129: Chapter 129 The Inner Core is Poisonous? Principal, Don't Come Any Closer!

Lin Fan clutched his stomach and bent over.

His face turned deep red.

The evil fire inside him was burning brighter and brighter.

It was completely out of control, rushing toward his lower body.

He stared wide-eyed at the Rakshasa before him.

His gaze moved downwards involuntarily.

Inside her black windbreaker was a tight, wine-red skirt that hugged her hips.

Her long legs were wrapped in black silk stockings.

Her high heels made crisp sounds on the floor.

Top-tier.

Absolutely top-tier.

Usually, when Lin Fan looked at the Rakshasa, he only felt she was a violent maniac who could fight.

Now, looking at the Rakshasa, he felt she was a femme fatale radiating fatal temptation.

All sorts of messy, pixelated images flashed crazily in his mind.

"Holy crap."

"Is this inner core ripe?"

"Why do I want to commit a crime after eating it!"

Lin Fan muttered through gritted teeth.

The Rakshasa sneered.

She grabbed Lin Fan by the back of his collar.

She lifted him up just like picking up a chick.

"Inner core of a Level 6 peak mutated corpse demon."

"And it has the Berserk attribute."

"Did you think it was a candy bean you could just eat?"

"That thing contains the most primitive mating impulses and bloodthirsty desires of a demon beast."

"You haven't ripped your clothes off and turned into a horny male dog on the spot, so consider your physical fitness tough."

The Rakshasa looked back at Xia Wanqiu and Murong Yan, who were still in a daze.

"You two follow as well."

"This kid is extremely dangerous right now."

"If things go wrong, he might just wreck the school's women's restroom."

Xia Wanqiu's pretty face flushed bright red instantly.

Murong Yan's eyes lit up.

There's actually such a good thing?

If this kid dared to act recklessly, she would have a reason to beat him up!

The Rakshasa tapped her toes on the ground and took off into the air with Lin Fan, heading straight for the building with the Principal's office.

In mid-air, hit by the cold wind, Lin Fan didn't calm down; instead, he felt even more heated.

His nose was filled with the faint, mature scent of a woman on the Rakshasa, mixed with the smell of some high-end perfume.

It was stimulating his hormones crazily.

He tried hard to control his hands from wandering.

"Principal."

"Where did you buy this perfume?"

"It's quite intoxicating."

"Also, the quality of your black silk stockings is not bad."

"They aren't from Pinduoduo for nine-ninety including shipping, right?"

"I feel like they'd be easy to tear."

Lin Fan started babbling nonsense.

The Rakshasa glanced down at him, her eyes full of killing intent.

"Say one more word, and I'll throw you down from here."

"Let you experience the feeling of face-braking."

Lin Fan shut up.

But the expression on his face was one of extreme enjoyment.

Being threatened by a Level 7 Martial Emperor.

This feeling was too stimulating!

A few minutes later, the four landed on the balcony of the Principal's office.

The Rakshasa threw Lin Fan onto the large leather sofa.

Lin Fan twisted his body on the sofa, his hands tugging at his collar.

Several buttons on his shirt flew off, revealing well-defined abdominal and chest muscles, with fresh, pink flesh that had just healed remaining on them.

Xia Wanqiu ran in behind them, panting, her huge, soft chest heaving violently, which made Lin Fan's eyes go straight.

"Class Monitor."

"Stop shaking."

"I'm getting dizzy."

"Why don't you come over and let me hug you."

"Just for a second."

Lin Fan reached out his hands, his face full of longing.

Xia Wanqiu was scared and took two steps back, covering her chest with her hands.

Her face was red enough to drip blood.

"Brother Fan, stop messing around!"

"You are very abnormal right now!"

Murong Yan stepped forward, clenching her fists, her knuckles cracking.

"Sis."

"Is he in heat?"

"Should I help him with a physical castration?"

"Guaranteed to be a one-time solution."

Murong Yan stared at Lin Fan's lower body, her eyes extremely dangerous.

Lin Fan was so scared he squeezed his legs together tightly.

"You vicious woman!"

"I'm preparing for the continuation of humanity!"

"You don't know a damn thing!"

The Rakshasa walked behind the desk, opened the drawer, and took out a pair of special black brass knuckles.

The surface of the brass knuckles was covered with fine barbs, flashing with a ghostly blue light.

It looked like high-end gear at first glance.

"Alright, enough nonsense."

"This Berserk power must be dissipated through intense external strikes."

"Otherwise, his blood vessels will burst."

"And his mind will completely turn into a beast."

The Rakshasa put the brass knuckles on her right hand and loosened her wrist, a cruel smile forming at the corner of her mouth.

"Lin Fan."

"Don't you like getting beaten up?"

"Today, I'll let you have enough fun."

When Lin Fan heard this, the evil fire in his eyes was instantly replaced by excitement.

He sat up from the sofa with a jolt, ripped off the shirt that had already become rags on his upper body, and opened his arms, revealing his solid chest.

"Come!"

"Don't be polite, Principal!"

"Hit me to death!"

"If you don't beat me until I'm comfortable today."

"You're my granddaughter!"

The smile on the Rakshasa's face vanished instantly, veins throbbing on her forehead.

This kid's mouth was truly asking for it!

"I'll grant your wish!"

Boom!

The expensive carpet under the Rakshasa's feet instantly turned to dust.

She transformed into a black lightning bolt, appearing in front of Lin Fan in an instant.

Her right fist, wearing the brass knuckles, smashed fiercely into Lin Fan's chest.

Bang!

A dull, loud noise echoed in the office.

The leather sofa under Lin Fan exploded directly, with sponges and leather scraps flying everywhere.

He smashed through the floor and fell into the conference room downstairs.

Xia Wanqiu screamed and covered her eyes, not daring to look.

Murong Yan, however, excitedly lay on the edge of the hole looking down.

[Ding! Received a heavy blow from a high-level Martial Emperor!]

[Berserk power is being physically dispersed!]

[Pain Conversion LV2 triggered! All attributes increased by 20%!]

[Defense Level experience + 8000!]

From downstairs came Lin Fan's extremely lascivious scream.

"Ah!"

"Comfortable!"

"Principal, your strength is amazing!"

"It's just that these brass knuckles are a bit prickly."

"Can you change to a bigger hammer?"

"This feels like acupuncture, I don't feel anything!"

The Rakshasa stood at the edge of the hole, trembling with rage.

A full-power blow from a Level 7 Martial Emperor, plus the special armor-piercing brass knuckles.

This kid actually complained that he didn't feel anything!

"You are courting death!"

The Rakshasa jumped down.

Immediately after, dense explosions came from downstairs.

The entire office building was shaking violently.

Large chunks of wall plaster were falling off.

Alarms were ringing wildly.

The administrative building of Modu Martial Arts University had really suffered a great disaster today.

Below the Principal's office on the top floor, the rumbling sounds were continuous.

The whole building was trembling.

The security guards and teachers downstairs all ran out, looking up with necks craned, their faces full of horror.

"What's going on?"

"Is it a terrorist attack?"

"Did demon beasts break in?"

"Bullshit!"

"That's Principal Luo's office!"

"Who would dare to go there and act wild!"

"I just heard a man's scream!"

"And it sounded quite… sultry?"

Inside the administrative building, the luxury conference room had been completely turned into ruins.

The huge solid wood conference table was shattered into slag.

All the leather chairs were destroyed.

The walls were covered with terrifying spiderweb-like cracks.

The Rakshasa took off her black windbreaker, wearing only a tight black turtleneck base layer.

Her proud bust was outlined perfectly.

Her forehead was covered with fine sweat beads, her breathing was rapid, and her chest was heaving violently.

The brass knuckles on her right hand had two barbs broken off.

She stared fixedly at Lin Fan, who was lying in the center of the ruins, her eyes full of disbelief.

Lin Fan was lying splayed out in the pile of rubble.

His whole body was covered in blood holes left by the brass knuckles.

Dense and numerous.

It looked extremely creepy.

However, those blood holes were not only not bleeding, but were wriggling and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Muscle fibers were reorganizing, and bones were making crisp, bean-popping sounds.

The most ridiculous thing was this kid's expression.

His eyes were slightly closed, the corners of his mouth were raised wildly, and strange, whimpering sounds came from his throat.

It was completely a look of extreme enjoyment!

[Ding! Received continuous high-intensity physical strikes!]

[Berserk power has been absorbed by 50%!]

[Defense Level experience + 5000!]

[Defense Level experience + 6000!]

[Congratulations Host! Awakened new resistance: Berserk Resistance LV1!]

[Berserk Resistance LV1: Immune to all low-level mental chaos states. When receiving Berserk-type attacks, absorb a portion of energy and convert it into your own stamina!]

Awesome!

This is what life is supposed to be!

Lin Fan opened his eyes, looked at the panting Rakshasa, and licked his lips.

"Principal."

"You're not good enough."

"Are you stopping now?"

"The fire in my body hasn't fully subsided yet!"

"Are you lacking exercise?"

"How about getting a gym membership!"

The Rakshasa almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

She was a dignified Level 7 high-level Martial Emperor.

She had been hitting him for a full ten minutes.

Her hands were sore.

This kid not only didn't die, but was instead full of vigor, taunting her for not being good enough!

If this got out, her name, Rakshasa, would become a joke in the ability world!

"You little bastard!"

"I'm going to beat you into a photo and hang you on the wall today!"

The Rakshasa completely went berserk.

Blinding dark red spiritual power exploded from her body.

The air in the entire conference room was instantly sucked dry.

The powerful pressure caused Xia Wanqiu and Murong Yan, who were standing at the edge of the hole upstairs, to collapse to the ground.

Even breathing became difficult.

"Sis! You've gone crazy!"

"You'll kill him!"

Murong Yan shouted.

She knew her sister too well.

This was definitely triggered by real fire.

She had even used her trump card martial art.

The Rakshasa couldn't hear anything.

She raised her right fist high.

The dark red spiritual power condensed into a huge Sky Wolf phantom on her fist, emitting a deafening roar.

"Sky Wolf Breaking Army Fist!"

The Rakshasa roared, carrying the momentum to destroy everything, and punched toward Lin Fan's head.

Lin Fan didn't dodge; instead, he took the initiative to move his head toward the fist.

He even activated [Mask of the God of Taunt]!

Buzz!

The Rakshasa only felt that the Lin Fan in front of her instantly turned into a pile of indescribable dog shit.

Extremely punchable.

Extremely disgusting.

The anger in her heart soared by another factor.

Her power increased by another 30%!

Boom—!!!

The entire floor where the conference room was located was blown into a huge hole.

Violent shockwaves swept through the surroundings.

The glass curtain walls were all shattered, turning into a sky full of crystal raindrops falling.

The commotion of this strike was too great, alarming the entire upper echelon of Modu Martial Arts University.

Several powerful auras rushed over from all directions.

The dust settled.

The Rakshasa stood at the edge of the large pit, panting heavily.

Her hands supported her knees.

Her base layer was completely soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her body, revealing the faint black lace edge.

That scene was extremely hot.

But no one had the time to appreciate it now.

At the bottom of the large pit, Lin Fan's half body was buried in the rubble.

A huge bump swelled up on his head, still emitting heat.

He stared blankly at the ceiling for a full ten seconds.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth and burst into a burst of extremely rampant laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

"Satisfying!"

"Too damn satisfying!"

"Principal, this punch of yours has that flavor!"

"It went straight into the depths of the soul!"

[Ding! Received a fatal, destructive blow!]

[Pain Conversion LV2 limit triggered! All attributes skyrocketed by 30%!]

[Thorn Armor triggered! Rebound 200% real damage!]

[Defense Level experience + 120000!]

[Berserk power fully absorbed!]

[Congratulations Host! Defense Level increased to LV36!]

[Congratulations Host! Defense Level increased to LV37!]