yu Chen, and a victorious smile curled at the corner of her lips:
"Alright, you've had your chicken soup and your apple. Your most important task now is to sleep and get your body back in shape."
"As for the rest..." Gu Yue walked to the door, turned back with a smile, her pleated skirt swaying gently with her movements, her black-stockinged legs drawing a graceful arc in the setting sun.
"We'll settle the score after you're discharged from the hospital. After all, you just 'molested' me."
After saying that, she didn't give Yu Chen any chance to refute or ask further questions. She opened the door and walked out, leaving only a light, fleeting sentence that drifted on the wind:
Goodnight, my... little kitty.
The door to the ward closed gently, cutting off the view.
.........
As the days passed, after three days in the medical ward, Yu Chen had finally recovered almost completely.
For the next period of time, Yu Chen's days were very regular.
During the day, Yu Chen receives training from Wu Changkong in the morning, studies some theory in the afternoon, and receives special training in the evening, teaming up with Gu Yue and two others to fight against Wu Changkong.
On weekends, Yu Chen and Tang Wulin would go to the Forging Masters Association to forge metal, gaining experience while earning a certain amount of Federal Coins. It is worth mentioning that, due to Mu Chen, except for specific needs, the ownership of the metals that Yu Chen and Tang Wulin forged would fall into their hands after they only paid the cost price. This was another huge benefit for the two of them, allowing them to earn a considerable amount of Federal Coins.
In this kind of hard training day after day, two and a half months passed by in the blink of an eye.
Over the past three months, under Wu Changkong's soul pressure, Yu Chen has successfully broken through and become a Great Soul Master.
Yu Chen's strength has improved further, and he has become more adept at forging. With the help of the notes given to him by Mu Chen, and by learning from Mu Chen every Sunday, Yu Chen's forging skills have improved again. His success rate in forging second-grade thousand-forging has increased further, and he is getting closer and closer to completing first-grade thousand-forging and breaking through to the fourth level of forging master.
Tang Wulin, having obtained enough money to purchase spiritual items, successfully broke the first seal of the Golden Dragon King, greatly increasing his power and acquiring the skill Golden Dragon Claw.
Finally, there's the teamwork. After so many days of getting to know each other, their teamwork is no longer as fragmented as it was at the beginning. The four of them, including Yu Chen, are working together more and more smoothly, truly forming a small team.
After days of intensive training, the promotion tournament finally arrived.
"Ms. Wu, do you have any information about our opponents today?"
Xie Xie eagerly asked Wu Changkong.
Wu Changkong said coldly:
"It's just the first match of the promotion tournament, against Class 4. If you still need intelligence to defeat them, then what was the point of all the special training I gave you? This preliminary round is a complete crushing victory! Do you understand?"
"Yes," the four responded.
In the afternoon, the promotion tournament officially began.
To prepare for the competition, a ring has been set up in the center of the intermediate-level playground: the ground is covered with a 10-centimeter-thick metal plate with soul-guiding reinforcement runes engraved on the surface; soul-guiding shield generators are erected at the four corners to prevent soul skills from going out of control and affecting the surrounding area.
To avoid disrupting normal teaching, the competitions for lower grades will be scheduled after school.
As soon as the bell rang, students poured out of the teaching building, but few headed straight for the stands. For most upperclassmen, the freshman showdown was not interesting at all; only a few bored upperclassmen sat sparsely on the edge.
Of course, adhering to the principle of knowing yourself and your enemy, Class 3 of Grade 1, who has a match tomorrow, sat scattered in the empty stands, silently recording information about their opponents.
Wu Changkong led Class 5 of Grade 1 into the field, forming neat lines and waiting for the competition to begin. This was all thanks to Wu Changkong's discipline of Class 5 these past few days, which made them look brand new. After a while, Class 4 of Grade 1 entered the field in twos and threes.