Chapter Sixty: Master of Fist
Soren was trapped.
In fact, he and the Eastern Dance Maiden had been stuck in the underground ruins for an entire day and night.
By the time they finally dug out a passageway back to the surface, both of them were somewhat exhausted, looking as if they had been rolling around in the dirt. Soren was slightly better off, as he was wearing tight clothing; shaking off the sand and dirt from his cloak was almost enough. However, the Eastern Dance Maiden wore a long dress, and when she crawled out, she was covered in grime, with only a pale patch of skin revealed when she occasionally wiped away sweat.
“Finally crawled out!”
As soon as the Eastern Dance Maiden reached the surface, she threw away the shovel and, in an unladylike manner, plopped down onto the sand, then jumped up as if electrocuted. At that moment, although the sky was darkening, the temperature in the desert remained high. There were no signs of laborers or other team members nearby; instead, there was a lot of litter left behind. The day’s sandstorm had been fierce, and whatever could be taken away had likely been removed, leaving only trash scattered over the ruins.
Soren brushed aside the sand and touched the burnt firewood, saying solemnly, “They probably didn’t leave for long! They should have packed up and left in the morning.”
The Eastern Dance Maiden approached and nodded gently, saying, “These guys!…”
“Forget it.”
Soren shook his head indifferently. He had seen much worse during his time in the Underdark; at least these people hadn’t stabbed them in the back. He looked up at the sky and slowly said, “Let’s rest here for the night. We’ll leave tomorrow.”
“You found what you wanted.”
“We’ll split up tomorrow! Since we plan to return to the Eastern Kingdom, we should leave early.”
“It won’t be long before this place becomes a place of conflict.”
Upon hearing this, the Eastern Dance Maiden nodded gently, her gaze falling upon Soren as she quietly watched him for a moment, and then a faint smile appeared on her lips. She softly said, “Thank you.”
Soren raised his hand, not saying much, just opening his mouth to say, “I’m going to find some water.”
“There should be an oasis nearby.”
Water.
Hearing Soren’s words, the Eastern Dance Maiden immediately felt uncomfortable all over and hurriedly followed him, whispering, “Is there an oasis nearby? I’ll go with you!”
There should be an oasis nearby.
Because an adventurer’s gathering place had once been established here. Supplies in the desert are very difficult to come by, and the areas near the underground ruins had all been explored before they found this oasis as a camp.
Soren followed the direction of his memory and soon saw a hint of green in the distance.
A small oasis.
It was probably only a little over a hundred meters, with various vegetation growing all around and some tall trees; in the center was a deep pool of water. It could be considered a miracle in the desert. In such a place with fierce winds and sands, there was actually an oasis still remaining.
“Great!”
The Eastern Dance Maiden couldn’t help but quicken her pace, rushing to the edge of the pool to drink a few mouthfuls, then scooping up clean water to wash her face. As the dust on her face was washed away, a charming and beautiful visage emerged. With distinctly Eastern features, she looked full of exotic charm. After cleaning her face, her expression became a bit bashful, and a faint blush appeared on her alluring face. She turned to look at Soren, seemingly wanting to say something but unable to voice it.
Soren was also washing his face.
The cool clean water made him relax with a sigh. He wiped down his body a little, then noticed the Eastern Dance Maiden’s gaze.
“What’s wrong?” Soren asked with a slight frown.
The Eastern Dance Maiden’s expression was somewhat shy, appearing a bit embarrassed, but she still whispered, “I want to wash up. Can you… can you wait outside for me!…”
So she wanted to bathe.
Soren stood up helplessly upon hearing this. He took a glance at her dusty and disheveled appearance opposite him and said, “Alright. I’ll wait for you outside.”
Soren turned to leave.
Once the Eastern Dance Maiden confirmed he had gone outside, she carefully untied her belt but still peeked back, muttering softly, “I wonder if he’ll peek! Such a strong Wanderer; if he turned around and went stealthily back, I probably wouldn’t notice, right? Forget that! I should wash up first!…”
The Eastern Dance Maiden’s long dress slipped off, revealing a pair of long, slender thighs.
She dipped her foot into the water, then slowly untied her upper garment, her full bosom glimmering like white jade under the moonlight. She cupped her hands over her chest and slowly entered the water; the surface shimmered as her fair legs and slender waist became faintly visible. She sighed in satisfaction and then began to wash away the dust on her body.
“He’s not a bad man!”
“Too bad I like Ti; otherwise, he would be quite nice!”
Submerged in the water, the Eastern Dance Maiden’s damp long hair spread out like seaweed. She gently wiped her face, her mind drifting, and her cheeks reddened as she thought, “Is he peeking?!”
…
In fact, she was overthinking.
Soren had stepped out from the very beginning; he had no interest in peeking at someone bathing.
In terms of beauty, Gloria was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and only Vivian might surpass her when she grows up. So with Gloria in his life, Soren wasn’t desperate enough to turn around and peek at someone else bathing.
The pale moonlight.
Soren stood quietly by the oasis, waiting. Just as he felt that enough time had passed and was about to turn back, a faint sound suddenly came from the front.
Someone was approaching!
Soren’s figure instantly vanished into the darkness, then stealthily made his way over.
One person.
A woman.
Before Soren could get closer to the target, he saw a tall silhouette; her black hair flowed down naturally, making it obvious she was female. She wore tight clothing that exposed her curvaceous figure, and her facial features had Eastern characteristics, but she was taller than the Northern women. However, that wasn’t the key point; what mattered was that Soren did not see any weapons on her, only a pair of black gloves.
“Who!?”
A cold voice rang out, and then the woman in front of Soren stopped in her tracks. In an instant, her body flew into action, directly locking onto Soren’s position, then becoming a blur as she soared through the air to approach him. A whip-like leg strike, mixed with the howling wind, came at Soren with an astonishing momentum.
Without any warning.
Soren didn’t even know how the enemy pinpointed his location; he could only be sure he hadn’t exposed himself directly. The only way the opponent could have discovered him was through some supernatural ability.
Discovered?!
Soren’s expression was somewhat surprised, as the swirling sand revealed his position.
Bang!
Faced with the enemy’s high-speed approaching kick, Soren had no time to dodge and no chance to draw his blade, only able to cross his arms in front of his chest to block it. Accompanied by a dull sound of impact, Soren staggered back half a step, and the agile figure that collided with him quickly retreated. She floated down to the ground like a feather, her gaze sharpening as she uttered, “Wanderer?”
Clap.
The woman before him brought her hands together, and as she clapped, a faint spell light appeared on her gloves, quickly followed by arcs of electricity jumping between her palms. The strange arcs danced in her palm, but they weren’t her own power; they were the strength of the gloves, which were a very special extraordinary weapon.
Stance, side-step, raise hand.
The familiar posture made Soren’s expression grow serious in an instant. He slowly drew out the Curved Blade “Ice d*ath” and said gravely, “Master of Fist?!”
Master of Fist.
This was the first time Soren had seen a woman advance to become a Master of Fist. As a high-level advancement of the monk class, although no mandatory advancement requirements existed for a Master of Fist, it was extremely rare for women as professionists to advance to Master of Fist. Soren had seen female priests who had advanced to the modified version of the Master of Fist, the Holy Fist, but he had never encountered a female professionist who had undergone the authentic training of a Master of Fist.
Moreover.
The opponent’s strength seemed not to be below his!
…(To be continued ~^~)
