The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness

Chapter 50, The Result of Training

“Young master~ what are you doing here~”

The crescent was curved.

The eye was beautiful.

But at this moment, Mu En felt like a little white rabbit targeted by a predator, his blood running cold, his heart unable to stop shivering.

“An… how did you find me?”

“Hehe, I could smell the young master’s scent from ten meters away~”

So, is it because the sickly delicate ones are so powerful that world peace depends on you all?

Not thinking too much about it, Mu En’s muscles suddenly tensed.

He certainly wasn’t naive enough to pin all his hopes on the option of “sneaking away,” so he had long been prepared for a face-to-face encounter with An again.

The training he had undergone day and night in the dark book was not in vain!

Bang!

Mu En slammed his fist against the cabinet door.

The already old cabinet door let out a mournful cry under the sudden pressure, detaching from the cabinet and crashing towards An, who was bracing against it.

An seemed not to expect Mu En to suddenly strike, and the force was greater than she anticipated; caught off guard, she was pushed back step by step.

Mu En seized the opportunity, leaping out from the cabinet, then kicked fiercely at the cabinet door.

The metal door instantly caved in, and An, behind the door, was sent crashing against the wall like a bird with broken wings, wrapped in the cabinet door.

“Sorry.”

Mu En whispered an apology and then turned to slip away.

However, An did not seem inclined to let him escape so easily.

With a loud bang, the battered cabinet door, having been abused several times, was once again sent flying by a tremendous force, quickly crashing towards the fleeing Mu En. Mu En had no choice but to stop his escape, sidestepping to avoid it.

In the moment when the cabinet door brushed past him, he suddenly noticed a ghostly figure tightly pressed against the back of the door.

An!

Taking advantage of the cabinet door’s cover, An swiftly closed in, the blade in her hand glinting coldly as it mercilessly stabbed towards Mu En’s abdomen.

“Don’t worry, young master. I anticipated this scene long ago, so I specifically studied human anatomy. I won’t hit any vital spots,” An said expressionlessly.

“That’s even scarier!”

Mu En panicked for a moment but quickly regained his composure.

Without much thought, as if by instinct, he naturally raised the machete in his hand to meet the incoming blade.

Clang.

Clang.

Clang.

The blades clashed, sparks flying, creating countless impenetrable afterimages in the air.

An’s assault was like a torrential rain, pressing in step by step. The blade in her hand seemed like an extension of her arm, each swing approaching perfection.

But,

Even so, An suddenly realized that she was unable to harm Mu En in the slightest.

The machete in Mu En’s hand moved as if he had been playing with it since childhood, effortlessly fending off her suffocating attacks, and somehow, there seemed to be a hint of counterattack?

But the young master had never held a kitchen knife under her watch (crossed out) protection; how could he wield the machete so skillfully?

Self-taught?

An found it hard to understand.

Just as she couldn’t fathom how Mu En had escaped from the cage.

“Young master, when did you become so skilled? Have you been secretly practicing martial arts?” An narrowed her eyes; the young master had really changed a lot these past few days.

“Who knows? Maybe I’ve been practicing in my dreams,” Mu En replied with a charming smile.

Dagger Combat Technique LV5!

The countless daggers swung in the black book space, the numerous deaths experienced, finally transformed into real results at this moment.

Although the machete was not a dagger, the similar blade shape did not affect Mu En’s performance.

He had truly withstood An’s assault—not just withstanding, but more than that.

—

Mu En’s grip on the machete suddenly shifted, abandoning the defensive stance from before, and began to unleash a flurry of powerful strikes.

At the same time, instead of retreating, Mu En advanced, pressing towards An.

“What…”

A rare hint of panic flickered in An’s eyes.

Under the rusty blade of Mu En, she felt an overwhelming sense of being unable to keep up.

But how could this be?

Her own martial skills, though limited by her role as a personal maid, had been honed over a few years of consistent training.

Yet you, Young Master Mu En, have been under my watch every day—where could you have found the time to practice?

Is it truly from the training in dreams?

“It’s over!”

In the moment An was lost in thought, Mu En seized the opportunity, deflecting the blade from An’s hand, then lunged forward, swinging the machete fiercely towards An’s abdomen!

Just as the blade was about to strike, seeing that An seemed truly unable to evade, Mu En furrowed his brow and changed the direction of the machete.

The back of the blade faced her.

But even with the blunt side, the force of Mu En’s strike caused An’s delicate form to curl up, an unmistakable pain surfacing on her graceful, beautiful face.

“It’s over.”

Suppressing the twinge of pain in his heart, Mu En forced a stern expression and said:

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“An, your plan has failed.”

“Heh, Young Master, how gentle you are, using the back of the blade?”

“After all, you haven’t truly harmed me, and you are still my personal maid.”

Mu En sighed:

“In any case, you can no longer imprison me. Give it up, An. I will go easy on you.”

“Young Master… do you still love me?”

As if she hadn’t heard Mu En’s advice, An lifted her head, her pretty face flushed with an unusual crimson:

“I love you too, Young Master. If that’s the case, why not come to my side and be with me forever?”

“Sorry, I can only decline such a twisted love.” Mu En shook his head.

“I see, then there’s no other choice. I can only use my even more fervent love to move you, Young Master.” Despite the lingering pain in her body, a hint of madness curled at the corners of An’s mouth.

How I long for it.

How I long for it.

To possess you forever, my dear Young Master.

“Mm?”

—

Looking at An, whose expression was becoming increasingly frenzied, Mu En suddenly had a bad premonition.

What’s going on?

Could it be that An has other means?

But from the earlier battle, Mu En had already sensed that An’s realm wasn’t particularly strong; otherwise, she probably wouldn’t have resorted to poison and sneak attacks.

Thinking about it, this makes sense; after all, An is his personal maid, responsible for taking care of his daily life. How could she have so much time to cultivate?

At most, her strength might just be a bit greater.

However, at this moment, a sense of alarm surged within Mu En, as if something ominous was about to happen.

“Damn it, strike first!”

Without any hesitation, Mu En swung the machete once more at An.

Still the back of the blade.

But this time, the target was her swan-like neck.

He intended to knock her out.

That’s what Mu En thought.

But…

“Eh?”

Mu En suddenly exclaimed.

Because the machete in his hand, halfway through the swing, suddenly stopped moving.

The blade hung in mid-air, as if it were tightly gripped by an iron clamp, unable to budge.

Not only that, but in Mu En’s horrified gaze, the rusty blade of the machete began to melt, as if it had been thrust into a furnace and was being reforged.

The molten metal even playfully twisted, resembling the slime from a storybook.

But this is room temperature, my friend; you’re still far from your melting point.

Can we talk some science here?

“Could it be that…”

Mu En suddenly lifted his head, realizing that it wasn’t just the machete that was melting, but also the cabinet door that had been ruthlessly battered just moments ago, and even the very cabinet he had hidden in.

Any metal was turning into liquid.

Those molten metals twisted and floated in the air, then gathered towards a certain place.

That place was… An’s palm.