Chapter Three: The First Battle! (Please recommend and add to your favorites)

"You saw everything?" The beautiful woman's teeth clenched, her eyes harboring a murderous glint.

"As long as it was exposed, I naturally saw it all," Shi Yan nodded. The facts were plain as day; denying them would change nothing, so he preferred to admit it openly.

"Did you enjoy the view?"

"Your snow-white skin, full and proud curves, truly a sight to behold," Shi Yan replied with utmost seriousness, his gaze open and unwavering, without a trace of guilt.

"Do you want to see it again?" Mo Yanyu's delicate body trembled, nearly exploding with rage. She had encountered shameless men before, but never one so brazen in their shamelessness and honesty.

"If you're willing to take off your pants and don't mind me looking, I'd be delighted to study it more carefully," Shi Yan laughed breezily.

Obviously, Shi Yan was not a sanctimonious hypocrite. Before coming to this world, after every extreme sport, he would seek out a beautiful woman to relax with. Extreme sports were his greatest passion, and women an indispensable spice in his life.

Mo Yanyu nearly leapt into a rage.

What kind of person was this? This wretch, gaunt as a ghost, appeared from who knows where, and every word out of his mouth was shameless to the extreme—yet he wore an expression of complete candor. If shamelessness were an art, this man must have mastered it.

Taking several deep breaths, Mo Yanyu suppressed her urge to tear Shi Yan apart, her ample chest heaving violently. Driven to her wits’ end, she managed a cold smile, "Good! Very good! Excellent!"

Shi Yan, hearing this, was amused and smiled ambiguously, "So you really don't mind. Alright, go ahead and take them off, I'll watch closely. I didn't get a good look before, but this time I'll be sure to appreciate it fully."

Mo Yanyu was briefly stunned, not catching his meaning at first. As she realized his intent, whatever patience she had left evaporated. She cursed furiously, "To hell with you!"

No sooner had the words left her lips, Mo Yanyu's hands crossed, jade fingers shimmering with blue light. With a sharp motion, a crescent arc of azure energy, crackling like entwined lightning, shot swiftly toward Shi Yan.

"Azure Crescent Slash!"

The crescent-shaped energy swept forward, shattering all the undergrowth and banana leaves between them. With unstoppable force, it slashed at Shi Yan's chest like lightning.

With a heavy thud, Shi Yan was sent flying, his skeletal body tumbling into a cluster of banana leaves.

His chest felt as if sliced by a blade, burning with pain. The narrow wound was so deep the bone was visible, blood streaming freely. That single stroke nearly claimed his life.

After the "Azure Crescent Slash," all obstacles between them had been swept away, leaving a clear path laced with the scent of scorched foliage.

Mo Yanyu approached with a frosty expression.

Shi Yan's demeanor grew increasingly cold. The pain in his chest made it clear she was serious—this was no joke. That blow jolted him awake.

In his former world, if something like this happened, the woman might curse him as a scoundrel, and the worst outcome would be a lawsuit; never would it come to life and death.

He had only just arrived here and was not yet accustomed to this world, where human life was as cheap as grass.

Especially within this shadowy forest, which lay between nations and was beyond any country’s control. With monsters roaming wild and rare medicinal herbs hidden deep within, powerful warriors used it as a training ground, while mercenaries and caravans saw it as a natural treasure trove.

Here, the strong were bound by no rules, and murder for loot was common. Even companions who set out together would stab each other in the back if the stakes were high. It was a madman’s land!

In this place, the powerful could do as they pleased; the weak didn't even have the right to complain.

It was precisely for this reason that Shi Yan had let down his guard—he never expected the other party would try to kill him over such a trivial matter.

Suddenly, Shi Yan snapped to attention!

That faint trace of essence within him had, at some point, gathered at his chest wound, quietly nourishing it. Wherever the essence passed, the fiery pain subsided significantly.

The sound of footsteps squishing through the damp earth reached his ears.

Springing to his feet, Shi Yan looked coolly at the approaching Mo Yanyu and asked, "You really intend to kill me?"

"Still alive?" Mo Yanyu arched a delicate eyebrow, stopping twenty-five meters away. She examined him with mild surprise, "Essence flowing within your body... So, you’re a low-level martial artist. I must have held back too much just now..."

Shi Yan's face darkened. He wasted no more words and focused his attention, knowing she would strike again.

His mind sharpened to a razor’s edge. Facing life and death, Shi Yan composed himself, swiftly regaining the calm he felt during extreme challenges.

He no longer noticed the pain, only the faint essence surging rapidly through his veins, faster and faster. Suddenly, a wild, violent urge arose within him. His mind thundered, and the world seemed to fall eerily silent.

He could hear his heartbeat, loud and clear. As it quickened, every cell in his body seemed to awaken with strange vitality. His pores became acutely sensitive to his surroundings—he could even feel the minuscule tremor of his body hair in the breeze.

Strands of bizarre energy seeped from all seven hundred and twenty acupoints, flooding his bones and muscles. Countless currents of electricity raced through him.

After a sharp pain in his eyes, the world appeared vividly colored. Fifty meters away, he could see the intricate veins of a banana leaf. Looking at the beautiful but ruthless woman before him, he could sense the threads of essence flowing through her snow-white arms, moving according to a specific rhythm.

The world hadn't changed, but his perception of it had transformed utterly.

He barely had time to marvel at this miraculous sensation before noticing the essence in the woman’s arms suddenly doubled in speed.

Shi Yan’s hair stood on end!

Without thinking, he instinctively pushed off with his left foot, a surge of power shooting from his sole as he darted three meters to the right.

Another crescent of blue energy sliced past him by a hair’s breadth!

With overwhelming force, the azure light swept away every obstacle within two meters to his left and fifty meters behind—an even deadlier, more refined attack than before.

Cold sweat trickled down his back, but excitement surged within him.

He realized that this life-or-death battle, which could be decided in less than a second, was more exhilarating than anything he had ever known—it was a new kind of extreme sport.

In his old world, he could try any extreme sport, but law, morality, and reason were a massive cage restraining him. He could never act without restraint, never give in to total abandon, never trample the boundaries of law and ethics.

But here, in a world where might made right, there truly were no limits.

He suddenly felt this was just the place for him—perhaps even his paradise.

Mo Yanyu couldn't help but gasp in surprise. She hadn’t expected Shi Yan to dodge. She was so certain her attack would shatter him that she hadn't prepared a follow-up.

Her exclamation snapped Shi Yan out of his wild excitement and back to reality.

Without hesitation, he sprang up like a monkey, grabbing a hanging vine from an ancient tree and swinging forward. Letting go, he soared through the air, catching another vine with lightning speed. Using this technique, he quickly closed the distance to Mo Yanyu.

In rock climbing, vines were often essential. For an extreme sports enthusiast like Shi Yan, swinging from vine to vine was child’s play.

Like a wild monkey, he swung deftly through the vines, his movements unpredictable but always drawing closer to Mo Yanyu.

She snorted coldly, sending crescent-shaped "Azure Slashes" flying into the air, slicing the vines around Shi Yan like falling serpents. Yet each time, Shi Yan dodged just in time, moving to another vine before her attacks could land.

While moving, Shi Yan’s mind was as clear as a polished mirror. He could sense the surging energy in Mo Yanyu's arms, allowing him to anticipate and evade her attacks at the critical moment.

He gradually realized that the blood pool had changed him. This once frail body, now under extreme exertion, did not slow him down but instead made his senses sharper, his mind clearer, and his strength and flexibility even greater than the body he’d honed for over a decade.

With a ripping sound, another "Azure Crescent Slash" cut through dozens of vines behind him. After this outburst, Mo Yanyu’s gathered essence stalled for an instant.

Now was the moment!

Shi Yan dove from above like a swooping eagle, crashing into Mo Yanyu before she could gather her energy again.

With a heavy thud, Mo Yanyu fell flat on her back.

Shi Yan landed atop her, arms and legs clinging tightly like an octopus. Her curvaceous body was pinned beneath him, her proud, mountain-like chest flattened against his still-bleeding torso.

Shi Yan was engulfed in her fragrance, his whole body suffused with an unspeakable comfort. He silently praised her—she was the real thing, unlike the women in his old world, whose full bosoms were often just thick padding, disappointingly flat once undressed.

"Let me go." Mo Yanyu’s face was full of disgust, but she did not struggle violently. Her tone was hard as steel: "If you want to die quickly, release me now!"

"Wretch," Shi Yan sneered, "You nearly killed me. Did you think I'd let you go so easily?"

Mo Yanyu’s expression changed. Before she could react, she felt his lips pressed hard against her once-untouched cheek, and his hands, growing ever more daring, found their way to her shapely hips and began to knead them roughly.

Furious beyond words, Mo Yanyu’s inner martial soul erupted with terrifying power.

Just as Shi Yan was reveling in his triumph, he felt a surge of electric force from her body. Instantly, he was paralyzed, his strength drained, limbs weak and powerless.

Mo Yanyu shoved him off, her gaze freezing cold as she stared at the prostrate Shi Yan for a long moment before gritting out, "Don’t think you’ll die so easily!"

She hoisted Shi Yan, limp as a rag doll, and strode away through the underbrush toward the distant sounds of human voices.