I Am Your Natural Enemy

Wen Yan scrutinized this so-called temporary ability, and couldn’t shake the feeling that something about it was just plain weird.

But it wasn’t a big deal—as long as it worked, he could live with it.

Based on past experience, if there were multiple temporary abilities, the first one was probably a self-defense move, and only then would you get something for offense.

This Iron Fist, for example—who knew if it only worked for a short time, or if you got to keep its effect after a couple of hits?

He scrolled down to read more.

”2: Alter-Face Fist.”

Wen Yan paused. Another fist technique?

He promptly equipped it to see what it did.

”A boxing technique to change one’s appearance.

Note 1: Prerequisite—must complete de-charming using Iron Fist.

Note 2: At the primary stage, only the downgrading effect is available, and a physical trigger is required.”

Wen Yan tried to understand what that meant, and his expression grew even odder.

Translation: you punch someone ’til even their own mom doesn’t recognize them?

Seriously, you needed a whole special ability just for this?

Only two temporary abilities in total—it was pretty obvious that at this stage, the Demon Fox just wasn’t important enough to deserve more.

The biggest threat was really just the Charm ability—everything else was no big deal.

Wen Yan gave it a quick glance, then switched back to Iron Fist.

This Demon Fox must’ve used some trick; she’d been talking his ear off a while ago, but her real body had already started sneaking away.

And get this—she’d actually managed to use an illusion to keep Tong Si distracted, so much so that Tong Si hadn’t noticed the decoy was fake. Gotta admit, that takes skill.

Or maybe, it’s not that Tong Si didn’t notice—maybe she’d already been subtly Charmed without even realizing.

Wen Yan strode towards the Demon Fox. As he passed by the White Fox Tribe Leader, whose spirit had shattered and morale had collapsed, he kicked him aside with one sharp boot.

Honestly, killing him outright in one blow, brain splattered, dead on the spot—that’d be letting him off way too easy.

Wen Yan had to handle the heavily wounded Six-Tailed Demon Fox first; her abilities were even more dangerous, and he was worried he’d get affected so subtly she might escape again.

If she could openly admit she would ”eat whatever at this rate,” and even own up to being a Demon Fox—she was way more dangerous than those fake white-lotus types.

As Wen Yan walked forward, the Demon Fox tried to run away with a look of pure terror. After just a few steps, she pulled off the classic flat-ground faceplant. She hit the ground, looked back at him, eyes brimming with tears—all pitiful damsel-in-distress, like a scared bunny cornered by the villain, clutching her cloak around her.

Wen Yan’s temple twitched, his eyes feeling almost physically assaulted; deep down, he couldn’t help but think he was really starting to look like the villain here.

Inside, a struggle raged—not because someone was controlling him, but because what he was doing really went against his usual principles.

And that was the scariest part.

This Demon Fox was seriously freaky.

”Big brother, don’t kill me, I haven’t hurt anyone. I was just fleeing disaster and ended up here.”

But Wen Yan kept walking, showing zero signs of relenting.

The Demon Fox was also struggling inside. In her current state, there was no way she could win a fight, and running was out of the question.

And among everyone present, not a single one was Wen Yan’s match.

Unless she wanted an all-out mutual destruction, she figured her best bet was to avoid any pointless resistance.

Struggling might just get her killed in one careless hit.

No backup, no ceremonies—nothing that might help her whip up a new, frail body in a pinch.

If she didn’t resist, based on the info she’d just gotten and was still digesting, she could reach one conclusion.

The creatures here were nothing like those in the Great Wilderness; there were rules here—rules everyone had to follow.

If you didn’t, some organization called the Scorching Sun Department would come crashing down on you, hard.

Bits and pieces from movies flashed in her mind now—things considered common sense here left her absolutely stunned.

And there was this phrase, ”Leniency to those who confess, severity to those who resist.” That, apparently, was deep in the White Fox’s psyche.

After mulling it over, she decided surrender was the way to go.

Wen Yan’s footsteps never slowed—his brow furrowed, his gaze icy. The Demon Fox gritted her teeth, braced her neck, and dramatically flung off the cloak.

”As long as you don’t kill me, I’ll do whatever you want.”

The holy-light exposure almost blinded Wen Yan—his heart hammered, blood roaring, and the energy in his body started to surge out of control.

The power flowing in his right arm began to intertwine and resonate with the strength in the new pathways; the Yang Qi Flames burning on his body suddenly gained a hint of blood-red.

Wen Yan’s face fell. This Demon Fox was ruthless—she was launching a sneak attack with her ultimate move!

His anger boiling, Wen Yan lunged and smacked the Demon Fox upside the head twice in quick succession.

The Demon Fox looked dumbfounded, her head buzzing like a beehive, eyelids rolling back as she fainted on the spot.

Wen Yan felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head; his mind was instantly clear.

All that inner conflict and struggle vanished in a flash.

Now, as he looked at the Demon Fox lying on the ground, head lolling to the side, he realized she was honestly nothing special—just average-looking, with a bit of a seductive air.

Especially now, with the cloak off, having lost that half-shy, half-hidden mystique, she actually seemed less attractive.

Classic case: sometimes, the clothes really do make the fox—and the more covered up, the more enticing she seemed.