The Supreme God of Martial Arts

'Did she recognize me?

That's impossible. She was barely herself due to the philter, '

Austin thought, as he stood frozen in his place and in the presence of the very reason he couldn't move or even breathe: Stacy.

How could he forget that day? It was the first the got that intimate with someone, especially one whose beauty could get him

weak in the knees.

Nonetheless, he wasn't one to exploit her situation, even when she clung to his body like a bee to a precious flower. Even when her

lips treated his body like a train route and traveled from one station to another with no headway. Even when her hands touched

him like she was home.

Austin was concerned about getting punished, or worse, killed, by Stacy for seeing her with barely any clothes after they got all

torn.

She, after all, had the power to do so, after having reached the premium stage of Emperor Realm. More than that, she was among

the nearly 40 Emperor Realm warriors who were the pride of the Deep Sea Commercial House.

Plus, the fighting men of the Deep Sea Commercial House were too strong for his own good, and their horses were fed fat. Fighting

against them would mean asking for trouble - lots of it.

Lost in his own thoughts, Austin didn't realize that Stacy had been observing him, as if she was trying to remember something.

"You look familiar. Cover here,"

Stacy ordered Austin, with her voice trembling and her expression changing to curiosity and confusion.

Everyone, including disciples from both the FlHoly Land and the Blood-thirsty Gang, traded glances and threw alternating

looks between Stacy and Austin.

They surmised something strange was going on, but couldn't pinpoint the exact cause.

This was a big deal for everyone. Stacy was looked upon with high regard since she was from a well-known commercial house.

Austin could only pale in comparison.

A lesser male warrior at the Semi-holy Realm versus a female warrior at the premium stage of Emperor Realm.

How could she take such interest in him? They wondered if Stacy had mistaken Austin for somebody else.

'Oh shit. It seems that she really recognized me. | must get out of here soon, '

Austin thought to himself. He lowered his head and avoided any eye contact with Stacy.

Running away from Stacy, however, would mean leaving five dozen disciples from the FlHoly Land in danger.

And worse, if she snapped, he was as good as dead even before he could make an inch of movement.

Either situation was bad news for Austin.

As his face twisted awkwardly due to anxiety, Stacy grew even more suspicious of his real identity.

"You! Chere. Now,"

Stacy said, with more force and urgency.

"Uhm... My lady,"

Austin responded coyly.

"Hey, bastard! Are you deaf? Didn't you hear Miss Stacy's order? How could you be so clueless about her? You're so lucky that Miss

Stacy glanced at your ugly face!"

"What an ungrateful piece of shit! You'll just stand there until you can't help peeing in your own pants, huh?"

Disciples from the Blood-thirsty Gang and warriors from the Deep Sea Commercial House jeered at Austin, getting impatient by his

lack of a proper response.

"Move your ass quickly and answer Miss Stacy's question!" "Don't be shy, lad! You couldn't be uglier than you already are, ha ha!"

"Do as what she commands and you'll be fine. Defy her and bad things will happen to you."

"Step forward you, son of a bitch!" Their curses and boos clike a rifle with unlimited bullets.

Feeling helpless, Austin knew he couldn't pretend to be deaf, mute, or dumb.

He took a deep breath and put on a naive expression.

"My lady, | don't think we've met before. I'm afraid you might've mistakenfor somebody else," Austin said politely and with a

hint of a smile.

"Ccloser. I'm not done with you,"

Stacy responded curtly. At that moment, Austin thought she looked like an Ice Princess who wouldn't take no for an answer, far too

different from that wild, philter-influenced girl who stole kisses from him in the jungle.

Whatever she did or said, everyone who was looking at Stacy was only left astounded by her beauty.

These people could only dream of being asked to ccloser to her and stand before her.

Yet a nobody was asked to do so, no less than by the first daughter of the Deep Sea Commercial House's owner, the fantasy of

every excellent gentleman in the land.

Austin had no choice now but to follow Stacy's command.

Just a few steps closer and he could already smell the captivating fragrance of her skin.

He could feel his insides twirl as he recalled the moment that she went under him, half-naked and hungry for his affection.

Stacy was a completely different person. For Austin, though, she was both sacred and savage.

She could either be a good girl or a bad girl. She could be as timid as a rose, or as uncharted as the ocean. Whatever she wanted

to be, Austin would take it. That was what being under her spell was like.

His heart raced even more violently and his face turned even more crimson that he had to lower his head again to avoid Stacy's

eyes.

"Miss Stacy... I... I'm just an ordinary disciple from the Shiny Sect based in the Dawning Kingdom. You're an outstanding and

dignified warrior at the Emperor Realm.

It's impossible that our paths ever crossed," Austin said, his best shot at making an excuse.

Rahul and his fellow disciples from the FlHoly Land frowned and scratched their heads in confusion. What could Austin have

done to be questioned like that? The Deep Sea Commercial House was a force to be reckoned with. And the Blood-thirsty Gang...

who would dare mess with them? They didn't stand a chance against any one of them.

Stacy's eyes stayed fixed at Austin as she sifted through her mind any trace of an encounter with this man before her.

She couldn't help getting flashes of that day the more she looked at Austin.

That day was a burning shfor her.

For 24 years, she did nothing but cultivated and practiced martial arts. Countless men, swith stature and competence beyond

measure, had professed their adoration for her and had asked for her hand in marriage. Not a single soul succeeded in taking her

hand or getting a kiss from her.

24 years a virgin. Stacy had never let anyone touch her and had never laid a finger on a man's body unless it was to fight him on

the battlefield.

That was why she couldn't accept what happened to her that day when Sexton of the Dark Night Sect poisoned her.

Under the influence of the Love-philter Powder, this virgin almost beca whore who would welcpenises of all shapes and

sizes between her legs.

But even then, in such a carnal, almost primal state, Stacy was able to keep her consciousness intact for a while, thanks to her

cultivation base being at the premium stage of Emperor Realm.

She vaguely remembered that Sexton was about to assault her.

Then, a brave teenager arrived just in tto prevent that from happening.

Though she was already safe from malicious hands, she wasn't safe from the effects of the philter just yet.

Her sexual desire becso strong that she was so ready to give her virginity to the brave teenager she could barely see clearly,

much less had known. She remembered kissing, caressing, and undressing him. She never stopped even when he begged her to

stop. He never took advantage of her even when he could have.

Instead, he looked for an antidote and helped her heal.

And when she got better, he left her, alone in the cave, without telling her his name.