What are you doing in public

Xu Mu decided to take a gamble. From the attacks just now until this moment, the opponent had only managed to cause him a little pain.

It felt like two ordinary people fighting; he had indeed taken a solid punch.

However, Xu Mu could withstand this kind of punch many times over.

This time, he was willing to risk injury just to land a hit on this woman.

Tong Guoguo remained silent. Having grown up following Mr. Soul, she had been taught many things.

The most important of which was to maintain her own rhythm in battle and not be swayed by the enemy's words.

Swish!

Tong Guoguo's figure instantly flashed to Xu Mu's side, throwing a punch toward his waist.

Facing this punch, Xu Mu didn't use his hands to block it; instead, he clamped her arm tightly under his armpit.

He quickly leaped up, using his legs to lock around Tong Guoguo's neck.

Boom!

Xu Mu brought Tong Guoguo crashing to the ground.

Opening his storage space, he pulled out a dagger and thrust it forcefully toward her neck.

Bang!

Right at that moment, a scorching flame erupted from Tong Guoguo's body.

Xu Mu could clearly feel what seemed like an infinitely massive resistance as he approached her body.

He couldn't touch her skin at all.

Tong Guoguo was also secretly shocked. The man before her was only at the Grandmaster realm.

Yet, despite unleashing her power at full force, she hadn't managed to send him flying, nor had he even been injured.

Pfft!

At that moment, Xu Mu also unleashed his Heaven-tier cultivation method, the Heaven-Burning Sword Art.

Flames flickered around the dagger, slowly piercing through her defenses bit by bit.

But in this window of time, Tong Guoguo had plenty of countermeasures.

Just as she was about to strike Xu Mu, her eyes suddenly widened.

Because one of Xu Mu's hands had actually grabbed onto her chest.

"Mr. Soul really is something. He modified you, but didn't bother modifying this area. It's so small I can barely grab it."

Xu Mu chuckled mischievously.

"You brat..."

Clang!

Just as Tong Guoguo opened her mouth to speak, Xu Mu drove the blade of the dagger into her mouth with lightning speed.

Boom!

Tong Guoguo kicked Xu Mu, sending him flying backward.

Mid-air, Xu Mu executed his Cloud Steps and finally landed steadily on the ground.

He inspected the blade of his dagger. Aside from saliva, there was a trace of blood, proving that he had indeed injured her.

Tong Guoguo scrambled up from the ground. She wiped her mouth and spat on the floor, the saliva mixed with fresh blood.

"Kid! If Mr. Soul didn't want you alive, you would have died countless times over by now!"

Tong Guoguo sneered coldly. "Fighting you, I've been holding back my true strength all along, understand?"

Xu Mu naturally knew this. From the start of the battle until now, his opponent had only used basic movement techniques and Qi; she hadn't utilized any profound martial arts yet.

However, she wouldn't have the chance anymore.

"I have to admit, your physique is indeed very strong. Then I suppose I'll get a little serious."

Tong Guoguo clenched her fists. Her released Qi transformed into flames, continuing to surge wildly.

But suddenly, Tong Guoguo's power came to an abrupt halt.

At this moment, the golden gears behind the whites of her eyes began to spin rapidly, and her breathing grew ragged.

"Your dagger... it's poisoned!"

Tong Guoguo's face turned pale.

"That's right. I'm just using your own fighting style. Doesn't your Immortality Research Institute love using poison the most?"

Xu Mu twirled the dagger in his hand. "If Mr. Soul only sent you alone to capture me, then he overestimated you."

"I'll kill you!"

Tong Guoguo had barely taken a step forward when her body went completely limp.

Her complexion was no longer pale, but had turned a deep shade of crimson.

"This... this is Spring Night Grass."

"Spot on. As expected of someone from the Immortality Research Institute, you guessed it right away."

Xu Mu walked toward Tong Guoguo. "I have one flaw, and that's my love for helping others. Do you need my help?"

Boom!

Tong Guoguo suddenly waved her hand at Xu Mu, sending a massive fireball, fully five meters in diameter, spinning toward him.

Xu Mu quickly dodged, but the fireball exploded directly, sending monstrous flames spreading in all directions.

It leveled everything within a radius of several dozen meters.

"Damn it! What a huge blast radius!"

Xu Mu had tried his best to evade, but he was still caught in the flames.

However, the flames on the outer edge weren't as strong and were blocked by his Heaven-Burning Sword Qi.

Through his perception, he immediately spotted Tong Guoguo running toward the depths of the ruins with all her might.

Since she knew about Spring Night Grass, she naturally knew how to cure it.

This woman had indeed made the wisest choice. If Xu Mu were in her shoes, he would have done the same.

If she waited until the effects of the Spring Night Grass completely invaded her brain, it would be too late.

Xu Mu immediately gave chase; he wasn't about to give Tong Guoguo time to cure herself.

If he let her resolve it this time, she would definitely be on guard the next time he tried to use this trick.

Xu Mu accelerated, keeping his perception locked onto her at all times. No matter how she tried to hide, it was futile.

...

Tong Guoguo's breathing grew increasingly ragged. She felt the drug's effects already seeping deep into her brain.

She couldn't understand it. Mr. Soul had injected her with so many poison antibodies in the past.

Including ones for Spring Night Grass.

Why was the effect so potent from just a tiny scratch?

"No, I can't wait any longer!"

Tong Guoguo knew very well that once the drug fully circulated, she would lose her mind.

At that point, it would be child's play for Xu Mu to kill her.

She fled into an experimental building and hid inside a materials room on the second floor.

By now, the golden gears behind the whites of her eyes were spinning so fast they felt like they were going to throw sparks.

That bastard Xu Mu. Since Mr. Soul only needed him alive anyway, she would just break all four of his limbs later. No! All five of them!

Crash!

Right at that moment, the glass window nearby suddenly shattered.

Xu Mu's figure landed inside the room. He walked up to Tong Guoguo with a smile. "What are you doing here in broad daylight? I'm fining you five hundred bucks!"

Tong Guoguo's face and ears were burning red; she wished the ground would swallow her whole.

To actually be seen by this bastard... Right now, Tong Guoguo just wanted to die, and to drag Xu Mu down to hell with her.

Due to the hyperactive stimulation of her brain, combined with Xu Mu's sudden appearance, Tong Guoguo was completely dazed.

The drug's effects had now completely taken over her entire body. At this point, the gears behind the whites of her eyes were no longer spinning as rapidly as before.

Instead, they moved erratically, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, without any rhythm at all.

"Slacking off right in front of me, how inappropriate."

Xu Mu held the dagger and slowly walked toward Tong Guoguo.

By the time he reached her, he found that Tong Guoguo had completely passed out, losing all consciousness.

Xu Mu squatted beside her, waving the dagger in his hand before finally resting it against her neck.

At present, killing this woman was the best choice, but as luck would have it, this woman was a female lead.

Still, the worst-case scenario was just not earning any Justice Points from her.

But the key issue was that she was Chen Xuan's female lead, which made Xu Mu hesitate to strike the fatal blow.

He took a deep breath. Since things had come to this, there was only one thing left to do.

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