Chapter 14: Don’t Touch Aza!

Twenty minutes were spent on each stance, and with Saxon repeating them thrice each, it took him a full three hours into the night to go through the thirty-six forms from start to end.

Once he stopped and his body's muscles relaxed, sweat exploded from his pores, drenching him from head to toe in little to no time. Saxon collapsed on the ground, heaving for breath as his healthy eye turned watery.

Aza'zel stood there in a daze.

Since Saxon finished the first demonstration of the full set, about forty minutes ago, Aza'zel went still and silent. Although he was locking perception on Saxon out of habit, his mind was already immersed in the mysterious world within his body.

Though dilating time wasn't an option, Aza'zel grasped a better sense of his body within that mysterious world as his figure inside represented a projection of his consciousness. That projection went over the forms while synchronizing with Saxon, a much easier application for Aza'zel.

Thus, when Saxon finally finished, Aza'zel had long since been resting for almost an hour, and since his physique had undergone the first transformation, he wasn't visibly exhausted.

The thirty-six forms of the three stances replayed repeatedly in Aza'zel's inner world from beginning to end in an unprecedentedly fluid manner, and one hour later, the projection went through the three stances successfully.

Aza'zel relaxed his tense body and exhaled a gentle breath, and he quickly noticed the irregular breathing emitted from Saxon who was gasping on the ground.

Aza'zel was shocked. He hurriedly walked over to check on Saxon. "Are you alright?"

Saxon rolled his eyes as his chest undulated heavily, not finding the strength to speak, at least not until a few minutes later.

Saxon rattled a string of curses. "Fucking kill me already! Fuck, that's so tiring! My body's limit is going through each stance once, but I had to triple that for some random, blind, stubborn fool!"

Saxon didn't believe that Aza'zel would have grasped the practice forms, as no matter how good someone's hearing was, there must be a limit. Still, to think that he went so far despite his doubts showed how much he cared for Aza'zel, and the latter felt like he might have made his first friend in this new world.

Saxon muttered some more incomprehensible words and slowly drifted to sleep. Aza'zel sighed, he wasn't worried about Saxon since he had already announced his intentions of leaving the city to the streets, and they would provide him with a three days grace period to transfer his business and leave into the wastelands.

If a potential rival decided to leave into the dangers of the wastelands, no one would stop them. However, their underlings and friends who remained behind would have a life worse than death waiting for them.

Now, Aza'zel was expecting such a life.

He might have had some complaints in the past, but not anymore. He gave the sleeping Saxon a look, especially that fierce scar that ruined whatever impression of innocence such a young face should have, and silently left the butchery in the night.

In this continent of dusky clouds and a crimson moon, day represented the times when the clouds didn't block the moonlight, while night represented the days when the dense clouds blocked the same moonlight.

Quite ironic, how moonlight represented daytime.

Alas, this is how things are in the base layer of the Spiral Abyss. Perhaps the higher layers have a bit of light in their skies, bits, and pieces that descended from the Sacred Staircase and its brilliant continents.

"Don't forget to drop by in three days," said Butch to Aza'zel just as the latter was about to fade from view.

Aza'zel paused for a moment, indicating that he heard the words loud and clear, but he quickly rushed into the dimly lit alleyways that had no name or definitive features to speak of. Perhaps only the strategic streets under the jurisdiction of Raksha have names, such as 1st Street, 2nd Street, and so on and so forth.

Aza'zel returned to the abandoned apartment on the 7th Street, the location Caidie brought him into to complete his first transformation. He believed that this might be the safest location to spend the three grace period days, especially since he wanted to spend this time going through the thirty-six forms.

When Caidie spotted Aza'zel returning to the same apartment, a smile touched her lips in the shadows before she turned around and left.

There seemed to be no one who noticed the former princess as she crossed the distance from the 7th Street to the 12th Street territory.

The blocks adjacent to 12th Street were quite lively with women and hookers. Strong, tall, practically naked male hookers crawling beneath the skirts of arrogant women.

Each of the male hookers in sight had pink ribbons tied to their wrists, ankles, and necks as they groaned, barked, and acted in all manner of disgusting… At least, it was disguised in Caidie's eyes.

She could guess what Wendy Sunflower had in mind when she invited Aza'zel over to 12th Street, and she had to exercise an immense amount of mental restraint not to slaughter every scourge in sight.

Moving through the shadows, Caidie quickly made it into the open courtyard of a large house. It wasn't much too large as it consisted of one floor and over three rooms, but when compared to the town as a whole, this little house might as well be a lesser-class mansion.

In the waning light of the crimson moon where shadows eclipsed the people and their pitiful sense of direction and place, Caidie easily infiltrated the so-called heavily defended base of operations.

Caidie's eyes rippled with the faintest repulsion the moment she entered the perimeters of the small house as a dense aroma of sexual secretions flooded her nostrils.

It was like not a spot on the floors or the walls was spared from being stained by such hedonistic smells and animalistic tendencies. There, on a carpet not too far, puddles of sweat and thick white substances intermingled.

Walls so thick yet they failed to expel the penetrative force of whip-lashing, shouting, and heavy panting from a room the former princess assumed to be the master bedroom.

In that particular room, a strawberry-red-haired beauty pressed down on one guy, a twisted grin on her face as her other hand lashed out with a half-meter-long aluminum wire.

Red lashes covered the man even as his arms were bound to the wall. Sweat and blood drenched his body, serving to excite the woman even more as she moved even more furiously, and eventually, a snap was heard from beneath.

"Fuck!" she cursed, pulling back, a toy strap to her waist appeared to be broken. She impatiently tossed it aside to add the broken toy to a pile of similar toys.

Also broken.

She looked down at the man who groaned through the mouth gag, laughed, and said, "Wait right there, I have a few more of that cheap stuff somewhere."

She couldn't see his face while it was pressed down into a massive pillow, but the flush on his neck told her it must be a masterpiece to look at.

Slapping his shoulder from the back, she dismounted and retreated toward her secret cabinet while sweat trickled down her curvaceous figure. Here, she kept all her babies, the cheap ones and the expensive ones.

A gentle wind caressed her nude figure, and she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow while rummaging through her toys at the sudden silence that engulfed the room.

"Hm? Why have you gone silent, cuties?"

As she spoke, the woman curiously turned her head back, but the scene which greeted her immediately chilled her hot body. The two men lay in pieces on the bed and the floor, while a bold-red sentence in elegant calligraphy was left on the wall.

Don't touch Aza!!!