I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 207. Clash 2
In the magnificent, shimmering sea, the azure waters flow like a painting of Van Gogh's starry night, creating a serene and somber atmosphere.

A dark, metallic capsule-shaped ship quietly entered the painting, sailing alone within it.

Inside the capsule, a woman and a man, almost embracing each other, stared at each other with their golden and black eyes, their breaths barely audible in the air.

Xia Feng's right wrist was pressed above his head by the woman. He looked up and stared at the witch's indifferent expression as she looked down at him. A proud smile slowly appeared on his lips: "So, Miss Mu, are you challenging me?"

"challenge?"

Mu Qingtong disliked this term; she never needed to challenge anyone. However, she was quite interested if Xia Feng were willing to challenge her.

"Of course, getting Mr. Xia to completely submit to me is indeed a considerable challenge."

"Heh~~" Xia Feng couldn't help but chuckle.

"What are you laughing at?" The woman in the black dress frowned slightly.

Xia Feng raised his other free hand and gently patted Mu Qingtong's cool face. "I just think that Miss Mu's inexplicably confident way of talking nonsense is quite cute."

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"!!!"

Mu Qingtong's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and then the raging flames that had been suppressed in her eyes for a long time suddenly rose up, like a lion king awakening.

It must be said that Mr. Xia really knows how to provoke her.

But that's okay, the more enthusiastically this fellow jumps, the more interesting the process of conquering it will be.

"Mr. Xia, I hope you can maintain this complacent attitude."

Mu Qingtong released Xia Feng's wrists, placed her hands on either side of Xia Feng's hair, and looked down at him calmly, "Tell me the rules. Do you want a simple physical confrontation, or do you want to add the use of the spirit armor?"

“We can use non-destructive spirit suits.” Xia Feng smiled. “If the capsule ship breaks down, we can just die here. Well, at least we’ll have company when we die.”

As for the magical artifact, both of them knew that Xia Feng could use the Gui Dao to temporarily resist Mu Qingtong's mental control, but once the Gui Dao activated its Misfortune Domain, it would be truly doomed.

Therefore, the two of them implicitly agreed that they could not use magical artifacts or contracted items.

"Alright, now let's blink at the same time to start."

As soon as Mu Qingtong finished speaking, Xia Feng's gaze froze.

As their eyes met, their eyelids suddenly fell down at the same time.

"Bam—"

Xia Feng straightened his back and flipped over first, but Mu Qingtong seemed to use some kind of clever trick. Her waist sank down, and as the skirt tore open in the flowing light, her round thighs tightened and firmly locked Xia Feng's legs.

At the same time, Xia Feng's right wrist was once again pinned to the top of his head, but Mu Qingtong's right wrist was also pinned to the top of her head by Xia Feng.

"To be honest, Miss Mu, such a confined space makes it impossible to maneuver properly." Xia Feng looked at the woman so close to him with a cold expression. "Such a battle would be meaningless."

Mu Qingtong's silver hair was disheveled beneath her right wrist, and her half-rimmed glasses, which dangled from her wrist, were fogged up with water droplets. Her cool and intellectual temperament was enhanced by a touch of languid beauty.

She frowned slightly, trying to break free of her bound wrists, only to find that Xia Feng's strength was extraordinary, clearly approaching the level of a fourth-tier spiritual master.

"What's the deal with your power?" She raised her beautiful eyes slightly, a look of doubt in them. This guy actually had a way to boost his power beyond his current level?
Xia Feng chuckled and raised an eyebrow: "What, Miss Mu, you don't think I've been slacking off all this time, do you?" This was indeed something she hadn't expected. Mu Qingtong shook her head, feeling helpless and somewhat ashamed at the same time. She realized that she had ultimately underestimated Mr. Xia.

She originally thought that with the help of the Destiny of Tyranny, she could quickly improve her physical strength and teach Xia Feng a lesson.

But unexpectedly, she was still too arrogant, and Mu Qingtong became wary.

But it doesn't matter. Since she can't overpower Mr. Xia in terms of physical strength, she'll find another way. She quickly devised a new plan in her mind.

Seeing Mu Qingtong's eyes flicker as if she were deep in thought, Xia Feng narrowed his dark pupils and seized the opportunity to thrust his waist forward again. Mu Qingtong's tense thighs were caught off guard and relaxed.

Taking advantage of the situation, Xia Feng flipped over and used his knee to push Mu Qingtong's knees back. At the same time, he broke free from her restraints and reached down to grab her dangling calves. Then, he suddenly pulled her long, slender legs up and hooked her fair calves next to her cool, aloof face—M.
"!!!" Mu Qingtong's face stiffened. Xia Feng, with his arms pressing down on her thighs, stared at her silently, a contemptuous sneer playing on his lips: "Miss Mu, being distracted during battle isn't a good habit—"

Before he could finish speaking, Mu Qingtong suddenly straightened her back, causing Xia Feng to float in the air. In an instant, her soft body, like flowing water, arched her slender neck and shoulders backward, rotating 180 degrees clockwise, like a mermaid swimming forward with her face towards the cabin wall.

Xia Feng landed after floating in the air, his face landing right on the white insteps of Mu Qingtong's two small feet together.

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The hot breath made Mu Qingtong's calves tighten. She spread her thighs apart and then quickly closed them, preparing to choke Xia Feng.

Xia Feng tilted his head back nimbly to avoid the attack and pulled his neck back, but at the same time, he sensed that there was nothing beneath him.

Like a soft kitten, Mu Qingtong darted down and squeezed behind him with a twist of her body. Xia Feng felt a chill run down his spine and tried to turn over, but it was too late. Mu Qingtong grabbed his ankles and pulled him up, forcibly pressing his thighs against his face—M.
Shila-

Xia Feng heard the sound of his underwear ripping.

The woman with disheveled silver hair looked down at him calmly. Xia Feng reacted quickly and tried to escape using Mu Qingtong's trick, but unfortunately, he felt a crushing force as soon as he straightened up.

Mu Qingtong used her abdominal strength to press him down firmly.

Xia Feng's dark eyes narrowed slightly. Just as he raised his hand to strike Mu Qingtong's numb neck, two pale golden tails silently shot out, quickly binding his wrists and locking them to the top of his head.

"pat-"

Half-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses fell off and landed on Xia Feng's sweaty face. Strands of silver hair fell and touched his thin lips. The woman in the black dress was breathing slightly unsteadily, her golden eyes staring quietly at the man beneath her.

"Huchihuchi~"

The only sound in the silence cabin was the slightly rapid, alternating breathing.

Staring intently at the woman's aloof face above him, Xia Feng felt a chill run down his spine, back, and scalp, his heart pounding with shame.

Damn it, what kind of pose is this?! Xia Feng felt like he was going to split open. He never expected that he would be in such a bizarre pose.

The two stared at each other in silence for a moment.

Xia Feng struggled to move the two thighs beside his face and the hands above his head, but found he couldn't move them at all. His expression faltered slightly, his eyes twitched, and after taking a deep breath, he maintained his calm and composed tone:
"Miss Mu, let's talk this out. Fighting is one thing, but there's no need for us to do something so shameful, right?"

"Oh?"

Mu Qingtong chuckled with interest, her hands firmly gripping the man's legs beneath her. Her golden eyes, seemingly curved like crescent moons, gazed down at him: "So, Mr. Xia, are you begging for mercy?"

(End of this chapter)