Gazing at Le Mulan within the training chamber, Zhang Yu said, somewhat speechless, “Dressed like that, how are you going to fight in a while?”

He saw Le Mulan currently wearing several layers of clothing from head to toe. Even her hands were covered with thick gloves, and her face was hidden behind a mask, making her appear quite bulky.

Zhang Yu cursed inwardly, thinking she was afflicted with some ailment. Her obsession with cleanliness was too severe.

Thus, Zhang Yu stated, “I disinfected myself when I entered the school. You don’t need to be so exaggerated, right?”

Le Mulan waved her hand, replying, “It won’t affect anything. Let’s begin.”

After two months of training, Le Mulan believed her tolerance towards Zhang Yu had significantly improved.

However, after two months, engaging in combat with him once more, she decided to proceed gradually. For instance, wearing multiple layers of clothing initially.

Zhang Yu shook his head helplessly, but since she was a client paying twelve thousand per hour, he naturally had to agree to any eccentric requests.

Zhang Yu mused inwardly, “Ah, being rich is truly wonderful. To actually hire a genius high school student like me for sparring.”

Le Mulan said, “Let’s start with normal combat. Try your best to drag me into ground combat.”

Shortly after, the two stood facing each other. As Le Mulan took a deep breath and beckoned towards Zhang Yu, he abruptly charged forward.

Accompanied by resounding explosions, Le Mulan’s sword qi and Zhang Yu’s astral energy collided fiercely.

Le Mulan felt waves of terrifying force mixed with boundless mystical power surge towards her.

Her strength was inherently inferior to Zhang Yu’s, and her body was further hindered by the multiple layers of clothing, causing her to be a step slower. She was forced to retreat repeatedly under Zhang Yu’s assault, quickly closing within a meter of him.

Then, in a dizzying whirlwind, Le Mulan heard a loud bang, and she was already slammed onto the ground.

She then saw a pair of large hands reaching towards her.

Seeing Zhang Yu’s large hands approaching, a trace of instinctive revulsion flashed across Le Mulan’s face, as if her heart was uttering a sound of ‘disgust’.

She hurriedly reached out to resist.

Over the past two months, although Le Mulan had learned many close combat, grappling, and wrestling techniques, she was naturally no match for Zhang Yu.

Seeing him lock her hands and his legs about to wrap around her, Le Mulan frowned and said, “Stop! Stop! Stop now!”

Zhang Yu stopped with a helpless expression, asking, “What’s wrong now?”

Le Mulan quickly stood up, thinking inwardly, “Indeed… although I can endure it, it’s still quite unpleasant… a pauper’s body.”

However, Le Mulan knew that her purpose in hiring Zhang Yu was to overcome her mental weaknesses and be able to switch between mental cultivation techniques more freely.

But at the thought of the other party’s poor hands touching her during combat, she felt an unbearable sense of disgust.

Especially after seeing Zhang Yu’s posts on Moments every day, she clearly remembered these hands touching various greasy jars, river water, roadside stalls, Bai Zhenzhen…

“A pauper’s hands are going to reach over and touch me randomly… this is far more uncomfortable than a simple hand-to-hand touch last time.”

“Indeed… it still needs to be gradual.”

So she thought for a moment and said, “Next, you defend with all your might. I’ll try to control you in ground combat. You can’t actively attack me with your hands.”

Zhang Yu nodded casually, thinking that the price was the same regardless of the training method.

Thus, in the next moment, the two fell to the ground again, this time with Le Mulan attacking Zhang Yu.

She reached out and hugged Zhang Yu from behind, her hands locking around Zhang Yu’s neck.

Her legs constantly tried to clamp towards Zhang Yu’s thighs and lower abdomen.

However, under this offensive, she felt like she was trying to control a giant dragon. Terrifying power intertwined and surged between the two, constantly resisting her control.

Compared to two months ago, the strength of both of them was now on a completely different level.

Under the transmission of power between the two, even though the quality of the clothes Le Mulan was wearing was already quite good, it still made a tearing sound.

Several layers of pants she was wearing shattered layer by layer in the struggle, revealing a pair of fair and powerful long legs.

Zhang Yu’s pants were no better off, also torn to pieces.

Thus, as the two entangled, Zhang Yu felt Le Mulan’s thighs pressing tightly against his thighs, rubbing against each other. This cold physical contact felt subtle, making him somewhat distracted for a moment.

After all, this was too different from his previous close contact with clients (Song Hailong).

Le Mulan, also feeling the flesh of her thighs touching Zhang Yu’s, almost materialized her disgust on her face, and her legs subconsciously moved to the side.

But this movement immediately showed signs of allowing Zhang Yu to break free. Le Mulan quickly reminded herself, “Endure! You must endure! You must overcome your psychological weaknesses!”

Fortunately, Zhang Yu was also a little distracted, not only failing to break free, but instead giving Le Mulan an opportunity.

Le Mulan was now hooking Zhang Yu’s neck with both hands, while her legs were wrapped around Zhang Yu’s waist. The slender and powerful thigh muscles exerted force, like two giant pythons, tearing a large piece of Zhang Yu’s upper body to shreds with a tearing sound.

Feeling the flesh of her thighs tightly pressed against Zhang Yu’s waist and abdomen, Le Mulan felt like she was clamping a bag of trash with her legs.

However, although her eyes were full of revulsion, she still persisted and endured to the end.

However, in the next moment, as Zhang Yu used one hand to block Le Mulan’s hands from locking his neck, his other hand reached towards Le Mulan’s thigh, wanting to pry it open.

With a ‘smack’ sound, it pressed on the flesh of Le Mulan’s thigh.

Le Mulan’s flesh was very strong. Once she exerted force, her skin and flesh were definitely much harder than ordinary bricks.

But at this moment, under the powerful force in Zhang Yu’s hand, Le Mulan’s thigh seemed to suddenly become filled with fleshiness, sinking slightly as Zhang Yu squeezed.

It was precisely this squeeze from Zhang Yu that caused Le Mulan’s body to suddenly tighten, as if she was about to stiffen all over.

“His hands…”

In this instant, Le Mulan’s mind was like a revolving lantern, constantly recalling the scenes she had seen on Moments.

It was these hands that had touched buses, taken the subway, grabbed synthetic food, been to the toilet in Songyang High School, filled with the genes of the poor, and had touched another pauper, Bai Zhenzhen, countless times…

Now they were actually pinching her thigh!

Two months ago, the nightmare on that arena seemed to be constantly surging in Le Mulan’s mind again, and even more violently conflicting with the mental cultivation technique in her mind.

Le Mulan bit her shell-like teeth hard, feeling the place on her thigh being pinched harder and harder, trying hard to keep the tears in her eyes from falling.

Zhang Yu, on the other hand… while constantly defending against Le Mulan’s offensive, he felt the aroma around him becoming more and more intense.

“What’s that smell?”

It wasn’t until Zhang Yu was locked in the throat by Le Mulan’s hands again, and his face gradually stained with a layer of sweat from her arms, that he understood.

“Damn it! Le Mulan’s sweat is fragrant!”

“No… something’s not right, this sweat seems to be…”

As the two fought fiercely, Zhang Yu’s body temperature rose rapidly, making Le Mulan feel like she was clamping a burning stick. She felt hotter and hotter in her legs, chest and abdomen.

Le Mulan’s body was still cold, but Zhang Yu felt that her hands were constantly secreting sweat, wetting his face.

“This isn’t sweat at all, there’s a medicinal smell… This is Ziyun’s medicinal liquid!”

“Is it because of the super metabolism surgery that she’s directly excreting the medicinal dregs in her body as sweat?”

Smelling the medicinal scent constantly emanating from her body, Zhang Yu felt the blood and qi in his body surging more and more violently, and the reaction of his brain nerves also began to become excited.

“No, who knows what kind of strong medicine Le Mulan’s body is full of. I can’t be affected…”

Zhang Yu knew that if a high-level cultivator who favored medicinal pills was here, they might lick it to taste the ingredients of the medicine.

As a supporter of natural body refinement, Zhang Yu would naturally not take medicine indiscriminately. He quickly closed his mouth, held his breath, and tried not to be affected by the sweat on Le Mulan’s body.

When the sweat appeared all over Le Mulan’s body, especially when more and more sweat appeared on the flesh of her thighs, it gradually brought a greasy feeling, making Zhang Yu’s hands also feel a slippery…

In the next moment, Le Mulan, who had completely controlled Zhang Yu, was overjoyed: “Finally locked him!”

But in the next instant after succeeding, she released Zhang Yu like lightning, and with a ‘swoosh’… rolled back more than ten meters away.

Zhang Yu lay on the ground with a flushed face, and there was a large pool of sweat on the ground that vaguely looked like a human shape, still steaming.

Le Mulan asked, “Why couldn’t you exert any strength at the end? Did you hold back?”

Zhang Yu gave Le Mulan an annoyed look and said, “You’re sweating too much. Your legs and hands are slippery and greasy, and it’s all smelly, which made me keep holding my breath.”

After saying that, Zhang Yu’s eyes swept over Le Mulan’s body and found that although her clothes were a little damaged, they were not greatly affected and still covered her.