Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 191 – Pure Blood? I’ll Give You a Punch in the Face

Long Yan’s breath nearly stopped.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails pierced his palms, drawing blood.

Kneel?

Be a dog?

Long Jingyun’s condescending expression, as if bestowing charity, and his every word were like red-hot iron searing his soul.

“Heh heh…”

Long Yan let out a hoarse laugh, filled with endless mockery.

“I, Long Yan, would rather die than be a dog for you Pureblood Dragon Clan!”

“Quite the backbone.” The smile on Long Jingyun’s face vanished completely, replaced by a bone-chilling coldness. “Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll grant you your wish.”

He couldn’t even be bothered to do it himself, merely tilting his head disdainfully at Long Xueqi behind him.

“Xueqi, go play with him.”

“Yes.”

Long Xueqi’s voice was still flat, but her lips twisted into a morbid grin. Her once-calm eyes were instantly filled with a bloodthirsty madness.

She took a step forward, and the violent aura of a mid-stage Level 6 erupted from her.

“Since Lord Jingyun has spoken, please go and die.”

Before her voice had even faded, Long Xueqi’s figure had transformed into a streak of silver lightning, appearing out of thin air in front of Long Yan.

Her seemingly slender fingers now glinted with a cold, metallic light as they aimed straight for Long Yan’s heart.

Long Yan’s pupils shrank.

Having just survived a life-or-death battle, his body was already spent.

He forced himself to draw one last breath, crossing his Dragonized arms to protect his chest.

Bang!

A dull, heavy thud echoed.

Long Yan felt an irresistible force slam into him, sending him flying backward like a kite with a snapped string. The Dragon Scales on his arms shattered inch by inch, leaving a mess of mangled flesh and blood.

“Not enough! Not enough! Not enough! Not enough!”

Long Xueqi stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, her eyes filled with a crazed excitement. She was like a completely different person from the indifferent maid from before.

“Hahahahaha, get up! Keep fighting!”

Letting out a sharp, yandere-like shriek of laughter, she pursued him like a phantom. Her attacks rained down like a torrential storm, giving Long Yan no room to breathe.

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Long Yan gritted his teeth, mustering his last ounce of strength to defend himself.

But exhaustion and his severe injuries forced him into a constant retreat.

Every clash only worsened his condition.

Bang!

Long Xueqi delivered a vicious whip kick to Long Yan’s abdomen, sending him flying. He crashed heavily into a massive tree that would take several people to encircle before sliding limply to the ground.

“Pfft—”

A large mouthful of blood, mixed with fragments of his internal organs, spewed from his mouth. Long Yan’s face was as pale as paper.

“It’s over.”

A flash of cruel delight crossed Long Xueqi’s eyes. Her five fingers formed a claw as she once again lunged for Long Yan’s head.

Watching the approaching claws, Long Yan’s eyes filled with nothing but despair.

Am I going to die…

Ning Shuang… I’m sorry…

I won’t be able to… get revenge with my own hands…

However, just at that critical moment!

A dark green figure, like a specter emerging from the abyss, appeared without warning at Long Xueqi’s side.

“Get lost!”

A clear, cold shout accompanied a fist covered in dark gold Dragon Scales, which tore through the air and smashed viciously into the side of Long Xueqi’s face.

Bang!

Long Xueqi didn’t even see who the newcomer was. Her entire body was sent flying sideways at an exaggerated angle as if struck head-on by a battering ram, plowing a terrifying ten-meter-long trench in the ground.

This sudden turn of events seemed to freeze the very night wind.

The heavily injured Long Yan’s pupils dilated to their limit as he stared blankly at the familiar yet domineering dark green figure.

It’s her…

Ning Shuang!

What is she doing here?!

Meanwhile, the playful expression on the Pureblood Dragon Clan member, Long Jingyun, finally vanished.

He narrowed his noble golden eyes, sizing up the suddenly appeared Lin Fan with great interest.

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“A branch family Dragon Clan member? Interesting.”

His voice was still high and mighty, filled with an arrogance that was etched into his very bones.

“Another piece of trash consorting with a rebel. What, is it a trend for you lowly branch families to huddle together for warmth now?”

Lin Fan ignored his nonsense, her golden vertical pupils merely sweeping a cold glance over the barely breathing Long Yan on the ground.

Seeing him covered in blood, she clicked her tongue inwardly.

I’m always the one saving the day. Am I really destined to be the old, white-bearded master on this kid’s path to invincibility?

“Ning Shuang… run!” Long Yan struggled to get up, his voice hoarse as he shouted, “He’s strong! He’s Level 7! You’re no match for him!”

“Shut up.”

Lin Fan cut him off with a cold voice, not even turning her head.

“Get out of here while you can. I’ll hold them off.”

With that, she paid Long Yan no more mind and turned her gaze to Long Jingyun, the corners of her lips curling into a cold, dangerous arc.

“Pureblood Dragon Clan? Heh.”

Long Jingyun’s brow twitched. Lin Fan’s undisguised contempt had successfully enraged him.

“It seems you’re just as much of an ignorant fool as Long Yan.”

He extended a finger, beckoning at Lin Fan contemptuously.

“Kneel and beg for mercy, and I might consider giving you a quick death.”

“Alright.”

To his surprise, Lin Fan nodded.

Just as Long Jingyun thought she was about to submit, Lin Fan’s figure abruptly vanished from her spot!

Long Jingyun’s pupils constricted slightly.

He was completely unprepared as a gust of wind that tore through the air rushed toward his face!

Bang!

A crisp yet muffled thud rang out.

Long Jingyun froze in place, the arrogant expression on his face completely solidifying.

A fist covered in dark gold Dragon Scales was planted firmly on his handsome face, knocking it to one side.

Time seemed to stand still once more.

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He had never imagined that a piece of branch family trash would dare to strike him, and a direct slap to the face at that!

Long Yan’s mouth hung open in an “O” shape, wide enough to fit an egg.

In the distance, Long Xueqi, who had just crawled out of the dirt and spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, was also completely dumbfounded.

She… she dared to strike Lord Jingyun?

And she hit him right in the face?!

“You…”

Long Jingyun slowly turned his head. All the previous playfulness and arrogance in his golden eyes had vanished, replaced by a towering rage and killing intent that could incinerate the entire forest.

“You’re courting death!”

He roared, and the terrifying pressure of a Level 7 Pureblood Dragon Clan member erupted without reservation, sweeping out in all directions like a tsunami!

Lin Fan, however, acted as if nothing had happened. She shook her fist and flexed her wrist.

“Your skin is pretty thick. It made my hand go numb.”

She muttered to herself, but inwardly, she was shocked.

She had used eighty percent of her strength in that punch.

This was the strongest state of the Long Ningshuang Skin after fusing with fifty percent of Lei Li’s original attributes.

But it had only been enough to catch him off guard.

Lin Fan looked up at the enraged Long Jingyun, a soaring battle intent rising in her golden vertical pupils. “Perfect. I’ll use you to test my current limits.”

“I’m going to tear you to shreds!”

Before Long Jingyun’s furious shout had faded, his figure vanished in an instant.

The next second, Lin Fan felt an indescribably terrifying pressure coming from her right.

She immediately crossed her arms to block.

Boom!

An irresistible force struck her. Lin Fan was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing through seven or eight large trees before she managed to stop.

“Cough…”

Lin Fan stabilized herself, feeling an intense pain in her arms. It felt as if her bones had fractured, and the blood and qi in her body churned violently.

So strong!

This is a Level 7 Pureblood Dragon Clan member?

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He hadn’t even used Dragonization. His physical strength alone completely crushed her.

“Ant!”

Long Jingyun’s icy voice rang in her ear like a curse.

Lin Fan’s pupils shrank. She instantly activated her Mental Strength, forming an invisible barrier in front of her.

Bang!

Long Jingyun’s fist smashed into the Mental Barrier. The barrier held for less than half a second before shattering like glass.

The shockwave from the punch grazed past, leaving a thin cut on Lin Fan’s cheek.

She pushed off the balls of her feet and shot backward, simultaneously transforming her hands into sharp Dragon Claws and swiping at Long Jingyun’s neck from a tricky angle.

“Pathetic tricks!”

Long Jingyun sneered, not even bothering to dodge. He allowed Lin Fan’s Dragon Claws to rake across his neck.

Screech—

A cringe-inducing sound of metal scraping against metal rang out.

Lin Fan’s sharp Dragon Claws couldn’t even break through the layer of golden Dragon Scales on his body, leaving only a few shallow white marks.

“What?” Lin Fan was inwardly stunned.

“Was that fun?”

A trace of utter impatience flashed in Long Jingyun’s eyes. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Lin Fan’s wrist, his five fingers squeezing hard.

Crack!

The sound of breaking bone was terrifyingly clear in the dead of night.

A sharp pain shot through her. Lin Fan let out a muffled grunt, but her reaction was incredibly fast. Her other hand gathered all her Mental Strength, forming it into an invisible spike, and stabbed viciously toward Long Jingyun’s eye!

Long Jingyun seemed not to have expected her to be so fearless in the face of death. He tilted his head slightly, and the Mental Strength spike grazed past the corner of his eye, taking a strand of his golden hair with it.

The impatience on his face finally turned into pure killing intent.

“Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll grant you your wish!”

He let go of Lin Fan’s wrist and kicked her in the abdomen.

Pfft!

Lin Fan spat out a mouthful of blood, her body curling up like a shrimp as she was sent flying backward, landing heavily beside Long Yan.

“Ning Shuang!”