Liu Mengran diligently took notes of every key point, while Su Wanwan had already started idly picking at blades of grass. When Han Feng explained the voltage of the power grid, she suddenly tugged at their sleeves: "Someone's coming out!"
A man in casual clothes, a cigarette dangling from his lips, walked out of the guard post and headed straight for the bushes where they were hiding. Liu Mengran tensed instantly, but Han Feng gently pressed down on her shoulder.
"Don't move, he's going to pee." Han Feng's voice was almost inaudible. "This is a good opportunity to demonstrate how to handle unexpected situations."
Sure enough, the man unbuckled his belt a few meters away. Liu Mengran immediately closed her eyes, her ears turning bright red. Su Wanwan's eyes widened, but Han Feng quickly covered them.
"Don't look at what you shouldn't see," he said helplessly.
Just then, the man suddenly stopped and looked suspiciously into the bushes: "Who's there?"
Han Feng instantly conjured a starlight longsword and swiftly brought it down.
\"puff--\"
Blood gushed from the headless corpse's neck like a fountain, yet Han Feng's Starry Sky Sword remained unstained by the crimson light under the moonlight. He formed a hand seal with his left hand, and an invisible wave spread out from him, enveloping the entire outpost in a divine sense barrier.
"Signal jamming complete." Han Feng flicked away imaginary blood droplets from his sword. "This is now a closed training ground."
Liu Mengran stared palely at the corpse on the ground, her fingers unconsciously gripping the hem of her clothes. Su Wanwan, on the other hand, excitedly rubbed her hands together: "Finally, we can have some real combat!"
"Remember the key points I mentioned." Han Feng divided the power of the stars into two strands and injected them into the two women's bodies respectively. "The power of the stars grows stronger when it encounters a stronger opponent. Don't fight it head-on; guide the opponent's power to counteract it..."
Before the words were even finished, three powerful auras suddenly erupted from within the outpost!
"Baka! Who dares to..." Three men in kimonos burst through the door. The leader, uttering a string of incoherent words, suddenly stopped mid-sentence, his gaze fixed on Liu Mengran and Su Wanwan, unable to look away. "Yoshi, pretty girls..."
"Snap!"
Han Feng's figure flashed by like a ghost, his mustache-covered head suddenly rotating 180 degrees, a lewd smile still frozen on his face. The sound of the neck breaking was clearly audible as the corpse fell to the ground.
The remaining two experts at the Innate Realm were horrified and instantly retreated ten meters. One of them, a bald man, pulled out an alarm and pressed it, only to find that there was no response.
"Don't bother." Han Feng flicked his wrist. "This area is now my territory." He stepped aside to make room for the two women, gesturing for them to "please." "One for each of you, practice a bit."
Liu Mengran took a deep breath and took the first step. Her chosen opponent was a tall, thin man with a small braid. When he saw that it was a frail woman who was going to fight, a look of contempt flashed in his eyes.
"Little beauty, let your brother play with you..." The man with the braid formed a hand seal, and dozens of earth spikes suddenly sprang up from the ground.
Following Han Feng's instructions, Liu Mengran channeled her stellar power, lightly touching the ground with her toes, and floated up like a feather, causing all the earth spikes to miss. She turned in mid-air, mimicking Han Feng's technique to condense a starlight short sword, but due to unstable control, it flickered between light and darkness.
"Concentrate!" Han Feng's voice rang out. "Imagine the power of the stars is an extension of your limbs!"
Taking advantage of the opportunity, the man with the braid leaped up, a ball of murky yellow light condensing in his palm: "Earthbinding Palm!"
At the critical moment, Liu Mengran had a sudden inspiration. Her short sword suddenly disintegrated and reassembled into a starlight shield. With a muffled thud, she used the momentum to flip backward and land on her feet. The shield then transformed into a long whip and lashed out, leaving a bloody gash on the braided man's face.
"Baka!" The man with the braid wiped his face, completely enraged. He ripped open his kimono, revealing a chest covered in runes. "Earth Leyline Explosion—"
"Don't let him finish the hand seals!" Han Feng warned sternly.
A glint of light flashed in Liu Mengran's eyes, and her long whip suddenly split into dozens of fine needles, raining down on her opponent's vital points. The man with the braid was forced to interrupt his spell to block, but missed three needles—one each in his right shoulder, left knee, and dantian—his movements instantly slowed to the point of being like an old man.
"Very good!" Han Feng praised. "Now use the Star Lock to imprison him!"
On the other side, Su Wanwan's fighting style was completely different. Her opponent was a bald man with a face full of scars, who used a strange kind of flame.
"You little brat!" The bald man spat out a mouthful of flames, "I'll burn your clothes off and see what you do then..."
"Pah! You old lecher!" Su Wanwan cursed directly. Instead of conjuring a weapon, she enveloped her fists in the power of stars and began to pound the fireballs like she was playing whack-a-mole. With each punch, a fireball was shattered into sparks, creating a somewhat comical scene.
Han Feng sighed, "Wanwan! That's not how the power of stars works..."
"I know, I know!" Su Wanwan interrupted impatiently, then suddenly changed her tactics—she enveloped the scattered sparks with stellar power, kneading them into a blazing fireball and hurling it back at them, "Here you go!"
The bald man hurriedly dodged, but the fireball grazed his buttocks, instantly burning a large hole in his pants and revealing his bright red backside.
"Ahhh!" He was filled with shame and anger, and his hands quickly formed hand seals.
"Too slow!" Su Wanwan moved closer like a ghost, delivering a dazzling uppercut that struck him squarely in the chin. The bald man was sent flying three meters into the air before crashing to the ground, unconscious.
Han Feng was about to comment when his expression suddenly hardened. A subtle ripple came from the edge of the barrier—a henchman feigning death was using a secret technique to send a message to the outside world. He teleported over and struck down with his palm, but he was still a step too late.
"Tch, only half-intercepted." Han Feng frowned, looking at the tattered talisman in his hand. "The Miyamoto family will soon find out what happened here."
Liu Mengran had already bound the man with the braided hair like a dumpling with her starlight chains. Hearing this, she asked worriedly, "Then what should we do..."
"Perfect." Han Feng sneered. "It saves us the trouble of searching each stronghold one by one." He waved his hand, dispelling the barrier. "That's enough for tonight. Let's go back and analyze our gains and losses."
Su Wanwan, still savoring the moment, kicked the unconscious bald man: "That's it? I haven't even...!"
Before Han Feng could finish speaking, two figures shot off like arrows. Su Wanwan and Liu Mengran's eyes gleamed with excitement, like hungry wolves eyeing a flock of plump sheep.
"Wait! We surrender!" A henchman with a headscarf had just raised his hands when Liu Mengran's starlight whip wrapped around his ankles, and he was swung upside down toward the ceiling.
\"Bang!\"
After the turban-wearing man made intimate contact with the ceiling, he lay sprawled on it and slowly slid down. Liu Mengran blinked, seemingly surprised by her own strength.
"Sister Mengran is so cool!" Su Wanwan cheered and rushed into the crowd. The star power on her fists suddenly transformed into two huge starlight gauntlets, looking like a cool version of Mickey Mouse gloves.
Su Wanwan looked at the group of thugs in front of her with ill intent.
"Take this—Starlight Meteor Fist!"
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