Why would Jiang Rou want to become Chen Ye’s girlfriend? Of course it wasn’t because Jiang Rou found Chen Ye handsome and fell for him.
That woman could never be so lovesick.
She was the type who, once she set her sights on something, would stop at nothing to obtain it, regardless of cost.
When it came to becoming Chen Ye’s girlfriend, Jiang Rou had no romantic illusions.
As long as she could secure what she wanted, she didn’t care whether she and Chen Ye were officially a couple.
Jiang Rou had never dated anyone before.
Although reason told her that even if they became a couple, Chen Ye would never hand over that blade.
But she wanted to try…
Even if there was only a one percent chance.
She had to try!
Jiang Rou’s understanding of romance was limited to movies, TV dramas, and popular social media she’d seen.
She thought that even if she couldn’t immediately get the blade, being his girlfriend would greatly increase her future chances.
She could always find a way.
There were many examples like that in real life.
Moreover, Jiang Rou knew very well how men perceived her.
Even those celebrities online and on TV would pale in comparison before her.
A beauty like her becoming your girlfriend, Chen Ye—wouldn’t that satisfy you?
Seduction tactics have worked since humanity first put words to paper; they never truly go out of style.
…
From Chen Ye’s perspective.
He agreed to Jiang Rou not because she was attractive, nor because he believed she liked him for his looks.
Chen Ye had not sunk into that level of vanity.
He knew Jiang Rou wanted that blade.
The more this woman wanted something, the less likely he was to give it.
After everything that happened, Chen Ye assumed Jiang Rou had long given up on the blade.
Otherwise, having such a madwoman constantly coveting your things would never be good.
…
Jiang Rou was supremely confident.
She was certain Chen Ye would feel something for her.
Before the apocalypse, she had been wildly popular—among those who pursued her were many exceptionally outstanding men.
She didn’t expect that less than a minute after they officially became boyfriend and girlfriend,
she would be dumped!
She suddenly had an ex-boyfriend?
Jiang Rou was stunned—she’d been dumped?
It might not matter on the surface,
but being dumped was a different kind of wound.
An unnamed, ugly fire rose in Jiang Rou’s chest.
Along with that flame, her supernatural power began to boil.
She felt that power surge, roaring in fury.
Invisible ripples of force appeared over her skin, lifting her long black hair as if by wind though there was none.
Her eyes flushed faintly red, the beautiful gaze fixed onto Chen Ye.
She became terrifyingly dangerous, like an enraged tigress in the forest.
The red backless cheongsam minidress she wore began to change.
The red skirt writhed like a living thing; what had been a very short skirt lengthened in an instant.
It wrapped her rounded thighs in armor-like plating,
covering every tempting patch of pale skin you wanted to see.
The red fabric thickened, gaining weight and texture.
A tiger-head ornament emerged at her waist.
The tiger head seemed alive, thrown back in a howl.
There were tiger heads on each shoulder, roaring skyward.
Even the transparent high heels on her feet transformed in that moment.
As if matching the red armor, the heels slowly became red; red combat boots formed.
The boots bore fierce tiger patterns, with a tiger claw jutting out at the heel and fangs growing between the shoe seams.
Chen Ye already knew her skirt and shoes were Wonders.
But this time he saw it with his own eyes.
“Chen Ye… you… are asking for death!”
Jiang Rou ground her teeth and snarled.
Chen Ye stepped back slowly, placing Sun Xixi between them.
Although the pink-haired girl desperately wanted to verbally tear Chen Ye apart, this was not the time.
In front of others, the pink-haired girl had to show support for Chen Ye.
United front was the convoy’s tradition.
Her own composure shifted as well.
She, too, became dangerous.
“Sun Xixi, get out of the way. This has nothing to do with you!”
Jiang Rou stared at Chen Ye with murderous intent.
Chen Ye remained unfazed.
The pink-haired girl slowly drew the Fire Dragon Sword and shook her head. “Impossible!”
“You’re asking for death!”
With that, Jiang Rou erupted into a flame-red burst, a meteor-like punch aimed straight at the pink-haired girl.
The girl showed no fear, drawing the Fire Dragon Sword.
A dragon’s roar rang across the entire camp.
A fire dragon surged forth and slammed toward Jiang Rou.
Chen Ye retreated continuously until he was in a safe position.
He wasn’t afraid of Jiang Rou.
Although the Blood Moon Lord had not yet reached Sequence 4, he still had methods to deal with her.
But once he used those methods, it might be hard to rein things in.
Besides, there were effective fighters already on site—why get personally involved?
Previously, Jiang Rou and the pink-haired girl had probably fought somewhere out of sight.
No one had witnessed that previous duel.
But now…
This was their first battle in front of the entire base.
Jiang Rou was like a roaring inferno, explosive and ferocious in every motion.
Her colorless qi resembled the stylized martial artists in movies and TV shows,
and at the same time, the aura of a battle-hardened general returning from war.
Such presence on a woman made people’s eyes go a bit wide.
She formed an even starker contrast to her prior demeanor.
Everything about her was full of contradictions, and now those contradictions were rawer and more violent.
She still hadn’t drawn a blade—her weapon seemed merely ornamental.
Perhaps she didn’t need one.
Her fists and feet alone were sufficient.
Every punch carried tremendous, overwhelming might.
Every kick felt capable of shattering mountains.
By contrast, the pink-haired girl’s aura was not one hair weaker than Jiang Rou’s.
Her pink hair streamed, she rose into the air.
She formed sword-gestures with her hands.
The fire dragon screamed back and condensed into a long sword floating before her; with a tremor it split into two,
two became countless swords. Those flying swords whirled and formed a circular sword array before the girl.
The blades trembled, singing with keening tones.
If Jiang Rou was a veteran general returned from endless battle,
then the pink-haired girl was a sword immortal descended from the celestial realms.
Jiang Rou appeared as a detonating blaze; the pink-haired girl was a razor-sharp divine weapon.
A slight touch of the girl’s forefinger summoned the swarm of flying swords.
If anyone thought those swords were mere illusions, they were gravely mistaken.
Each flying sword could cut through metal and stone.
The duel immediately drew the camp’s attention.
Everyone set down what they were doing and looked up at the sky.
The pink-haired girl floated like an immortal.
Jiang Rou did not lag behind. One light tap from her toes on a car roof or flagpole sent her bounding nimbly like a hawk, matching the airborne girl step for step.
Iron Lion heard the clash and dropped the boulder on his back, sprinting over.
Chu Che abandoned his eavesdropping radio and dashed out of his tent.
Gong Yong peered out from a workshop window at the two fighting in the sky.
There were also Dantai Bie, Chen Hao, Wu Zehui, and others…
Witnessing the ferocity of their combat, many people were shocked.
Although they were not directly involved, the pressure and force emitted by the two fighters made many’s hearts pound.
The fight’s range expanded from a confined pocket to the entire camp’s overhead.
Jiang Rou lightly stepped on the roof of an off-road vehicle and left a huge hole in the metal.
The owner of that vehicle could only burn with silent fury.
Jiang Rou transformed into a long rainbow and leaped across hundreds of meters, her iron fist thundering toward Sun Xixi.
A hundred meters vanished in a blink.
Her exposed muscles rippled, clear and powerful.
Her punch cleaved the air; speed and force ignited the atmosphere itself.
Sun Xixi was no pushover; several flying swords circled her like living souls.
As Jiang Rou struck, those swords burst forth with unparalleled sword qi, rocketing at Jiang Rou like cannon shells.
Their speed was so immense they carved barriers in the air.
For a time, the entire camp erupted into chaos.
Hou Junji stood on the Silent Council Shop rooftop, his expression grave.
He had intended to invite Jiang Rou into the Silent Council, promising much to entice her,
but Jiang Rou had refused.
He had assumed she was the top combatant here.
He had not expected a pink-haired sword immortal to exist.
Back in the Oasis days, the pink-haired girl had some renown.
After all, she was part of the Sword Immortal Sequence.
But then she was only Sequence 3.
The Oasis had few Sequence 4s, but they were there.
At that time the pink-haired girl was just respectable compared to those Sequence 4s.
Now…
The show at the base today rivaled the grand scenes from the Oasis.
The girl had become someone many had to treat with caution.
Countless gazes toward her carried awe.
As for Chen Ye…
“You really are a troublemaker!” Chu Che sighed involuntarily.
Chen Ye snorted coldly. “What, tired of eavesdropping? Want a live show?”
“Ahem ahem ahem… don’t talk nonsense, just watch the show!” Little Fish rolled her eyes at Chen Ye, looking utterly disdainful.
Chapter 587: How Did I End Up with an Ex-Boyfriend
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