Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 502: A Hard ending to a fight

Han Xin struggled with a mix of confusion and anger, unsure if the raging emotion was directed at Xiang Yu or himself. How could he find both irritation and a strange sense of attraction in the midst of what was supposed to be a confrontation?

His anger surged like a tempest, hot and overwhelming. With a fierce shove, he pushed Xiang Yu off him, the irony of Xiang Yu’s earlier taunt about using words, not hands, igniting his frustration even further. He couldn’t shake the bitter feeling that lingered. This was the man who had replaced his bride and married him only to try and assassinate him.

Xiang Yu hit the ground with a loud thud, pain shooting through him. It felt like he had broken his butt, and he bit back a yelp. As anger bubbled inside him, he vowed silently to make Han Xin pay for this... someday, when Han Xin fell in love with him. The thought motivated him and he wasn’t going to let this go easily.

"You want to fight?" he challenged, climbing to his feet. "Then let’s fight. You can vent it all out of your system."

With a fierce determination, he lunged forward, and suddenly the room transformed into a battlefield. Shattered porcelain from a nearby vase crunched beneath their feet and overturned furniture added to the chaos. The air thickened with tension, the scent of conflict rising around them.

Han Xin stood tall, chest heaving with rage, eyes blazing like embers ready to ignite. He felt powerful, untouchable. On the other hand, Xiang Yu, formidable as always, found himself backed against the cold, unyielding wall, his strength weakening under Han Xin’s relentless assault.

"Regret it now?" Han Xin growled, his voice low and dripping with venom. The words hung in the air, charged with threat. Clenching his fists, the veins in his arms tightened like bowstrings ready to snap.

Xiang Yu, though pinned and slightly at a disadvantage, wore a defiant sneer. "No, in fact, I am not done so bring it on," he spat, voice steady amid the storm brewing around them.

The fury radiating from Han Xin was palpable, a relentless force that threatened to consume everything in its path. Yet, as he closed in, the intoxicating scent of Xiang Yu enveloped him. It was a faint, alluring aroma that struck him like a wave, disarming him for just a fleeting moment. For a heartbeat, confusion clouded his mind but Han Xin quickly dismissed it. He wouldn’t allow sentiment to weaken him.

Shaking off the haze, he resolved his focus, firm and unyielding. With a swift, calculated move, he seized Xiang Yu by the collar, shoving him back toward the door.

"Get out," he hissed, his voice cold and final, every word laced with unrestrained anger. "Don’t show your face here ever again, or I swear I will kill you."

Xiang Yu stumbled but quickly caught himself, frustration etched across his face like a storm cloud. This was the worst part about being in a new world. The fact that Han Xin didn’t remember him, gnawed at him, a heavyweight that felt unbearable.

He turned back, casting one last look at Han Xin, his eyes burning with a mixture of reluctance and anger, just before the door slammed shut in his face.

Silence enveloped the room, broken only by Han Xin’s laboured breathing. The remnants of their clash lay strewn around him. The overturned furniture and shards of porcelain glinting on the floor were a testament to the ferocity of their fight.

Yet now, in the stillness, a new kind of anger churned within Han Xin as he stared at the wall where he had pressed Xiang Yu moments before.

To his shock, he realized that he had felt a flash of desire then, something he had never experienced before. It surged through him, wild and fierce, igniting a fire that felt almost foreign. Translation, this man got hard, fiercely hard.

Han Xin’s mind raced, landing on a troubling conclusion. Perhaps Xiang Yu wore some sort of aphrodisiac, the scent lingering like a seductive whisper. The thought made his blood boil. The next time he saw Xiang Yu, he might just kill him for trying such a trick.

Meanwhile, Xiang Yu walked away, frustration gnawing at him. He had intended to talk to Han Xin about ways he could contribute to the city. He has a highly beneficial task that didn’t involve shovelling manure. But who could have anticipated that they would end up fighting, or that he would tear open the wound on his abdomen in the process?

As he walked, he felt the blood seeping through his bandages, the warmth trickling down his side. With a trembling hand, he touched the wound, his fingertips staining crimson. "Dammit," he swore under his breath, feeling suddenly drowsy.

His powers felt mismatched with this body, leaving him dizzy. Pressing his palm against the wall for support, he prepared to steady himself but felt a firm grip on his arm.

"Are you alright?" an unfamiliar voice asked, deep and concerned.

Xiang Yu shook his head, a stubborn glint in his eyes. "I am fine," he insisted, trying to brush off the concern. But as he spoke, the world tilted, and he almost fell sideways.

"Stop being stubborn and let me help you," the voice replied, steady and unyielding.

For a moment, hesitance flickered within Xiang Yu, but the dizziness swirled around him like a thick fog. He finally relented, allowing the stranger to support him. Together, they moved slowly back toward Lian and Mei’s place, each step a struggle.

***

Han Zhan was perched atop the roof of one of the old buildings, meticulously patching a section that had long succumbed to leaks from the last storm. The sun was high, casting a warm glow, but his thoughts were elsewhere. As he scanned the busy street below, his eyes narrowed at the sight of two figures moving together. freёnovelkiss.com

He turned to one of his colleagues who was working alongside him. "Do you know who that is?" he asked, nodding toward the pair.

The young man squinted down and replied dismissively, "Who? That beast, Xiang Yu?"

"No," Han Zhan replied sharply. "The one next to him."

The man leaned closer over the edge of the roof, trying to get a better view. After a moment, he said, "Isn’t that Da Hai? He’s the weird kid obsessed with plants."

Han Zhan’s gaze sharpened as he scrutinized the two figures more closely. Da Hai had become a bit of an oddity in the city. He had spotted the boy a few times, always muttering to himself or tending to plants that thrived in makeshift gardens.

But now, seeing him next to Xiang Yu, who should have been met with scorn than sympathy, sparked a sense of unease within Han Zhan.

Everyone in this city seemed ready to jump at Xiang Yu, yet here was Da Hai, a person who actually chose to help him. The very notion felt suspicious. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.