Be A Global Beast Master By System Bugs

C31 - An Even More Intense Battle

"Sorry, little brother, that won't do."

After knocking Zhou Mu's dagger aside, Demolishor didn't press the attack but instead began to mock him.

Meanwhile, Jinzi and Gator were locked in combat, their battle fiercely contested and nowhere near conclusion.

The dagger lay a mere three meters away, yet Zhou Mu didn't dare to move an inch.

The woman was too quick; any sudden motion would invite a swift and painful reprisal.

"You're a virgin, and I'm single by birth. We could have a more profound exchange," Demolishor said, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear with a gentleness that could captivate countless men.

But Zhou Mu was in no mood for allure, his chest and arms aching with the desire to give this woman a thrashing.

"Heh, are you saying you're single after having a child? Is the father of your child a black man?"

Zhou Mu scoffed, then had a mock epiphany, "Actually, that can't be right. Black men tend to vanish the moment they learn their girlfriend is pregnant, long before the child arrives."

"You! Scoundrel! How dare you insult me with such lowly slander!"

Demolishor's face turned icy at Zhou Mu's words, her bright eyes flashing with lethal intent.

Any woman would bristle at such an insult, akin to equating a pure goddess with a prostitute. The goddess would be lenient not to smite him then and there.

"So, you do get angry," Zhou Mu noted, toning down his rhetoric as he realized he had gone too far.

"Let me educate you on what respect means."

No sooner had he spoken than Demolishor lunged at him.

Her long legs lashed out like steel whips, slicing through the air with a piercing screech.

An ordinary Animal Whisperer would be dead on impact.

But Zhou Mu was no ordinary man; with strength, agility, and constitution all at a perfect score of 100, he could take the hit.

Bang!

Zhou Mu stepped back, catching Demolishor's strike with unwavering resolve.

But he didn't stop there. His hands quivered, shifting from brute force to fluid motion, gliding up her calf like a swimming fish.

"You!" Demolishor let out a startled cry, struggling to free his leg, but Zhou Mu's hands clung to her like they were covered in suction cups.

The heat was intense, like flames engulfing her.

The pain was sharp, like electricity coursing through her veins.

As Zhou Mu's hands glided upward, Demolishor shivered involuntarily, a blush creeping across her pale, delicate cheeks.

She had never felt such searing heat before and was at a loss for what to do.

Zhou Mu caught every nuance of her reaction. There's a saying: strike when the enemy is sick. A lethal intent flashed in his eyes as he pressed down hard on a critical pressure point.

"Ah!"

A scream escaped Demolishor's lips, laced with an undefinable undertone.

She trembled uncontrollably, her body momentarily going limp.

Zhou Mu's strike hit its mark without a hint of mercy.

He clenched his fingers into a fist and slammed it down with ferocity.