182: Chapter 182 You're no good at fighting, so it's reasonable to give you some pointers while we're at it!

Yaro was like an enraged lioness.

Her arms blurred into afterimages; elbow strikes, straight punches, hand chops... she unleashed every offensive move she could muster, raining them down furiously on Qin Feng.

"Bang! Bang! Slap!" The dull thuds of impact were incessant.

Yet the result made Yaro's heart sink into an ice cellar bit by bit.

Every one of her attacks was either casually parried by Qin Feng or simply struck empty air.

And Qin Feng's blocks struck precisely at the joints where she was exerting force, leaving her unable to follow up with subsequent attacks.

What made her even more distraught was that this bastard, in the intervals between blocking and dodging, would always inadvertently touch some part of her body.

Dodging a whip kick, his palm would "naturally" slap her thigh.

Sidestepping a straight punch, his shoulder would "just happen" to graze her chest.

She felt like she wasn't fighting for her life against an expert, but rather being teased by a hooligan!

"Bastard! I'll kill you!"

Yaro's eyes turned blood red; she had completely let go of all restraint. She suddenly stepped back and launched a vicious low kick, sweeping toward Qin Feng's supporting leg!

She was going to cripple this guy's leg!

Qin Feng sneered; this time, he didn't dodge.

He also raised his leg, unleashing a fierce and peerless whip kick that struck first despite starting later, slamming violently into Yaro's lower leg!

Yaro felt a chill in her heart; unable to change her move in time, she could only grit her teeth, channel all her strength into her right leg, and brace for the impact.

"Boom!" A dull thud. The next second.

Yaro felt as if her right leg had been struck by an iron rod, and it instantly went numb.

She couldn't control herself and crouched on the ground, frantically rubbing the painful area. It hurt! It really f***ing hurt!

Was this guy's leg made of reinforced concrete?

"Urgh..." She clutched her right leg, veins bulging on her forehead from the pain, and cold sweat instantly soaked her back.

On the other side, Qin Feng retracted his leg, barely holding back a laugh.

Yaro really knew how to think of things; trying to trade leg blows with him was like lighting a lantern in an outhouse—courting death.

In order to completely shatter her resolve.

Qin Feng turned around, faced a half-person-high rock nearby, and whipped his leg into it.

"Whoosh—" His right leg carved a sharp arc through the air, carrying a dull whistling sound.

Lanna subconsciously closed her eyes; she could already anticipate the sound of bones shattering.

But the scene that followed left both her and Yaro petrified.

"Crack... Boom!" There was no sound of bones breaking. Only the sound of rock shattering.

That rock, under Qin Feng's whip kick, first developed spiderweb-like cracks. Then, with a loud bang, it shattered completely!

Gravel splattered everywhere, and dust filled the air.

Under the glow of the campfire, Qin Feng slowly retracted his leg and brushed the dust off his trousers, as if he had merely kicked away a small pebble on the roadside.

The scene fell into a deathly silence. Only the "crackling" sound of the campfire remained.

Lanna's mouth hung wide open, and her eyes were wide as brass bells.

She knew the Chef was powerful, but she didn't expect him to be powerful to this extent.

This... is this f***ing power a human can possess? Is this even a human leg? This is clearly a giant iron hammer!

Yaro was even more struck by lightning; she stared blankly at the pile of shattered rocks, her hand clutching her right leg, having even forgotten the pain.

She finally understood. It turned out that when the other party was fighting her just now, he hadn't used any real strength at all. He had been playing with her the whole time.

Just like when a cat catches a mouse; it doesn't eat it right away, but plays with it first until the mouse is completely desperate.

If that kick just now hadn't landed on the rock, but on her...

Yaro didn't dare to think further; a chill shot from the soles of her feet straight to her crown.

In this instant, her proud fighting techniques, the Killing Techniques she relied on for survival, were nothing but a joke in the face of this man's absolute power.

Her confidence... was shattered at this moment, along with that broken rock.

"You lost." Qin Feng's voice came over calmly.

"It doesn't matter, you still have plenty of opportunities."

He walked back to the campfire, sat down again, picked up a branch, and unhurriedly continued roasting his lamb leg. It was as if the person who had just kicked a boulder to pieces wasn't him at all.

Yaro slumped on the ground, dejected. She had lost. Lost completely, without any suspense.

She looked at her leg that was still throbbing with pain, then looked at the man roasting meat leisurely, and for the first time, a sense of powerlessness welled up in her heart.

However, she would absolutely not give up. If she couldn't beat him, there were other opportunities!

She was the "Snow Wolf," a warrior who had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Despair would only make her even calmer.

She reined in all her emotions, searching only for that sliver of survival. A direct confrontation was a dead end. Therefore, she would have to rely on her brains.

Her gaze inadvertently swept over the steed not far away. Yaro's heart stirred slightly.

She came from Yang Country, a people on horseback. Once she was on a horse, the Gobi Desert would be her domain.

At this very moment, a plan quietly sprouted in her heart.

Just then, the aroma of meat drifted over.

Lanna walked up to her holding a skewer of lamb that was sizzling with oil. Her eyes were complex—a little bit of sympathy, but more of an indescribable scrutiny.

"Eat, save some strength." Lanna handed the meat skewer over.

If this had been just a moment ago, Yaro definitely would have knocked the skewer to the ground. But now, she just stared silently at the meat for two seconds, then took it.

She needed to restore her energy. Dignity couldn't fill her stomach, nor could it help her escape.

She didn't say thank you, just lowered her head and, like a starving wild beast, tore fiercely into the piping hot lamb.

Her eating manner wasn't elegant, even a bit savage. Lanna looked at her appearance, pursed her lips, and the bit of sympathy that had just risen in her heart vanished instantly.

Serves you right! Let that teach you to fight with me over a man!

She turned and walked back to the campfire, looking at Qin Feng, who was closing his eyes to rest, and felt a surge of irritation again. This stinky Chef, he only knew how to put on an act; he had clearly taken advantage of someone, yet now he acted like nothing had happened.

After finishing the lamb, Yaro felt she had recovered some strength. She ignored everyone else, instead leaning against a rock, crossing her arms over her chest, and closing her eyes. She was waiting, waiting for an opportunity to escape.

The night deepened, and the temperature in the Gobi Desert plummeted. Although the light of the campfire was warm, it couldn't dispel the cold that seeped into the marrow.

Lanna's injuries hadn't fully healed yet, and her constitution was already weak; at this moment, she was shivering from the cold, her teeth chattering.

She glanced at Qin Feng, who was sleeping like a dead pig nearby, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately, her body's instinct overcame her slight reserve.

She moved over quietly, like a kitten seeking a heat source, and cautiously snuggled into Qin Feng's arms. Hmm, this "human heater" was still the best.

In his sleep, Qin Feng felt a soft body press against him and subconsciously stretched out his arm, pulling the person tightly into his embrace. Hmm... the feel was nice.

He thought groggily that this Russian Girl was fleshy, warm to hold, and soft. Just like a giant body pillow.

The two embraced tightly, their breathing gradually becoming steady and long. Don't know how much time passed, the campfire gradually extinguished, leaving only a pile of sparks flickering. Finally... Yaro, who had been feigning sleep against the rock, slowly opened her eyes.