Chapter 705 – The Immortal Jump (5)
The Red Dress Dance Mistress struggled to her feet, coughing laboriously a couple of times, and with a flip of her dagger, launched a direct attack at Jiang Pengji’s face.
If her previous kick had landed on an ordinary person, their ribcage would have been shattered to pieces.
Yet here she was, with only a patch of dark bruising on her left chest and a slight trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth—her breath a bit ragged, but otherwise unharmed.
Look at her, her offensive didn’t weaken even a bit; she fought even fiercer.
Jiang Pengji couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. With all the glaring weaknesses visible on her, did this loser really think she could assassinate her?
Who gave her the courage?
Jiang Pengji narrowed her eyes, moving faster than the blink of an eye, she struck the woman’s wrist and snatched her dagger away.
The Red Dress Dance Mistress refused to back down, using her other hand like a claw aimed at Jiang Pengji’s throat.
Jiang Pengji frowned, dodging just in time, but her clothes couldn’t escape, with her wide sleeves getting snagged and ripped apart.
It was then that the Audience in the live stream noticed that the Red Dress Dance Mistress’s fingernails were bizarrely elongated, about three inches long, silver-white and razor sharp at the tips. It was no wonder Jiang Pengji’s sleeves were ripped! If she got a hold of her neck or slashed her cheek…
The Audience trembled in fear for Jiang Pengji’s safety.
【Fluffy Sheep】: Oh my gosh, aren’t we in an ancient world? Why are there martial arts fantasy elements?
【Quiet Huang Shao Tian】: Is she practicing the Nine Yin Bone Claw? Will she turn into a claw machine and pop Jiang Pengji’s head open? Watch out, streamer!
The Audience was both tense and worried, while Jiang Pengji, the one in the thick of it all, remained calm. Glancing at those nails, she felt a wave of mockery rise within her.
Hmm, those nails are indeed quite eerie.
Unwilling to back down, the Red Dress Dance Mistress came at her again.
Her scarlet attire swirled with her movements, captivating onlookers despite the lethal intent behind each strike.
Is it martial arts or a dance?
Jiang Pengji thought, neither martial nor dance—just utter trash!
As the Red Dress Dance Mistress struck faster and faster, Jiang Pengji effortlessly dodged each attack, growing more frustrated with every passing moment.
Gradually, the once beautiful features of the Red Dress Dance Mistress contorted into a snarl.
“Bitch, die!”
Jiang Pengji laughed in response, “With you? You’re not even in the running.”
Inside the room was a disaster, the commotion had attracted attention from outside, but nobody paid it much mind, assuming an intense battle was raging within.
Even Yang Si, who had just undressed and prepared for bed, was disturbed. He draped a robe around himself, stepping out to eavesdrop, his heart sinking upon hearing the Audience’s chatter.
Little did they know, he was in on the secret. His lord—a woman? How could she possibly engage in… that kind of entanglement with the Red Dress Dance Mistress?
Let alone create such a disturbance.
“Not good!”
A terrifying thought crossed Yang Si’s mind as he quickly grabbed his sword and rushed towards the tent.
Just as he was about to enter, Jiang Pengji’s scolding voice came from inside.
“Get out, don’t get in the way!”
Yang Si halted, his hand freezing mid-air, the atmosphere suddenly a bit… awkward.
Almost simultaneously, screams of terror erupted from the Red Dress Dance Mistress’s tent, waking the soldier around them.
“What’s happening? Why all the ruckus? Are you all itching for a beating?”
The stewardess responsible for managing the dancers arrived, noticing the pale faces around her. Suspicion crept into her mind as she pushed through the frightened crowd, only to be struck by an icy shiver. Despite the glowing coals burning in the tent, she felt like she had fallen into an icy pit.
Inside, there lay a stunning beauty—the dancer’s clothing stripped away, hair disheveled, entirely bare, with her face a bloody mess, unmistakably having had her entire face skinned off by a blade!
“This… this is Chun Er?” A trembling voice emerged from the crowd. “Chun Er has a red mole on her side…”
They looked at the corpse’s abdomen, and sure enough, a dark, discolored mole was present in the same spot.
“Oh no!”
The stewardess snapped back to reality, her legs turning to jelly.
Chun Er was the most talented and beautiful dancer of them all, undoubtedly the choice for lead performances, the pillar of the stage.
If this was indeed Chun Er, then who was the dazzling performer at tonight’s banquet?
Everyone quickly made the connection, petrified and collapsing on the ground.
Didn’t that mean the partner they danced with tonight wasn’t alive at all, but Chun Er’s spirit?
“Fools, someone took Chun Er’s identity!”
The stewardess yelled in frustration as she scrambled towards the main tent, hoping it wasn’t too late.
“Lord, I have urgent business to report, it’s a disaster!”
Even a military camp’s sanctity couldn’t contain her panic; if she took too long, her fate would be even worse.
“Who’s making noise outside?”
Inside, Xu Pei was discussing matters with a few close confidants, having finally grasped some leads when the ruckus outside interrupted.
“Reporting to the lord, the person outside is the stewardess managing the dancers.”
Xu Pei’s face darkened, and the other subordinates wore even worse expressions.
These confidants had never approved of Xu Pei bringing dancers along, but since they were there to win over potential allies, they had turned a blind eye. Now that such a scandal had erupted, how dare a lowly stewardess cause a commotion within their military camp!
She must be bored and looking for trouble!
Worried about being lectured by his confidants, Xu Pei could only muster the courage to ask, “Bring her in. What kind of ruckus is this?”
The stewardess was dragged in by the soldiers, and as soon as she stepped into the tent, she fell to her knees with a thud, her pale lips trembling uncontrollably.
“L-lord, the lead dancer Chun Er has had her face skinned and is d-dead— the one who performed earlier is an imposter!”
Upon hearing this, Xu Pei’s first reaction was to think that Liu Xi had become so cruelly ruthless as to kill someone and skin her face.
After a second thought, a chill washed over him.
His other confidants were equally terrified, realizing Liu Xi was in danger!
“Lord, hurry and save her!”
The Strategist, with a strong heart, calmed himself and reacted quickly.
Xu Pei wasted no time, immediately grabbing his sword and heading to Jiang Pengji’s tent.
In just a few breaths, the two had exchanged nearly a hundred blows, Jiang Pengji casually testing the waters and confirming her suspicions.
The intel had all been collected; this person was no longer fit to keep alive.
She rolled to evade the incoming wind from the other’s palm, picking up the dagger she had previously dropped. The tables turned in an instant.
“I admit, your martial skills are decent, but an outsider remains an outsider. Without diligent practice and a smidgen of real combat experience, even having unparalleled skills makes you just a waste. Want to kill me? Try a hundred years of training first!”
Jiang Pengji‘s left hand transformed into a blade, aiming straight for the woman’s throat with such speed that not even an afterimage was visible. The Red Dress Dance Mistress only felt a breach in her vision, followed by a sickening crack as her throat shattered. The dagger that should have pierced Jiang Pengji was now embedded in her heart. “You have the System by your side, you won’t die. Come back and send your head next time.”
Before her consciousness faded, she heard Jiang Pengji whispering in her ear.
A devil! She was definitely a devil!
