"Little girl, out buying fruit this late at night? This area is so remote — aren't you afraid of running into bad people?" When Bu Le put on a stern face, combined with his outwardly honest-looking appearance, he actually managed to come across as somewhat righteous and proper.
Xiao Wu batted her beautiful big eyes. "Uncle, are you a bad person?" Her soft, delicate voice made Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar, who were watching from not far away, feel a sudden twist in their chests. Was this really the same Xiao Wu who tossed them around like sandbags in battle? She was way too good at putting on an act. Only Tang San wore a wry smile on his face without any surprise — he had already witnessed scenes like this back at Notting Academy. When it came to deceptive charm, Xiao Wu far surpassed what Ning Rongrong had done when she first arrived at Shrek Academy. Especially the way she could adopt that innocent little-girl-next-door act — virtually no normal man could be immune to it. The difference was that a decent person seeing her like this would only feel protective affection, while someone like Bu Le could only drool.
Hearing Xiao Wu's question, Bu Le immediately declared with righteous indignation, "Uncle is of course a good person. Little girl, what's your name? How old are you?"
A faint blush of shyness rose on Xiao Wu's small face. "My name is Xiao Wu. I'm almost thirteen."
Bu Le froze for a moment, thinking to himself — almost thirteen, so that means she's only twelve? His Adam's apple bobbed heavily as he swallowed. Tender meat delivered right to his lips — if he didn't take a bite, he'd really be letting himself down.
"You're already this tall at just twelve — you're going to be a real beauty when you grow up. Xiao Wu, there aren't any fruit sellers around here. Come with uncle, and I'll take you to buy fruit, then walk you home. How about that?"
Xiao Wu smiled and nodded obediently. "Sure!"
Bu Le hadn't expected the little girl to be this easy to fool. Seeing her agree to come with him, he was overjoyed inside. His small eyes darted around, and following his memory, he headed toward a remote direction. To avoid spooking her, he forced himself not to reach for Xiao Wu's delicate little hand.
Oscar rubbed his eyes hard and poked Tang San beside him. "Xiao San, is that really Xiao Wu? Something feels off to me."
Tang San replied with an odd tone, "Back at Notting Academy, a girl at the school was harassed by some creep. This was exactly the trick Xiao Wu used. She lured the guy to a dark, secluded corner, and then it was the Eight-Stage Slam."
"The Eight-Stage Slam? What's that?" Even Dai Mubai was curious.
A flicker of fear crossed Tang San's eyes. "It's the most devastating slam technique in Xiao Wu's Soft Technique arsenal. Eight consecutive slams — once she lands the first one, there's practically no chance of resistance. That's Xiao Wu's real power. So whatever you do, don't let her get close. I'd say this creepy uncle called Bu Le is about to be treated to quite the feast. Let's hurry and follow them, just in case."
Bu Le's lust had thoroughly taken hold. With his level forty-six Soul Power, had he been his usual cautious self, he might have detected Tang San and the others tailing them. But right now, all his attention was fixed on the young, innocent-looking girl beside him — who had time to worry about anything else? Little did he know, sometimes a little girl could turn into an Asura demon.
They walked deeper and deeper into desolation. Pedestrians had all but vanished from the surroundings. Bu Le led Xiao Wu around a corner and into a dark, narrow alley.
"Uncle, where exactly are the fruit sellers? It's so dark here — I'm a little scared," Xiao Wu said in her delicate voice, sounding somewhat panicked.
Bu Le let out a greasy chuckle. "Xiao Wu, at this hour, eating fruit isn't good for your health."
Bu Le came to a stop.
Xiao Wu suddenly smiled. "Uncle, is your next line going to be—"
"Huh—" Bu Le's hand froze, his movements abruptly halting. He found himself staring into a pair of red eyes — bewitching, enchanting eyes — and his entire body instantly locked up. In the very next moment, before him there remained only a fading purple afterimage.
His neck tightened before he could even release his Martial Soul. That black scorpion braid had already coiled silently around his throat. In the next instant, Bu Le felt an enormous force wrench at his neck, and his entire body was lifted involuntarily off the ground.
Had Bu Le been a strength-type Soul Master, he might have had a chance to stabilize himself. Unfortunately, he was a Control Type. And when a Soul Master couldn't release their Martial Soul, their combat power was drastically reduced. On top of that, his stamina had already dropped to less than half. Now, Bu Le felt the world spinning around him, and in the next moment, his vision erupted into a field of stars.
Gold stars, silver stars, stars large and small — they flashed endlessly before his eyes. The violent shaking made it impossible for him to concentrate his Soul Power and release his Martial Soul. He couldn't even feel pain in his body — only a powerful, numbing sensation.
Dai Mubai, Oscar, Tang San, and Ma Hongjun emerged from the shadows. All three besides Tang San had their eyes wide open, watching the slender, delicate figure execute movements of overwhelming brutality. For the first time, they witnessed the full Eight-Stage Slam from Xiao Wu.
She had used her Teleport — the moment she vanished from before Bu Le's eyes, she was already poised and ready. Caught completely off guard, Bu Le never stood a chance. Xiao Wu's scorpion braid successfully snared his neck. And with that, the miserable fate of the creepy uncle Bu Le had officially begun.
With the braid wrapped around Bu Le's neck, Xiao Wu planted one foot against his lower back. Her first Soul Ring skill — Waist Bow — activated, channeling the force of her waist into her upper body. She snapped her neck back and thrust her foot forward, sending Bu Le's body hurtling into the air.
The scorpion braid quietly detached as Xiao Wu leaped after Bu Le's airborne form. The power behind her Waist Bow was truly terrifying — at thirty-one levels of Soul Power with a one-hundred-and-twenty-percent boost, she had launched Bu Le a full five meters skyward.
Just as Bu Le's body reached its apex — the precise moment Xiao Wu caught up — her hands seized his waist. The Waist Bow activated once more. Her slender waist bent like it would snap as she whipped his body into a rapid backward rotation. Bu Le was still trapped in the daze of Xiao Wu's Charm skill, and beyond the dizzying sensation of spinning through the air, there was nothing he could do.
Xiao Wu gripped the fabric at Bu Le's waist and spun him through the air for a full two rotations. When she descended toward the ground, the furious rotational momentum amplified by Waist Bow sent Bu Le's body plummeting earthward with a piercing, terrifying whistle.
In that instant, Tang San and the other three nearly closed their eyes in unison. The sheer force behind this aerial spinning slam was unimaginable. Xiao Wu had used it during their sparring sessions before, but back then she had flung them away while still in midair — not this full-force, ground-smashing variety.
Bu Le was especially unlucky today, running into Xiao Wre this little harpy of a girl. To make matters worse, his sleazy appearance was exactly the type Xiao Wu despised most. Holding absolutely nothing back, she struck without a shred of mercy. In Xiao Wu's mind, a creepy uncle like this who wouldn't even spare a twelve-year-old girl deserved to die.
However, Bu Le was still a Soul Ancestor above the fortieth level. After two rapid rotations, he finally broke free from Xiao Wu's Charm skill's bewilderment. Though he couldn't release his Martial Soul in time, he managed to distribute Soul Power across his body to shield himself. But in the very next moment, the violent impact shattered his gathered Soul Power like glass.
BOOM — Bu Le's body slammed flat against the ground. Xiao Wu had driven him down body-first, a completely horizontal, five-point-contact impact. Bu Le hadn't even had time to scream before blood gushed from his nose. His entire body was dazed from the slam. But that was only just the beginning.
Without a moment's pause, Xiao Wu pressed both hands against Bu Le's waist and executed a back handspring, her legs clamping down on either side of his head. Waist Bow fired again as she hurled his body forward in another devastating slam. Her hands had released, but her legs could generate even greater force — pulled along by her feet, Bu Le's body was swung through another back handspring, then smashed into the ground once more.
Xiao Wu fully demonstrated the explosive elasticity of her waist strength, using the rebound from the second slam to flip herself back and drive Bu Le into his original position. His body was like a sack being swung by her feet — six slams in total, three forward and three back, each one accompanied by the crackling of his bones.
"No way, no way, no way…" Dai Mubai and the other two's eyes tracked Bu Le's body as Xiao Wu flung it skyward with full force. Every time it slammed down, they couldn't help but cry out. Blood had splattered all the way to their feet. Finally, when Xiao Wu launched Bu Le's body into the air yet again, she didn't drive it straight into the ground — instead, she sent it spinning into midair. The Six-Stage Slam was complete. Combined with the initial Aerial Spinning Slam, that made a total of seven.