Chapter 352: Man and Woman Fighting

"Boom!"

The lake water ahead suddenly churned up giant waves!

Layer upon layer, roaring and thundering, baring fangs and brandishing claws, they were like ancient giant beasts in a towering rage, or like one towering mountain after another about to collapse, pressing down upon the group!

Just as Luo Zijun prepared to unleash his projectile skill once more, he was instantly struck by the giant waves and driven to the bottom of the lake.

The others behind him were also scattered apart.

A massive black shadow suddenly appeared at the bottom of the lake, opening its blood-red maw and sucking in the lake water.

A terrifying suction force instantly enveloped the group.

Before they could even react, a massive whirlpool swept them in and sent them into a shimmering silver iron net at the bottom of the lake.

The group of nine was instantly caught in the net.

Just as everyone was holding their weapons and preparing to use their respective skills, Wang Qiangzhuang made a gesture and shook his head at them.

Consequently, the iron net closed, trapping all nine of them inside.

The massive black shadow at the bottom of the lake vanished rapidly, and the iron net suddenly moved, beginning to drag the group toward a small island in the center of the lake.

Clearly, this was an opportunity.

The other party had not intended to put them to death.

The mesh of the iron net was covered in sharp spikes, but it was not closed too tightly, leaving plenty of space for the nine of them in the middle.

However, the distance to the small island in the center of the lake was not short, and the nine of them had to hold their breath the entire way, endure the jolting, and be careful of the spikes on the mesh.

Luo Zijun took out his Dagger, cut the spikes on the mesh behind him one by one, and only then leaned back securely, using his two hands and two feet to lock tightly onto the mesh behind him.

Seeing this, the others also began to clear the spikes around them.

As Luo Zijun was looking up to observe the black shadow at the very top of the iron net, he suddenly felt the water ripple, and a soft, delicate body lunged over and landed in his arms.

Luo Zijun looked down and saw it was that young girl from the Wanjian Sect named Lu Yao!

At this moment, the young girl was tilting her flushed cheeks, bubbles constantly escaping her mouth, looking as if she could no longer hold her breath, her watery eyes looking at him as if pleading for help.

"Get lost!"

Luo Zijun's lips moved, silently spitting out the word "get lost," and then he unceremoniously swung his fist, smashing it into her face.

At such a life-or-death moment, they were neither related nor friends, yet she had the nerve to come and ask him for help?

Is your senior brother a dead man?

"Bang!"

One punch was not enough, so Luo Zijun threw a second one.

At this moment, he seemed to have suddenly rediscovered his original self: a hard-as-steel man who never goes soft on women!

After being hit twice, Lu Yao actually wrapped herself around him all at once and bit down on his shoulder!

Her teeth were sharp, piercing into his flesh.

Luo Zijun shivered in pain, and instantly, anger rose from his heart and malice grew from his guts; he wrapped his legs tightly around the iron net behind him, freed both hands, grabbed her hair with one hand, and clenched his other hand into a fist, raining several blows onto her head.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three punches in a row, the water rippled.

While Lu Yao bit down hard on his shoulder, she also swung her fists and began pounding on his head.

The two of them went back and forth, fighting silently, neither showing any mercy.

The others all around watched, dumbfounded.

Lu Jianchen wanted to come over to intervene, but he feared that if he let go of the iron net, his body would be uncontrollably dragged by the moving net and thrown onto the spikes, so he could only anxiously wave one hand and move his mouth frantically, telling the two to stop.

Get lost!

After the two of them wrestled and fought for a while longer, Luo Zijun forcefully pried open her mouth, then smashed a fist into her chin, took the opportunity to free one foot, and kicked her hard in the stomach, finally kicking her flying away.

Just as she was about to collide with the spikes on the opposite side of the iron net, Wang Qiangzhuang, who was nearby, was quick-witted and fast-handed; he grabbed her clothes and pulled her over.

Lu Yao steadied herself on the nearby iron net, her hair disheveled, glaring at Luo Zijun opposite her with a face full of rage.

Luo Zijun touched the wound and blood on his shoulder and unleashed a series of silent curses at her.

Seeing this, Song Erlang hurriedly waved at Lu Yao with a face full of enthusiasm, signaling her to come over, his lips moving as if saying: "Miss Lu, come here to me, I will help you breathe."

Who would have thought that while he was still waving, a flying knife suddenly flew from Lu Yao's hand, carrying a trail of water ripples toward his mouth.

Because the distance was too close and Song Erlang was completely unprepared, he was startled and hurriedly jerked his head aside, narrowly avoiding the flying knife, but a shallow bloodstain was still carved into his cheek.

Seeing this, everyone's expression changed.

Meng Yang immediately opened his mouth wide and began cursing, and although there was no sound, it was clear he was very angry.

The others also wore expressions of anger.

Lu Jianchen was both shocked and ashamed, not knowing how his junior sister had suddenly become so overbearing and unreasonable, and why she was inexplicably entangling herself with that playboy.

Wang Qiangzhuang looked solemn, his gaze glaring sternly at Lu Yao beside him.

Yet Lu Yao continued to glare at Luo Zijun opposite her as if no one else were there, seemingly not caring at all about the gazes of the others.

Crazy woman!

Luo Zijun cursed silently, withdrew his gaze, and did not look at her again.

This woman was absolutely crazy!

All along the way, she had ignored him, maintaining the haughty air of an elite disciple from a major sect, showing particular disdain for a playboy like him, and even speaking as if she were snorting through her nose; who would have thought that now, she would suddenly and inexplicably entangle herself with him, take the initiative to mount him, wrap herself around him, bite him, and even want him to help her with mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.