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With a swift motion, the Laser Blade Master’s eyes flashed with a fierce intensity. He lunged forward, and the floor beneath him exploded with a loud bang. In an instant, he transformed into a streak of black lightning, his Laser Blade Master slicing through the air like a meteor, radiating a blinding red light.
“Die, Armpit Hair heretic!” he shouted.
He thrust forward, aiming directly for Ye Mo Li’s heart.
This strike was as fast as lightning and as vicious as a venomous snake!
—But ultimately, it was still not fast enough!
Whoosh—
Ye Mo Li’s figure darted away like a gust of wind, effortlessly evading the attack. A delicate and gentle breeze followed her, causing her white towel to flutter gracefully, reminiscent of an ethereal being.
The Laser Blade Master’s pupils narrowed in shock. “What?!”
Before he could adjust his stance, Ye Mo Li’s Armpit Braid shot out in an instant!
“Underarm Hair Divine Skill—Hair Chain!”
Two glossy black Armpit Braids danced wildly like tentacles, swiftly wrapping around the Laser Blade Master’s wrists and ankles.
“Snip—!”
The Armpit Hair tightened like unbreakable chains, rendering the Laser Blade Master completely immobile.
“Damn… what kind of bizarre thing is this?!”
The Laser Blade Master struggled desperately, but the strength of the Armpit Hair was far more resilient than he had imagined!
"I'm sorry, but this battle... you have lost!"
Ye Mo Li smirked, gently tugging with both hands—
"Smack!!!"
The Armpit Braid suddenly spun, launching the Laser Blade Master high into the air!
"What—!!!"
The Laser Blade Master flipped over, spinning wildly in the air, his eyes filled with terror!
"Boom—!!!"
In the next moment, his body plummeted like a meteor, crashing hard onto the floor of the hot spring house!
"Thud!!!!"
The shattered ground instantly exploded, countless cracks spreading like a spider web. The hot water pipes burst with a loud "pop!", and scalding spring water sprayed everywhere, pouring down like a torrential rain!
"Ahhhhh!!!!"
"It's hot, hot, hot, hot, hot—!!!"
The Laser Blade Master on the ground let out a horrific scream!
The boiling spring water erupted violently, drenching his smooth, hairless skin and instantly turning him bright red as he rolled around helplessly on the floor!
"How is this possible?!"
"I am one of the Razor Cult's Four Great Assassins..."
"Why did I lose to Armpit Hair?! Why!!!"
He howled to the sky, his eyes filled with resentment and pain.
"Tsk."
Ye Mo Li gently flicked her Armpit Braid, a droplet of water sliding off her silky Hair, like a final symbol of victory.
She slowly walked up to the writhing Laser Blade Master, looking down at him with a cold and commanding tone—
"Your Razor can never cut down a true Hair warrior."
She turned slowly, her Armpit Braid swaying in the wind like a war god's cloak, declaring the end of this battle.
In this fight, Ye Mo Li had achieved a complete victory!
With a loud crash, the Laser Blade Master's body slammed heavily onto the ground, sending up a cloud of scalding steam. His wails echoed in the hot spring house, announcing that the outcome of this battle was already decided!
The other Razor Assassins watched in terror and panic.
"How... how is this possible?!"
"The Laser Blade Master... actually lost?!"
"This woman's Armpit Hair... can actually defeat our Razor?!"
Their faith began to waver, retreating as the fervor on their faces transformed into trembling fear.
At that moment, the butlers who had just been shaved bald slowly rose from the ground one by one.
They looked down at their bare skin, momentarily stunned, and then—
"Ahhh!!! Damn it!!!"
"My proud chest hair!!! I will take revenge!!"
"You demons!!! How dare you shave us bald?! Die!!!"
The butlers, who had just collapsed on the ground due to their shaved heads, were now filled with rage, awakening like berserk warriors, charging madly at the Razor Assassins!
They had no weapons in hand; their only means of combat was—crushing the enemy with the fury of their hair!
"Come and take my life!!!"
"Smooth Dogs, taste the wrath of the bald-headed!!!"
The butlers raised golden trays, silver steak knives, and bone china vases, smashing them wildly at the Razor Assassins. The Razor Assassins screamed in agony as chaos erupted around them!
Meanwhile—
Ye Mo Li stood her ground, her Armpit Braid swaying gently like a war goddess descending.
She did not chase after the fleeing Razor Assassins but instead slowly raised her Armpit Braid, gently wiping away a bead of sweat from her forehead.
This battle had indeed consumed a lot of energy, yet her gaze remained sharp and fierce, exuding an aura of dominance that looked down upon the world!
She looked down at the barely conscious Laser Blade Master on the ground, her tone icy, like a blade piercing through the soul.
"Go back and tell Smooth Pope not to entertain any thoughts of touching a single hair on the Ye Family," she commanded.
Her voice was calm yet carried an unshakeable authority. "And don't even think about invading my life—because next time, I won't leave any of you alive."
The air around them instantly froze!
The Razor Assassins trembled in fear, their bodies shaking uncontrollably!
They had already witnessed the power of Ye Mo Li's Armpit Hair and dared not provoke her further. They hurriedly helped the Laser Blade Master to his feet, preparing to retreat!
However, just as they were about to leave, the Laser Blade Master suddenly lifted his head, revealing a strange and sinister smile...
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were still filled with fervor and madness. He rasped out, his voice weak yet laced with an eerie sense of victory.
"Ye Mo Li... heh..."
"You think this is the end? Your filthy life is about to come to an end as well..."
"We... hahahaha... we have a bigger plan!"
"You... cannot escape!!!"
With that, he erupted into a chilling, maniacal laughter, as if a looming disaster was quietly brewing within his mirth.
Ye Mo Li's expression darkened, a flicker of unease flashing through her mind.
—A bigger plan?
What shocking conspiracy lies hidden within the Razor Cult?!
Her Armpit Braid tightened slightly, and she felt an unprecedented sense of crisis…
“Hahaha!!!”
The mad laughter of the Laser Blade Master echoed through the bathhouse, like an ominous prophecy. His eyes glimmered with wicked excitement, as if the impending disaster was already unavoidable.
At that moment—
“Whoosh—!!!”
Several Razor Assassins suddenly drew black cylindrical objects from their waists, raising them high before slamming them down onto the ground!
“Bang—!!!”
In an instant, a thick cloud of black smoke erupted in the bathhouse, as if countless ink bottles had exploded, instantly engulfing the entire space!
“Cough cough cough—!!!”
Shen Dudu choked and coughed violently, waving her arms in panic while shouting, “What is this?! Are these Smooth Dogs resorting to such despicable tricks?!”
The stewards also stumbled back, their eyes unable to open due to the acrid black smoke, creating a scene of chaos!
—This was a long-planned retreat strategy!
“Don’t even think about escaping!!!”
Ye Mo Li’s gaze darkened. Without any hesitation, she swung her arms fiercely, causing her Armpit Braid to spin rapidly!
“Underarm Hair Divine Skill — Flowing Clouds Dispersing Mist!”
Her two Armpit Braids transformed into wildly spinning fans, moving so fast that their trajectories were nearly invisible. A powerful whirlwind swept through the bathhouse, as if a hurricane had erupted!
“Whoosh—!!!”
Thick black smoke was instantly engulfed by the strong wind, rapidly spreading in all directions, and the visibility in the bathhouse gradually became clearer!
However—
The Razor Assassins had vanished without a trace!
Inside the bathhouse, only rubble, overturned golden trays, shattered vases, and the groaning stewards remained, scalded and in pain, while the members of the Razor Cult had long since retreated amidst the chaos!
Ye Mo Li furrowed her brow tightly as she gazed at the doorway. The spot where the Laser Blade Master had fallen was now empty, leaving only a few scorched footprints and some remnants of black cloth from the Razor Cult fluttering slightly in the air.
She took a deep breath, her Armpit Braids slowly descending, yet her heart was filled with unease.
What exactly was the “greater plan” of the Razor Cult?
Was this battle merely the beginning…?
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