Chapter 91
Chapter 91: Little Brat’s Dad Thinks Little Brat’s Mom Eats Too Much And Refuses To Feed Her
Jiang Tea Tea had already expected him to dodge, but she hadn’t expected his kick to come straight at her lower back.
She twisted her body to the side and barely avoided his foot. In her heart she silently chanted spell incantations for the shrinking ground to inches technique, and used it to flash behind him. Her branch staff, wrapped in spiritual power, whipped toward his lower back.
Chong Ming leaned his body forward, dodged the staff, turned around and said: “Schoolmate Jiang Tea Tea, your teleportation ability is at least above level S3. Very impressive.”
Her shrinking ground to inches spell was being mistaken for a teleportation ability. That actually made sense and could pass. She might as well treat it as a teleportation ability.
Jiang Tea Tea’s branch staff struck empty air. She deliberately didn’t pull back, letting it smash into the ship’s wall with a crack, denting the metal. She then shot back: “Your teleportation ability is pretty good too. It’s just that the way you hold back and test me looks a bit ugly.”
She had to admit her speed-type ability wasn’t as fast as his. His kick had looked fierce, aimed at her lower back, but he had already reduced his speed.
He had given her time to dodge and avoid it, and given himself time to pull his leg back.
So he wasn’t kicking to hurt her. He was probing her strength and seeing how many supernatural abilities she had.
Chong Ming was very frank: “I wasn’t testing you. It’s just that if my foot really landed on your lower back, it would break your waist.”
“What I want is a living candidate for commander in chief of the Three Armies, not a candidate with a broken waist.”
Jiang Tea Tea put away her branch staff: “So you mean I should thank you?”
Chong Ming said politely: “No need. You’re so young and already possess many supernatural abilities. You should be high-spirited, arrogant, bright and sharp, with your nose in the air and your eyes on the top of your head.”
How did he manage to say that with such a stiff, expressionless face, mocking her as fierce and overbearing at the same time?
Jiang Tea Tea rolled her eyes hard at him: “You like drawing big pies and throwing them at your oxen and horses so much. Aren’t you afraid one day the oxen and horses will gore you?”
Chong Ming blinked his golden eyes: “I don’t draw big pies. I bake them completely and stuff them right into the mouths of my subordinates and officials.”
“Whoever has the ability to swallow them and digest them, the pie is theirs. I always keep my promises. The excellent ones get rewarded.”
“I really am looking forward to you passing my assessments and taking my place as commander in chief of the Three Armies.”
Jiang Tea Tea walked forward and said as she walked: “Don’t pin too much hope on me. I’m pretty lazy and my temper is pretty bad.”
According to Cheng Lin Yue, if the cub in her belly didn’t get the father’s supernatural abilities and spiritual power to soothe it, there would be some abnormal signs, like overeating.
She suspected that the reason she didn’t throw up his blood and that her lower belly warmed up and her spiritual power rose whenever she drank it, was first because he was a dragon, a pure yang creature, and second because the cubs were lacking the soothing of his supernatural abilities and spiritual power. It wasn’t that she craved his blood. The ones craving it were the cubs in her belly.
Chong Ming turned to keep up and walked beside her: “I can see that. But it doesn’t matter. The Empire has countless soldiers. People with strength all have bad tempers. As long as you don’t betray the Empire and don’t break the law, it’s all small stuff.”
Jiang Tea Tea glanced sideways at him: “You’re quite confident.”
Chong Ming met her gaze: “I’m alright.”
Jiang Tea Tea pretended to ask casually: “Your good nephew said when you release your supernatural-ability oppressive aura at him, he turns into a little lapdog on the floor and can’t get up. Why don’t you let it out for a bit so I can feel it?”
Chong Ming let out a helpless laugh: “After Sui Xuan Chu’s mask was ripped off, he doesn’t even bother acting in front of you anymore?”
Jiang Tea Tea sold Sui Xuan Chu without any pressure: “Yeah. With his mask gone, what’s the point of pretending?”
“He often complains about you to me, says you’re a tyrant and you’ll end up alone for life, never finding a partner.”
Chong Ming’s smile faded: “Thank him for me.”
Jiang Tea Tea finally noticed he was unhappy. He was unhappy, which made her happy: “Sure, I’ll definitely pass it on. By the way, have you released your supernatural abilities, spiritual power, and oppressive aura on me?”
“Yes,” Chong Ming answered with one word.
“There is? Really? Then why don’t I feel anything at all?” Jiang Tea Tea repeated his word.
“I have to admit it,” Chong Ming said, “you’re immune to the supernatural abilities, spiritual power, and oppressive aura I release.”
“!!!!” Jiang Tea Tea’s mind exploded.
[What? I’m immune to his supernatural abilities, spiritual power, and oppressive aura? What kind of wild nonsense is that?]
[How am I supposed to secretly get him to release some supernatural abilities, spiritual power, and oppressive aura to soothe his cubs if I’m immune to it?]
Seeing her staring straight at him with eyes that looked like the sky had fallen and the earth had gone gray, Chong Ming asked: “You don’t believe what I said?”
Jiang Tea Tea nodded very honestly: “Not really.”
Chong Ming sighed: “From the very first time I saw you at the Imperial Military Academy, I started releasing my oppressive aura on you.”
“Then during the first round of the Supremacy Tournament, and even now, I’ve been releasing oppressive aura on you the whole time. But you don’t feel a thing. You act like nothing’s happening.”
“Seriously?” Jiang Tea Tea suddenly leaned in close to him.
Caught off guard by her sudden approach, Chong Ming actually stepped back twice to put distance between them: “Schoolmate Jiang Tea Tea, no one ever told you not to suddenly get too close to a male?”
Jiang Tea Tea looked up at him: “What are you afraid of? It’s not like I can beat you.”
Chong Ming said: “There is a difference between male and female. Besides fighting and serious business, don’t get too close to me. Keep some distance.”
Jiang Tea Tea clicked her tongue: “Relax. I’m not interested in you. I just want to feel your supernatural abilities, spiritual power, and oppressive aura up close, that’s all.”
He really thought he was some fragrant hot bun and that she couldn’t wait to throw herself at him. He sure knew how to flatter himself.
Chong Ming pointed toward the guards standing on the ship not far away: “Look at them.”
Following his finger, Jiang Tea Tea saw the soldiers on guard on the ship. Their faces were pale, sweat beading on their foreheads, their calves trembling. They were leaning against the ship’s wall just to keep from falling over.
His supernatural abilities, spiritual power, and oppressive aura were really that strong?
Jiang Tea Tea refused to accept it just like that. She kept walking and kept looking. Guard after guard was the same. Some couldn’t stand or lean anymore and had already plopped down on the ground. Sweat poured off their foreheads and noses like rain, dripping down their chins.
Jiang Tea Tea asked Chong Ming: “Are their supernatural abilities and spiritual power levels really that low?”
Chong Ming answered: “They are my personal guard combat soldiers. Their supernatural ability levels are all above level S3. Among them there are plenty at S4 and S5.”
“If you sent any one of them down alone, using supernatural abilities and fists, even ten drill instructors together wouldn’t be a match for him.”
She really couldn’t feel his supernatural abilities, spiritual power, and oppressive aura.
Was it because she was a demon and had some kind of immunity?
Or had his supernatural abilities, spiritual power, and oppressive aura already entered her belly and were soothing the cubs?
Jiang Tea Tea checked her own body. She felt nothing uncomfortable or strange.
She decided on the spot: “After I finish beating Jiang Yi Cheng, let’s find a room, just the two of us. You release your supernatural abilities, spiritual power, and oppressive aura, and I’ll feel it properly.”
“We can talk about that later,” Chong Ming replied.
[Talk about it later, my foot. I was being polite.]
Jiang Tea Tea hummed under her breath and stopped talking.
Chong Ming brought her to the room where Jiang Yi Cheng was.
Jiang Yi Cheng had only been here for two days. No one had beaten him, scolded him, or trained him. But his eyes were bloodshot, his face dark and greasy.
He didn’t look like a twenty-year-old. He looked like someone in his thirties or forties. When he saw Jiang Tea Tea, he jumped up from the chair, eyes full of disbelief and wild joy, and rushed toward her.
“Tea Tea, younger sister, you’re here to take me out, right? Hurry, take me out. I don’t want to stay here, I don’t want to stay…”
Bang!
Jiang Tea Tea drove a punch into his stomach, bending him over, cutting his words off.
Right after, she kicked his knee. As he was about to crash down to his knees with a thud, she uppercut his jaw, snapping his head back.
A tooth flew out of Jiang Yi Cheng’s mouth as he spat out a large mouthful of blood and crashed to the floor. His tooth hurt, his stomach hurt, his knee hurt.
Jiang Tea Tea stepped forward and kicked his stomach hard again, sending him flying into the wall. He hit the wall and slid down to the ground.
She walked up and started kicking his curled-up body over and over, while he lay on the floor clutching his stomach.
She kicked until he spat blood, kicked until he screamed, kicked until he begged for mercy, kicked until he was half dead. Then she pulled her foot back, pushed her messy hair away from her face, and turned to leave the room.
Right after, healers from the warship’s Healing Department rushed into the room and started emergency treatment on Jiang Yi Cheng.
Jiang Tea Tea glanced at them and said to Chong Ming: “I didn’t kill him. You don’t have to be so nervous.”
Chong Ming replied: “You didn’t kill him. You beat him half to death. He hasn’t confessed his crimes himself yet, and he hasn’t been sentenced. If he died, was crippled, or got some lasting injury from your beating, it wouldn’t look good.”
“Oh, so that’s how it is,” Jiang Tea Tea said. “Then shall we go to your school cafeteria?”
Chong Ming’s golden eyes slid from her face down to her belly: “Schoolmate Jiang Tea Tea, do you want me to pull up the footage from today at the grassland so you can see how much you ate? And you still want to eat?”
[Petty.]
Fine. If she didn’t eat, she didn’t eat.
She was a Great Demon Stage. It wasn’t like she couldn’t afford to raise her own cubs.
If she gave birth to a dragon cub, she’d beat him. If she gave birth to a little sapling, she’d spoil it.
Even though the chance of giving birth to a little sapling was zero, it was still good to keep some hope.
Jiang Tea Tea compromised a bit: “How about some nutrient fruit then?”
Chong Ming’s golden eyes narrowed: “Over twenty days ago, didn’t you take 1500 jin of nutrient fruit from my warship? You already ate all of that?”
Jiang Tea Tea nodded: “I finished it.”
Chong Ming’s gaze deepened: “Let me take you to the Healing Department for a checkup.”
As soon as Jiang Tea Tea heard that, she turned around and walked off without looking back.
She had confirmed he was the cubs’ dad.
She had confirmed she couldn’t rely on him.
And she couldn’t beat him.
If she didn’t leave now, when would she?
Chong Ming didn’t catch up to her. He looked at her back and was just about to remind her that when you’re sick you shouldn’t avoid doctors.
Jiang Tea Tea had already taken big strides away, but after several steps, she suddenly turned back, rushed to stand in front of him, and, as fast as lightning, threw a punch into his stomach without using any spiritual power at all.
Chong Ming stood like a pine tree. His waist didn’t bend even half a centimeter, and he didn’t seem to feel any pain. He looked down at her and said: “You didn’t use any supernatural abilities. Your fist was soft and weak, but full of anger.”
“You’re mad and you hit my stomach on purpose to get back at me for that kick I gave your stomach at the Imperial Military Academy, aren’t you?”