I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2315 - 1471: Wei Hong, What Are You Trying to Do?!

He possessed a sense of self-awareness, his premonition proving to be accurate.

To his considerable surprise, the individual before him no longer maintained their impassive expression, instead, their lips curved upward in a peculiar smile.

"You've arrived at an opportune moment."

Jiang Chen felt anything but at ease; a profound sense of tension pervaded his entire being, and the alarms in his mind blared urgently. His instinct screamed for him to retreat immediately, but alas, it was already too late.

"Wham—"

The very instant his arm instinctively shot up to parry the whipping leg, a single thought struck Jiang Chen: his opponent wasn't as tall as Tanki Liuli, so how could their leg swing so high?

A relentless force followed swiftly. While Jiang Chen managed to block the seemingly delicate leg, he could not withstand the sheer terror contained within the blow. "Thump thump thump..." He stumbled sideways uncontrollably, his steps erratic on the ground. Just as he struggled for breath, the opponent's elbow lunged forward, aimed directly at his chest.

This was an attempt to kill!

If struck, he might be rendered unconscious once more, and there was no guarantee he would ever wake up.

"Wei Hong, what in the blazes are you doing?!"

Jiang Chen yelled with all his might, a desperate plea to restore the opponent's reason. However, unbeknownst to him, addressing Pei Zhi by her actual name, something not done in ages, caused her eyes to narrow and her crimson lips to stretch into an even more breathtaking arc.

Then, it happened.

"Snap!"

Jiang Chen's eyes widened as he forcefully retreated once more, nearly losing his balance. He frantically shook his arm, which had collided with his opponent's, enduring the searing pain as sweat began to bead and trickle down his forehead.

"Not bad. Your abilities have improved."

When one reaches a certain pinnacle, all things naturally bend to their will.

At this precise moment, Lan Peizhi's flowing tresses danced in the wind, giving her the appearance of both an ethereal immortal and a terrifying demon.

"Hold back!"

Jiang Chen shouted, his arm feeling unnaturally numb. Yet, as the saying goes, "He who walks by the river will inevitably get his shoes wet." Similarly, choosing to associate with a powerful figure could be likened to walking alongside a tiger. Not only did he fail to regain his composure, but he also continued his reckless provocation, almost as a ingrained habit—wasn't this a surefire path to self-destruction?

If mere words like "Calm down" possessed the power to induce serenity, then conflict would cease to exist in the world.

Lan Peizhi advanced once more, her countenance so exquisitely beautiful that it instilled a profound terror in his heart.

"Wei Hong! If you don't cease this, do not blame me for showing no mercy!"

Jiang Chen was acutely aware of the path that led to seeking one's own demise; his loud exclamations only served to broaden the smile on her face even further.

To be entirely candid.

They had known each other for a considerable duration.

He had never once witnessed her laugh with such unadulterated joy.

However, in this dire situation, there was simply no time for admiration. Observing Blood Guanyin seemingly float before him, the daring Boss Jiang surprisingly opted not to evade. He swiftly leaned back and to the side, his five fingers curling into a claw-like shape, a move likely born of pure reflex, defiantly slashing towards her chest.

Lan Peizhi's relentless assault faltered, and she abruptly pulled back.

He had actually forced Lan Peizhi to retreat?!

Should word of this incredible feat ever spread, this single accomplishment alone might propel someone to significant renown within the martial world!

"Shameless."

The captivating smile vanished, replaced by an aura of chilling, bone-deep coldness.

Glory was, by its very nature, fleeting; where there is oppression, there will invariably be resistance, and where there is resistance, there will emerge even more brutal oppression.

Blood Guanyin was successfully unleashed into an alternate, more formidable state.

Unable to articulate the reason behind his unintentional action, after employing dishonorable tactics to compel her retreat, Jiang Chen did not press his advantage. He maintained absolute clarity and a level head, decisive in his immediate withdrawal. But considering he had scaled a wall to gain entry, where exactly could he possibly flee?

"Help! Help! Help!..."

The tranquil night was violently rent asunder by his desperate cries.

As for Boss Jiang's ornate and embellished fists, they might suffice against ordinary individuals, but how could they possibly contend with a prodigy of such extraordinary caliber?

Fully cognizant of his own limitations, he displayed a moment of manliness before resorting to flight, sprinting around the courtyard with his head lowered, creating the illusion that his leg was perfectly fine after all.

He ran; she pursued; he was cornered.

A Lan Peizhi who was no longer inclined to indulge him exhibited the dazzling prowess befitting Blood Guanyin, transforming her adversary into her personal plaything, a mere punching bag.

"Bang!"

After being launched through the air once more by a powerful kick, someone resigned himself to his fate upon landing, clutching his head and curling into a ball on the ground: "Don't hit my face!"

Where had his dignity vanished?

Where was the respect he commanded?

After all, he was a titan who swayed the international stage with his influence.

However, it seemed that men did not need to concern themselves unduly with dignity when facing women, particularly when no third party was present to bear witness.

In reality, Jiang Chen's actions were quite astute; by conceding and begging for mercy, he significantly diminished the opponent's will to fight.

Witnessing this scoundrel begin to "throw a childish fit and writhe around," Lan Peizhi appeared rather exasperated, her voice losing its previous placidity.

"Get up!"

Get up?

Should he get up only to be beaten again?

"Bullying the weak is not the act of a hero!"

The words were spoken with a sense of righteousness, yet his grip on his head showed no signs of loosening.

At this precise moment, if Lan Peizhi had taken a close-up photo, it would surely have served as a lifelong piece of evidence against him. However, Lan Peizhi evidently did not even consider employing such underhanded tactics.

"I'll fight you with just one hand."

She stood beside him, offering her 'kind' advice.

One hand.

They certainly held a high opinion of him.

Jiang Chen, whose entire body ached as if every muscle had been forcefully kneaded, found it impossible to go to school.

"Didn't you promise not to resort to your fists again? Just because you possess martial arts skills, do you believe you can shamelessly vent your frustrations with violence? Following your logic, does this mean the strong are permitted to humiliate the weak without consequence?"

Each sentence was delivered with resounding power.

It would have been more fitting if he had delivered this speech while standing.

Lan Peizhi remained in silence for a moment before adjusting his breathing.

"Get up."

His tone was somewhat more steady this time.

"I'm not getting up."

He refused to lower his defenses.

"Get up, I promise I won't hit you!"

Only then did Jiang Chen slightly loosen the arms protecting his head and look at Blood Guanyin, who was peering down at him with evident suspicion.

"Really?"

Lan Peizhi was uncertain of his current emotions.

"If you prefer to remain there, then continue lying down."

Seeing that the other party was about to depart, someone finally set aside his doubts, rapidly got to his feet from the ground, and brushed off his clothes and pants, though the dust proved stubborn.

"Is my face alright?"

"..."

Lan Peizhi turned his head, fixed his gaze on him for a period, and asked, "Do you even still possess any face to speak of?"

Jiang Chen, covered in dust, showed no signs of shame, responding, "You are Lan Peizhi; losing to you is an honorable defeat."

Indeed, defeat was not something to be inherently ashamed of.

But throwing a tantrum like that, what was the point?

"If you wish to salvage your dignity, you had best leave immediately."

Lan Peizhi appeared concerned about losing his temper.

"You expect me to go out and face others looking like this? I'll wait until later when there are fewer people around."

He was still concerned about his appearance.

"I shall teach you a method."

"What method?"

"Take a piece of cloth, cover your face, and nobody will recognize you."

"..."

Jiang Chen let out a chuckle but offered no reply.

What a character.

To be able to laugh under such circumstances.

Not only could he laugh, but with a pained expression, he openly inquired, "Do you happen to have any Red Flower Oil? Could I borrow some?"

"No."

"Lard would suffice."

He explained, "It's a folk remedy; lard works just as well."

Lan Peizhi simply stared at him, speechless.

Jiang Chen knitted his brows.

"Wei Hong, you've struck me and vented your anger, what else do you desire? Do not push your luck."

Truly audacious.

Undeniably the foremost Batulu of the current era in Shen Zhou!

Lan Peizhi's breathing grew rapid and heavy once more.

"Say that again."

"Wei Hong, what is it you want now?"

Jiang Chen spoke with unwavering conviction, his gaze resolute.

"Smack!"

A fist impacted directly towards his face, blunt and uncomplicated, devoid of any finesse. Its proximity made evasion impossible. He could only brace himself with his nose.

And then.

Pain.

It was an agony beyond measure.

As is commonly known, the nose is among the body's most delicate areas, densely populated with nerve endings. His vision instantly blurred as he tumbled backward, landing flat on the ground.

Remaining conscious, he lifted a hand to wipe his nose, then brought it before his eyes. In the moonlight, he saw his fingers were stained a bright red.

Instantly.

With his vision obscured by tears, lying on the ground, he observed the face looking down at him, reveling in his misfortune.

Bathed in the moonlight and stained with crimson blood, she presented a beauty of a third, unique kind.

Unable to suppress his watery eyes, Jiang Chen murmured to himself.

"Wei Hong, you are truly ruthless."