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Du Rui, an exceptionally forgetful reader, finds himself transmigrated into one of the top male harem stallion novels, but as the antagonist. Now inhabiting the role of Xue Xinyu, the cunning villain, Du Rui struggles to maintain his s...
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Liang Zhiguan's return journey through the cavernous expanse was punctuated by distant sounds of commotion, echoing through the stone halls like the ominous harbinger of a storm. Hastening his pace, he soon stumbled upon a startling and rather alarming tableau: Yuan Jiayi, her eyes alight with a menacing gleam, brandishing Junjie's sword and pressing the blade menacingly against his calf.
The realisation hit Liang Zhiguan like a bolt from the blue, a confirmation of both Xue Xinyu's suspicions and his own growing doubts. Without a moment's hesitation, he sprang into action, commanding his sword with a flourish that would make even the most jaded swordmaster green with envy. With a swift and decisive strike, he knocked the weapon from Yuan Jiayi's grasp, the clang of metal echoing through the cavern as if to herald the onset of an even greater drama.
The other disciples, seizing the moment like kids scrambling for candy at a piñata party, launched an enthusiastic assault on Yuan Jiayi. But she, displaying the finesse of a seasoned dancer dodging wayward partners, swiftly evaded their clumsy strikes and retaliated with an agility that left them gawping.
Liang Zhiguan, recognizing the escalating danger and the general ineptitude of his comrades, hastily erected a shimmering barrier to shield himself from the chaos. With a dramatic flourish that would make any stage actor proud, he dispatched his sword to flank Yuan Jiayi, hoping to catch her off guard.
Despite Liang Zhiguan's tactical manoeuvre that would have made Sun Tzu nod in approval, Yuan Jiayi deflected the incoming blade with a flick of her wrist, her dexterity bordering on the supernatural. The Hongyan disciples, not to be outdone, unleashed a torrent of flames upon her, transforming the cave into a veritable inferno. Yet, like a cat casually sidestepping a puddle, she dodged their fiery onslaught with practised ease.
With a dramatic burst of energy that sent debris flying like confetti at a chaotic birthday party, Yuan Jiayi blasted a hole through the cave wall. The sudden escape route was like a red carpet rolled out just for her. She made her getaway with the elegance of a figure skater, disappearing into the night as the disciples stumbled and tripped over each other in hot pursuit, looking more like a troop of disoriented penguins than skilled warriors.
Meanwhile, Xue Xinyu watched the unfolding spectacle with a bemused smirk, his eyebrows inching ever higher in disbelief. Who would have thought their day would involve chasing down a shapeshifting demon of such unexpected flair? Fortunately for them, it seemed her strength lay more in deception and acrobatics than in raw, brute force.
The group, now united in their frantic pursuit, chased after Yuan Jiayi with the fervour of kids chasing an ice cream truck. Despite their best efforts to launch mid-air attacks that looked impressive in theory but less so in execution, they struggled to maintain their balance, ending up in a haphazard jumble that resembled a chaotic circus troupe rather than a cohesive attack force.
Undeterred by their clumsy antics, they devised a cunning plan to trap Yuan Jiayi. They would converge from different angles, hoping to corner her like a particularly elusive rabbit. Yuan Jiayi, sensing their intentions, veered towards the familiar forest they had traversed earlier. She touched down amidst the trees with a graceful landing that belied her evident exhaustion. Despite her fatigue, she prepared for a fierce counterattack as the disciples, swords gleaming, closed in on her like a pack of determined hounds.
Sensing her vulnerability, the disciples intensified their assault, their strikes coming faster and more furiously than before. They pressed forward relentlessly, their confidence bolstered by the sight of her laboured breaths and faltering movements.
After what seemed like an eternity of relentless strikes, Yuan Jiayi finally fell to her knees, her breath ragged and laboured. With a defiant glare that could have melted ice, she bellowed, "YOU!" Her attempt to rise was valiant but ultimately futile, as she faltered and fell back to the ground, her strength clearly waning.
Believing victory to be within their grasp, the disciples advanced, their swords poised for the final blow. Liang Zhiguan, ever the cautious strategist, maintained a watchful distance, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any potential surprises.
It was amid this tense standoff that he heard it—a faint yet unmistakable sound, like the distant rumble of thunder on a clear day. A series of heavy footsteps echoed ominously from behind, each thud resonating through the ground and causing it to quiver subtly, as if in anticipation of some great and terrible force approaching.
With each step, the earth seemed to tremble a little more, hinting at the impending arrival of an unknown threat. Liang Zhiguan's heart quickened, his mind racing through possible scenarios. Could this be a new adversary, or perhaps an ally come to turn the tide? Whatever the case, the thundering footsteps grew louder, each one a harbinger of something monumental and imminent, promising to change the course of their confrontation with a force that neither he nor his companions had anticipated.
