65: Chapter 65 The Real Information Gap

"Good! Go for it, White Wolf Girl!"

"If it were me, I definitely wouldn't dare fight a Yao with a higher rank than mine, especially not the Young Lord of the Wolf Demon Clan."

"Don't say that. What if, and I'm just saying what if... she wins?"

"Haha, I dare say that the Wolf Demon Clan would lose all face. However, that's impossible!"

"You downstairs, do you dare bet a bottle of wine with me?"

"Hahaha, I'm in a good mood, so a bet it is. What wine are we betting?"

"Drunken Immortal Brew."

"...Cough, cough, sorry for bothering you upstairs... I don't have that much money..."

...

The design of Juxian Restaurant was quite interesting; the bottom center was a massive circular lobby, and diners sat around its perimeter.

The hollowed-out design of the building allowed diners on the higher floors to clearly see the sparring matches below.

"It seems these duels are also a form of entertainment for the diners at Juxian Restaurant..."

Xing Yaoyan thought to herself.

She looked seriously at the relaxed Leng Xiaoyue before her, her emotions not wavering in the slightest despite his contempt.

Since you're so confident, I'll strive to finish you within three moves...

The White Wolf Girl slowly extended her jade-like right hand, palm facing forward, and then began walking step by step toward the young man ahead.

At first, Leng Xiaoyue didn't think much of the White Wolf Girl's actions. After all, no Demonic Power fluctuated around her. If he were hit by such a light palm, he would have thought she was flirting.

"Hmm?"

But soon, he realized something was wrong.

As the White Wolf Girl walked forward, a golden light gradually began to glow on her extended right hand.

Although there was still no Demonic Power fluctuation, Leng Xiaoyue had a premonition that if he were touched by that golden-glowing hand, the outcome would be miserable.

Thus, at the very moment Xing Yaoyan's hand was about to touch his shoulder, Leng Xiaoyue quickly stepped back half a pace, dodging the seemingly light strike.

"That's one move."

Leng Xiaoyue now felt that he had been overconfident earlier.

But since he had already started acting tough, he had to see it through even if he had to do it on his knees. He would let her have three moves first, then use his rank advantage to finish her quickly...

"Oh? That move of mine isn't over yet."

The girl's ethereal voice came from behind the young man.

"When did she—?!"

Leng Xiaoyue was suddenly startled.

The girl in front of him had somehow turned into mist and vanished from the spot.

Before he could react, that golden-glowing hand was already pressed against his shoulder.

A massive suction force emanated from the golden light.

Danger! Danger!

Leng Xiaoyue couldn't care less about the three-move agreement anymore. He immediately erupted with all his Demonic Power, turning into an afterimage to break free from the girl's control.

"Tsk!"

Xing Yaoyan clicked her tongue inwardly.

She had walked so slowly on purpose just to have time to place a mark on a pebble behind Leng Xiaoyue. Finally, when he let his guard down, she used the combo of 'Mist Form' and 'Swap' to catch him off guard.

Unfortunately, he was a Rank 3 after all; taking him down so easily was still too difficult.

"You... which tribe of our Wolf Demon Clan are you from?!"

After this exchange, Leng Xiaoyue no longer possessed his previous leisure and confidence.

The Wolf Demon Clan was subdivided into many tribes. He belonged to the Fengyue Wolf Yao, and his Innate Talent was 'Moon Chasing'.

Simply put, it could revert his own state to a previous point in time, and this skill's Demonic Power consumption was significantly reduced under moonlight.

Such an Innate Talent required a lot of Demonic Power under normal conditions. With his strength, he could only use it three times at most, and each time he could only revert to a state within the previous two seconds.

But seeing this girl use that strange golden light to absorb someone else's Demonic Power without even breaking a sweat, it seemed as if she had no consumption at all.

How could any Yao's Innate Talent have such a Heaven-Defying effect with such low consumption...

"Also... did she use Demonic Power just now... Why did I also feel a faint fluctuation of Spiritual Power? It must be an illusion..."

Leng Xiaoyue's mind was in turmoil, but Xing Yaoyan didn't care.

She didn't answer his question; after all, coming up with an excuse would take time.

Suddenly, her entire body lit up with a blinding golden light, and she charged at the still-stunned young man with an inconceivable speed.

The distance between them wasn't far to begin with. With Xing Yaoyan's sudden acceleration, Leng Xiaoyue failed to react in time and took a heavy punch from the girl head-on.

"Whoa~"

Seeing the young man flying backward, the diners present were all dumbfounded, wondering if they had seen correctly.

There were also knowledgeable people upstairs who had guessed her identity through Xing Yaoyan's strange golden light.

However, they had all received a specific message from a certain adult, so they didn't reveal it.

Being a Rank 3 after all, Leng Xiaoyue quickly adjusted his posture in mid-air and landed steadily.

Just from those few contacts with the golden light, a third of the Demonic Power in his body had already vanished!

He suppressed the shock in his heart, telling himself he couldn't fight a battle of attrition and had to end it quickly.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and instantly consumed another third of his Demonic Power to activate his Innate Talent—'Moon Chasing'.

In the next instant, he appeared at his previous position, which was now behind the White Wolf Girl.

He then gathered Demonic Power in his palm and struck toward the girl's nape, wanting to quickly incapacitate her.

"Look! It's the Innate Talent of the Fengyue Wolf Yao! That White Wolf Girl actually forced him to use his Innate Talent!"

The diners were instantly excited, but they felt a secret pity for the girl. There was nothing they could do; seeing her completely defenseless, she was clearly at a disadvantage due to the information gap.

“Bang!”

Leng Xiaoyue's strike landed on Xing Yaoyan's nape without suspense, producing a muffled thud.

"Sorry, but my skills are still superior."

Leng Xiaoyue was about to check on the girl's injuries.

After all, although he had held back, he couldn't bear to see a beauty get hurt...

"Oh? Then why don't you look behind you?"

The girl leaning forward suddenly vanished without warning.

The familiar voice rang out from behind him once again.

"How is that possible?! You clearly..."

But before he could be shocked, that golden hand grabbed his shoulder again, and the Demonic Power in his body drained rapidly.

Now, with only a third of his Demonic Power left, Leng Xiaoyue was in a dilemma. He could no longer break free by force like before, and using his Innate Talent again would cause his Demonic Power to be completely exhausted...

Ultimately, having no other choice, he slowly raised his hands.

"I surrender, you win..."