Chapter 27: Feeling Like I’m About to Suffocate!

In a split second, countless tiny short swords shot toward him like bullets.

“Damn!” Xiang Nan shouted, leaping up, twisting and darting left and right.

Each time he shifted his body, several short swords narrowly grazed past him.

It took all his effort to evade the blades, but just as he looked up, Su Yao’s sharp feline claws were already swooping down.

They struck Xiang Nan squarely in the chest!

The razor-sharp claws dug deep into his body.

A metallic crunch rang out.

Both of them froze in surprise.

The claws hadn’t pierced flesh—they’d been blocked by something.

It was the soft iron vest!

A sly smile curled at Xiang Nan’s lips. Now, it’s my turn to counterattack.

In the moment Su Yao was stunned, Xiang Nan clamped her wrists with both hands, then leaned back, using the motion to pull Su Yao down with him, arms outstretched, forcing her into the same position.

It was as if they were two crucifixes, locked tightly together.

To keep her from struggling, Xiang Nan hooked her legs with his own.

Su Yao had no leverage; her hands and feet were firmly restrained.

He kept forcing her arms outward, and as his hands pressed flat, Su Yao’s upper body was pressed fully onto Xiang Nan.

Her body pressed close, her slender swan neck stretched long, but her heaving chest rested squarely on Xiang Nan’s face.

All he felt was a wave of softness and fragrance—he was almost suffocating.

Good heavens, it’s heavy enough to crush my face into a new shape.

Even the words he tried to utter seemed forced to detour around the curves and valleys.

“Do you admit defeat?”

The moment he opened his mouth, it was completely blocked by softness, so only Su Yao could hear his muffled words.

Su Yao was both furious and embarrassed, vexed and helpless.

No matter how high her cultivation, she simply couldn’t match Xiang Nan’s strength!

And this humiliating position—in front of a crowd of thousands, all eyes were glued to them.

Indeed, every gaze was fixed, completely dumbfounded.

No one could believe what they were seeing.

“Damn! Damn! Damn! If only I had more words, but ‘damn’ is all I need for this!”

“Brother Nan’s technique here—I’ll remember it for life!”

“That girl is ferocious! Too fierce!”

“Let go of that boy—come at me instead!”

“How long has it been already? Is Brother Nan still alive? Is he even breathing?”

“There’s no way he’s breathing, can’t you see he’s completely blocked? Tsk, tsk, tsk—poor guy. I’m so jealous!”

Up in the private box, Su Mingzhe could no longer sit still. He shot to his feet.

Shouting excitedly at the stage, he yelled, “Su Yao, don’t get up, crush him! Crush him!”

Su Yao: !!!

Was this really her own father?

Even if she wanted to, there was no way this position could crush someone!

Besides, it was obvious she’d been countered—was he blind or just heartless?

The onlookers burst out laughing, egging them on.

“Crush him! Crush him! Crush him…”

Xiang Nan was enjoying himself even more.

Though his breathing was a little strained, the fragrant warmth was intoxicating, making his nose itch.

Even the blinding sun was now completely blocked by Su Yao’s figure.

Bliss!

“Don’t… don’t rub against me!” Su Yao, open as she was, could barely take it anymore.

After all, she was just a nineteen-year-old girl—her ears were burning red.

Xiang Nan protested, feigning grievance: “I’m not moving upward—it’s you pushing down! You’re so heavy, it’s all I can do to hold on!”

With every word, his lips couldn’t help but move here and there, as if he was kissing her through the fabric.

Su Yao was about to explode. “Let me go!”

Xiang Nan: “Do you take me for a fool? Let you go?!”

Su Yao was truly desperate. “What do you want to let me go?!”

Xiang Nan replied triumphantly, “Admit defeat and I’ll let go!”

He was on the bottom, comfortable enough—not in a hurry. The one in a rush was Su Yao on top.

Her cherry lips were nearly bleeding from being bitten. “Fine! I give up!”

But Xiang Nan still didn’t release her. “Louder, so everyone can hear! You women are all fickle—no way I’ll fall for it.”

Su Yao actually laughed in exasperation—she was speechless!

But at this point, she had no choice but to yield.

Suppressing her embarrassment, Su Yao coughed and shouted, “I give up! I give up! I give up!”

Her voice rang out, clear and crisp, echoing across the entire square.

In the private box, Su Mingzhe slumped back into his seat, dumbfounded.

“She admitted defeat just like that? My daughter hasn’t even shown her real strength, has she?”

“What on earth just happened?”

Beside him, Xu Qingshan was quietly snickering, seeing through everything but saying nothing.

In his heart, he kept sighing: This Xiang Nan—perhaps not the most honorable victory, but at least he didn’t disappoint!

Down below, Xu Jiya finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Whatever the outcome, the fight had ended with restraint—neither had gone too far, and that was enough.

No matter how reluctant he was, Xiang Nan had to let go of Su Yao’s wrists.

But as soon as she was free, Su Yao pounced like a wildcat and sank her teeth into Xiang Nan’s arm.

Vengeance sated, she dusted off her hands and stood up, her cheeks still flushed.

“That’s what you owe me!”

Xiang Nan rubbed his arm in pain.

This wildcat was really wild—those crimson tooth marks would never fade.

Hmph! Women—always changing their moods in an instant!

At this point, Su Mingzhe could no longer hold back.

Dark-faced, he roared, “This doesn’t count! The match doesn’t count!”

“That boy used dirty tricks—he’s only at level one, while my daughter Su Yao is level two with seven stars! There’s no way she could lose to him!”

“So I propose the last round be redone!”

A few disciples loyal to the Su family chimed in: “Rematch! Rematch! Rematch…”

Xiang Nan was still rubbing his arm, a thousand mythical beasts stampeding through his heart.

Good grief! I was nearly smothered, my arm’s been savaged, and you think you can just call for a rematch? Where’s the sense of honor?

Just as he was about to speak up, Su Yao stepped forward.

“Lost is lost! If we’re going to judge by rank, we could just display our levels and be done with it—what’s the point of a tournament?”

“Today, I, Su Yao, lost—and I admit it, fair and square!”

She had only come back to the country for this event because she couldn’t refuse Su Mingzhe’s insistence—never intending to become the Young Leader of the Eagle Alliance.

But to lose to a first-level martial artist—that truly exceeded her expectations.

In the private box, Su Mingzhe nearly choked with rage. “Su Yao! Stop this nonsense! Do the match over!”

Su Yao rolled her eyes. “Rematch my foot! I, Su Yao, keep my word! Anyone who wants a rematch can do it themselves!”

With that, she turned away, ignoring Su Mingzhe completely.

Her straightforwardness won her a wave of newfound respect—even Xiang Nan viewed this wild-hearted girl in a new light.

At this moment, Xu Jiya had already rushed up to the stage in excitement, helping Xiang Nan to his feet.

“Brother Xiang Nan, are you alright?”

Xiang Nan didn’t even know how to answer—what could possibly be wrong with him? At worst, he was just a little short of breath.

Truth be told, it was all thanks to the iron vest Xu Jiya had given him—if not for that, Su Yao’s Dragon Claw would surely have landed.

And if that had happened, winning this match would have been much harder.