The Consequences of Laziness.

(This chapter has been edited and contains no inappropriate implications.)

He let out a low growl. This time, he abandoned his wide, sweeping spear techniques. Instead, his spear thrust out like a dragon, concentrating all of his overbearing and wild spiritual power onto the very tip of the blade. It transformed into a single point of cold light, stabbing straight toward Su Jiu.

He refused to believe it.

No matter how exquisite your movement technique was, or how bizarre your footwork, faced with an attack condensed to the absolute limit—one that used absolute power to crush all schemes—how could you possibly dodge?

However, this time, Su Jiu couldn't even be bothered to dodge.

She simply stood quietly in place. Her cold, breathtakingly beautiful face even carried a faint, effortless smile.

Right at the split second when the spear tip, brimming with terrifying might, was about to strike her body.

Su Jiu moved.

Her movement was very simple.

She merely raised her hand.

That pale, slender palm fluttered forward to meet the strike, light as a feather.

"Senior Brother, be careful."

She spoke softly, her voice carrying a hint of lazy teasing.

The next moment.

Palm and spear violently collided.

There was no earth-shattering boom as expected.

Su Ji only felt that his full-powered strike, which was enough to split mountains and shatter stones, was like a clay ox entering the sea—vanishing without a trace in an instant.

An endless force, like water without a source, transmitted backward along the shaft of the Fallen Dragon Spear.

Su Ji felt his overbearing spiritual power begin to scatter uncontrollably under the impact of this force.

What kind of palm technique... is this?!

Redirecting force?

Su Ji's mind went completely blank.

He watched helplessly as Su Jiu's palm moved like a butterfly weaving through flowers.

Every single contact landed precisely on the weakest flaws in the flow of his spiritual power.

Deflecting a thousand pounds with four ounces.

Borrowing strength to strike back.

Su Ji felt like a toddler who had just learned to walk, awkwardly waving a heavy wooden stick in front of a martial arts grandmaster. His clumsy appearance was utterly ridiculous.

"Senior Brother."

Su Jiu's voice rang out again. Her watery, fox-like eyes blinked slyly.

"Sometimes, you have to learn to adapt."

As soon as her words fell, she flipped her wrist, brought her five fingers together, and changed her palm into a claw, locking onto Su Ji's wrist with absolute precision.

Su Ji felt his wrist go numb, completely drained of strength.

With a clang, the Fallen Dragon Spear slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

Round four.

Defeated again.

Su Ji stared blankly at his empty hands, then looked at the little fox opposite him, who had a smug expression and was smiling like a cat that had stolen a fish. He fell into complete self-doubt.

The script is wrong!

Wasn't this supposed to be a friendly spar?

Weren't we just exchanging pointers?

How did it turn into a one-sided beatdown?

Shouldn't Su Jiu be the one getting beaten up?

"Round five."

Su Jiu didn't seem to give him much time to think. She curled her finger, her cold face full of provocation.

Su Ji gritted his teeth.

He refused to believe in this heresy!

If spear techniques didn't work, he would use something else!

He took a deep breath. The Heavenly Palace Golden Core within his dantian roared into motion. Majestic spiritual power surged out from his body like floodwaters breaking a dam, transforming into pitch-black chains that swept toward Su Jiu, blotting out the sky.

This was a binding spell he had comprehended from the Desolate Meteor Fallen Dragon Art. It was incredibly overbearing. Once entangled, even a Golden Core cultivator wouldn't be able to break free easily.

However, facing the pitch-black chains dancing in the sky, Su Jiu still didn't dodge or evade.

Her figure weaved through the gaps in the chains like a phantom.

Raising a hand.

Lifting a foot.

She didn't even use any spells. She merely relied on the perfect fusion of her exquisite movement and palm techniques.

She neutralized all of Su Ji's attacks.

Then, Su Jiu's figure appeared in front of him without any warning.

Round five.

Defeated again.

What did it mean to shatter his spiritual energy with casual movements?

This was exactly it.

"Round six."

Su Jiu's voice rang out once more.

Su Ji looked at her. That cold face displayed the undisguised posture of a victor.

Those watery fox-like eyes seemed to be saying: Is that it?

The unyielding stubbornness in Su Ji's heart was completely smoothed out at this moment.

He suddenly felt so tired.

He didn't want to fight anymore.

He didn't want to fight at all.

Throwing caution to the wind, Su Ji closed his eyes, let his legs go soft, and fell straight backward.

With a thud, he hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He lay sprawled on his back, adopting an attitude of absolute surrender.

I'm done fighting.

Su Jiu looked at his rogue-like behavior and paused for a moment. Soon after, a look of both amusement and exasperation appeared on her cold face.

She walked slowly over to Su Ji. Her slender figure cast a shadow that enveloped him.

"Get up." Her voice carried an unquestionable tone of command.

Su Ji kept his eyes closed, playing dead.

As immovable as a mountain.

Su Jiu looked at him, her clear fox-like eyes slowly narrowing.

She didn't say another word.

She just slowly raised her right foot.

Then, under Su Ji's suddenly widened eyes, which were filled with shock and disbelief.

She stepped on his face, neither too lightly nor too heavily.

Su Jiu looked down at him from above, her cold face devoid of any expression.

Her shimmering fox-like eyes met Su Ji's gaze in midair.

"Senior Brother."

"This is the consequence of slacking off."