Chapter 264: A Toothpick

“Alright.”

Teacher Meladomir smiled brilliantly, as if she didn’t care in the slightest about the massive difference in size between the two of them.

That revealed confidence, instead, made Muen hesitate:

“Teacher Meladomir, you... really won’t use battle aura or magic?”

“I won’t.”

“And you won’t use any weird skills either?”

“Naturally.”

“And you won’t suddenly pull out some badass artifact?”

“Of course not... if you’re coming, then come. Why are you yapping so much.” A hint of impatience glinted in Teacher Meladomir’s amber eyes.

“Wait, let me think again, think again...”

Muen lowered his head, as if he ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) were truly calculating what odds he had.

Then suddenly, he slammed a foot hard into the ground.

Several delicate flowers, along with the soil beneath them, were abruptly kicked up and scattered toward the completely unguarded Teacher Meladomir.

At that instant, every muscle in Muen’s body went taut.

Heat surged from his back—the alchemical core spun up—time dilation kicks in!

At the same time, Shadow Step!

With the double acceleration, Muen turned directly into a blur almost indistinguishable to the naked eye and lunged at Teacher Meladomir from the direction where the dirt obscured sight.

Clash of muscles?

Don’t make me laugh.

Who the hell knows what kind of muscle Barbie is hiding under that thousand-year-old loli skin of yours.

And with an age and power gap this ridiculous, even if I cheat a little, it shouldn’t be a problem!

Teacher Meladomir tilted her body just slightly, avoiding the dirt and flowers, while Muen used the chance to close in directly!

He clenched his fist, poured in battle aura, and slammed it toward Teacher Meladomir.

Thunder rumbled inside that fist!

Eat my Gossamer Loli Fist!

With not a shred of pity for the delicate, Muen threw this all-out punch, packed with everything he’d learned in his life, the gust it raised rolling the sea of flowers as it crashed toward Teacher Meladomir.

Boom!

Shockwaves rippled!

Under Muen’s fist, the small, petite white-haired loli before him seemed, in that moment, just like the tender flowers around them, about to snap from the stem at any time.

Only then did Teacher Meladomir lazily lift her eyes. In her crimson pupils, Muen’s suddenly appearing figure was reflected.

Still half-smiling.

Still calm.

Muen’s heart lurched. In that split second of lightning and flint, he saw Teacher Meladomir gently lift her hand.

Extend a slender finger.

Crook it.

In that instant—

Boom!

Another explosive crash like thunder splitting the sky.

But compared to Muen’s thunderclap, that sound was a world-sweeping storm versus the buzz of a mosquito’s wings!

The shockwave on his fist was swallowed in an instant.

A vast, overwhelming force surged in, like a world-ending divine punishment falling from the heavens.

Darkness swam before Muen’s eyes.

It was as if countless giant hammers smashed into his chest all at once; his blood and qi roiled, the battle aura he’d spun up was shattered on the spot, and he was blown away, out of control.

An endless, piercing ringing flooded his ears; a spray of gold stars flashed before his eyes; sweetness flooded his throat, and blood seeped uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth and from his nostrils.

Teacher Meladomir had merely moved a finger, and Muen nearly lost all five senses!

“Fuck!”

He didn’t know how long it took before Muen managed to calm the surging of his blood and qi.

But just as he tried to get up, his body suddenly sank.

A petite body suddenly pressed down on him.

Muen turned his head with difficulty.

He saw Teacher Meladomir sitting on top of him. The loli little perky butt under her nightdress wrapped him in an unbelievably soft sensation. Her thighs crossed; two smooth, pale, bare little feet swung and swung, bringing to mind white steamed buns just out of the basket.

“That’s it?”

Teacher Meladomir looked at Muen with teasing eyes. “You can’t even take one of my fingers. You’re no good, silly disciple.”

“N–nonsense...”

Muen’s old face flushed red, but he still stiffened his neck and said:

“Who’s no good—obviously you cheated!”

“I didn’t cheat.”

“You used battle aura!”

“I didn’t.”

“Then just now...”

“Just now was purely physical strength.”

As she spoke, Teacher Meladomir crook-curled her finger again.

This time there was no doomsday-like thundercrash—only a faint hum.

But the air around her finger still rippled with a visible distortion, something Muen could barely force out at full power.

And with the motion so clear and slow, Muen confirmed...

She really hadn’t used the slightest bit of battle aura.

“Th... this is?” Muen’s eyes went glassy. He seemed to realize something, his teeth chattering as he said:

“Forgive my boldness, but your... your body, could it also be very strong?”

“Of course.”

The corner of Teacher Meladomir’s lips hooked up. “You didn’t think I slept through these thousand years, did you? Though I only train when I’m bored to kill time, right now...”

Teacher Meladomir lightly made a fist and waggled it, harmless as a kitten, in front of Muen. “Killing a perfectly ordinary Crowned with my fists should still be doable.”

“...”

So you really are a muscle Barbie in loli skin, huh?

“But... but you still cheated!”

Muen shouted, still unwilling to concede: “You just now used a weird move!”

“I didn’t.”

“Nonsense. If you didn’t, then no matter how strong your body is, how could you just crook a finger and—”

Muen’s words were suddenly cut off.

Because a little foot swung over. The five cute toes splayed; the big toe, round and bun-like, jabbed hard into Muen’s cheek and traced little circles again and again.

“Kid, your whole body’s pretty soft, but your mouth is pretty hard.”

“Mmmmmm...”

With a white, tender, fragrant loli foot trampling his face, Muen showed an expression of utter humiliation.

Damn it, too damn much!

If I could beat you, I would’ve long since...

But since I can’t beat you, getting ravaged hard is just how it is, hehe...

“That move just now wasn’t some weird technique. Don’t you think it looked familiar?” Teacher Meladomir continued.

“Familiar?”

Muen froze.

Then he thought carefully.

As the details from just now spread out one by one in his mind,

Muen’s eyes couldn’t help but open wider, little by little.

“That move just now... was Thunderclap?”

Mine—Thunderclap?

“That’s right. It was indeed that move you used. I spent zero-point-zero-one seconds to learn it, then another zero-point-zero-one seconds to improve it, that’s all.”

Damn, what is this, the ultimate golden collector’s-edition Sharingan?

Learn it with one look and conveniently improve it too—this is way too ridiculous.

“This is the benefit of experience. Whatever martial art or magic, once I see it once, I can basically tell how it runs, and on that basis, make a certain degree of improvement afterward.

As for the power after improvement...”

Teacher Meladomir flashed a loli’s smug grin and said:

“In my hands, even if I used magic, the power would be about a hundred times yours.”

But your age is probably about a hundred times mine too.

Muen grumbled inwardly.

“...”

The smile at the corner of Teacher Meladomir’s lips vanished at once. She lowered her head to look at Muen and suddenly said:

“Speaking of which, strictly speaking, after you became my disciple, I still haven’t truly taught you anything.”

“What...”

Muen blinked.

“I ought to fulfill a bit of a teacher’s duty, shouldn’t I?”

Teacher Meladomir drifted lightly to her feet and said:

“Or is it that you can’t get up anymore?”

“Who can’t get up!”

Muen’s eyes lit up. He kip-upped to his feet and, in one motion, drew Elizabeth, barking with ferocity:

“I’m still hard.”

“Very good.”

Meladomir nodded in satisfaction, then looked left and right. From the plate of fruit by the hot spring pool—what she’d been eating—she pinched up a single toothpick.

“Since we’re going to use weapons for instruction, I’ll use this to practice with you.”

“...”

Looking at the toothpick, Muen’s mouth twitched. He glanced down at himself by reflex, then let out a sigh of relief and said:

“Teacher Meladomir, that innuendo is way too forced.”

“What innuendo?”

“Ahem, I’m talking nonsense. Please don’t mind me.”

Teacher Meladomir gave Muen a strange look, then her eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and the familiar brilliant smile returned to her face.

“Right, before that, I need to ask you a question in advance.”

“What?”

“That ‘Gossamer Loli Fist’ you were thinking just now, and that ‘muscle Barbie,’ and that ‘age a hundred times’—what exactly do those mean?”

“...”

Muen’s body went rigid.

Shit.

I forgot this old loli reads minds and holds grudges!

But it was already too late.

Teacher Meladomir twirled the toothpick.

In that instant, the sky flashed bright.

It was as if endless thunder twined itself around that tiny toothpick—and crashed down.