NTR: Choice Based System

Chapter 137: Fight

The woman's desperate pleas echoed through the night, a stark contrast to the cruel amusement in the men's eyes. "No!" she cried, her voice filled with terror.

"No, stop! Please, stop!"

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. One of the men, a hulking figure with a sinister grin, advanced towards her.

"You can't do this to me!" she shrieked, her voice rising in pitch. But the man only laughed, his eyes glinting with malice.

With a swift, brutal motion, he tore at her clothing, exposing her to the cold night air.

The woman's cries grew louder, more desperate. She struggled against her captors, but their grip was too strong.

Ye Yang, a silent observer to this horrifying scene, felt a surge of anger and pity. These men, all Meridian Opening cultivators, and one even at the early Core Formation stage, were tormenting a helpless woman. Yet, it wasn't their cruelty that truly captivated his attention.

It was her voice. A familiar voice, a voice he cannot forget. "This voice," he murmured, a sense of recognition washing over him.

Hell, his ever-present companion, seemed to understand. "She's the one who attacked you, isn't she? But looking at her now, it seems she's not faring well."

Ye Yang's mind raced. He had encountered this woman before, who had attacked him without provocation, means someone was behind her. Yet, seeing her in this vulnerable state, he felt a strange mix of pity and curiosity.

He hesitated, torn between his desire to help and his fear of the consequences. If he intervened, he would undoubtedly be drawn into a dangerous conflict with these powerful cultivators. But he couldn't simply stand by and watch as this woman suffered.

With a deep breath, he made his decision. He would help her.

"Enough," he said, his voice cutting through the night air. The men turned to face him, their expressions shifting from amusement to surprise.

"Who are you?" the leader of the group demanded; his voice laced with arrogance.

Ye Yang didn't respond. Instead, he unleashed a powerful burst of energy, sending the men flying. The woman, stunned by the sudden turn of events, watched in disbelief as the men were thrown aside like rag dolls.

Everyone present was stunned by how a cultivator in the Qi Cultivation realm could send someone in the Meridian Opening Stage flying like a rag doll.

Confused looks were etched on their faces, but even Ye Yang was surprised by this. It wasn't him, but Hell who had used Ye Yang as a vessel to unleash its power.

Hell winked at Ye Yang, "Just pretend. Let me deal with them. Let them think it's you who attacked."

Ye Yang was about to say something, but before he could, a powerful ball of energy erupted from him, hurtling directly towards the man at the front of the group.

"SHHHHHUUUUAAAAAA!"

A deafening roar echoed through the night as the man's body was engulfed in flames. He screamed in agony, desperately trying to extinguish the fire with his Qi, but to no avail. His body began to vaporize, his cries turning into a horrifying, drawn-out wail.

"AAAAHAAAAAA!"

"PULP!"

The sudden display of power left everyone stunned. Seven or eight Meridian Opening cultivators and one early Core Formation cultivator, who had previously exuded confidence, were now filled with fear. They instinctively backed away, leaving the naked young woman alone on the ground.

Even she was shocked, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at Ye Yang. She couldn't help but wonder if he had been hiding his true strength all along.

Ye Yang turned his gaze towards the young woman, then to the early Core Formation cultivator. The Core formation cultivator, despite his cultivation, was also filled with doubt.

He couldn't shake the feeling that Ye Yang might be hiding his true power, especially after witnessing the strange, burning energy that had consumed his subordinate.

"Who?" he yelled, his voice trembling with fear and anger. "Who are you?" But Ye Yang remained silent, his expression impassive.

The man, humiliated in front of his subordinates, felt a surge of rage.

The early Core Formation cultivator, his face contorted with rage and fear, lunged forward. His fist, imbued with a powerful surge of Qi, shot towards Ye Yang.

But before it could even reach its target, a blinding flash of light erupted from Ye Yang's palm. A wave of searing heat washed over the cultivator, forcing him to recoil in pain.

Then the fire ball in the air hurled towards the man who barely dodged it. The other cultivators, sensing the danger, attacked simultaneously.

Swords flashed, Qi blades formed, and spells were cast. But Ye Yang, with a calm and collected demeanour, moved effortlessly through their attacks. His movements were fluid and graceful, his defences impenetrable.

With a flick of his wrist, he deflected a sword strike, then counterattacked with a powerful palm strike that sent the attacker flying.

Another cultivator, attempting to sneak up behind him, was met with a swift kick to the back, sending him crashing to the ground.

The early Core Formation cultivator, seeing his subordinates falling one by one, knew he had to act decisively.

He unleashed a powerful technique, summoning a colossal sword of Qi that descended from the heavens. The sword, imbued with immense power, cleaved through the air, aimed straight at Ye Yang.

Ye Yang, unfazed, raised his hand and pointed at the descending sword. A surge of energy erupted from his palm, meeting the sword with a deafening clash. The sword, unable to penetrate Ye Yang's defences, shattered into countless fragments.

The early Core Formation cultivator, stunned by the ease with which Ye Yang had countered his attack, retreated a few steps. He knew he was no match for this mysterious cultivator. With a defeated sigh, he turned to flee.

But before he could escape, Ye Yang appeared before him, a cold glint in his eyes. With a single strike, he ended the cultivator's life, silencing his screams.

The remaining cultivators, witnessing the terrifying display of power, were paralyzed with fear. They knew they were no match for Ye Yang. One by one, they surrendered, begging for mercy.

Ye Yang, however, showed no mercy. With a wave of his hand, he unleashed a powerful energy wave that engulfed the remaining cultivators, instantly killing them.

Then the fire consumed their body, burning from their existence.

The battlefield was silent, the only sound the crackling of the flames that consumed the bodies of the fallen cultivators. Ye Yang turned to the young woman, who was still trembling in fear.

Ye Yang moved towards her. She has already peed on the ground, she knelt in form of Ye Yang and apologises, "Young master, please don't kill me"

"You're asking me to leave you after what you did?" he asked, his voice stern.

Woman's body shudder in fear ; her voice barely audible. "I was forced…forced young master," she whispered.

Ye Yang looked at her. "Who forced you, Training Head?" he asked. "I know he was behind the attack, but how can you prove he forced you? What if you did it to impress him?"

She cried, feeling unlucky to have become a pawn in the Training Head's hand. "Young Master, if I don't follow his command, then..." she cried, her voice filled with despair, "...then he'll kill my mother and brother."

Ye Yang, still composed, said, "How? You better not tell me a lie."

She nodded, her tears streaming down her face. Ye Yang then took a piece of clothing from his space ring and gave it to her. She quickly put on the new clothes and approached Ye Yang, thanking him.

"Continue," Ye Yang said, his tone stern. The fiery ball hovered above his head, a silent threat.

She recounted her tale, her voice trembling. Her mother, a kind and gentle soul, had been targeted by the Training Head for her beauty.

When he realized, she wouldn't succumb to his desires, he turned his attention to her daughter. To protect her family, her mother had agreed to become his sex slave, enduring his abuse and humiliation.

In exchange, he promised to protect her children. Her brother, under the guise of a favour, was inducted into the City Guard. However, the Training Head's true intentions were far more sinister. He waited for the full moon, a night of dark magic, to consume her virginity, enjoying the Youth's fruit.

Ye Yang listened intently, a cold fury growing within him. The Training Head's cruelty knew no bounds. He had manipulated and exploited an innocent family, using their love for each other as a weapon.

"I won't let him get away with this," Ye Yang vowed, his voice low and dangerous. Find adventures at M-V-L

He turned to the woman, his gaze filled with compassion. "You've suffered enough," he said. "I'll make sure he pays for his crimes."

The woman, her eyes filled with hope, nodded. "Thank you, Young Master," she whispered.

Ye Yang reached out and gently touched her shoulder. "Don't worry," he said. "I'll protect you."