Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World Chapter 150: Sent Sebastian Flying (Part 2)

"Sebastian, are you okay?" One of his admirers imdiately asked in concern, and forgetting what they had just said, while the others showed a hint of embarrassnt on their faces.

Ignoring them completely, Sebastian Caceres’s eyes glared venomously at Amalia.

His handso face contorted in both anger and fierceness as he growled softly, "Amalia, I swear, from now on, I’m against you!"

"That’s all?" Amalia shook her head.

"What did you say!" Sebastian Caceres’s eyes widened in anger.

"You’ve already lost to now. What future do you have? The gap between you and will only widen," Amalia spoke a harsh truth.

Suddenly, Sebastian Caceres scread loudly and startling his admirers.

Out of concern, they imdiately started to cursing at Amalia and were eager to defend him.

They also ntioned to avenging Sebastian Caceres in the future.

Sebastian Caceres couldn’t process any of it; his mind was filled only with the thought of his defeat.

Before issuing the challenge, he had never considered the possibility of losing.

Seeing Amalia confidently springing the trap he had set was exhilarating.

Who would have thought that after setting up a six-minute ga, he would succumb to his opponent within seconds?

It was a great humiliation.

If it had been a hard-fought struggle ending in defeat, it wouldn’t have been so humiliating.

But he still didn’t understand why he lost so quickly when he clearly had the upper hand earlier.

When Amalia knocked him off the stage, she couldn’t face his own failure or the images of disappointnt and ridicule from the audience, so he pretended to faint.

Why did he have to be exposed when he was already defeated?

Sebastian Caceres’s eyes were bloodshot with extre hatred towards Amalia.

Perhaps his emotions were too intense; this ti, Sebastian Caceres actually fainted and was imdiately carried away by his admirers.

As Amalia left the arena, the students from class 9 were already waiting eagerly by the side.

Before they could approach her, she quickly stopped them, glanced at a corner of the audience, gave an order, and swiftly left the scene.

Her spiritual energy had just surged dramatically, and causing her cultivation to start declining again.

In a while, she might directly drop below the Level 5 Interdiate stage, which others would surely notice.

The onlookers exchanged puzzled looks and assud that Amalia just disliked the crowds, given her low-key behavior.

"It’s really her! I knew Kenny Lin would co here. Sister Zanilia, did you see that just now?" Marcello Yoder’s eyes sparkled with excitent.

They arrived a bit late and missed the earlier part where Sebastian Caceres dominated the fight, but they did witness Amalia’s spectacular counterattack.

Zanilia Zhao nodded, "The counter was very impressive. Now I understand why Kenny Lin regards this person highly."

"A Level 5 Interdiate stage against soone who’s almost breaking through to Level 5 advanced stage, and he actually lost to the other? And he was holding an advanced level artifact too. Tsk tsk tsk, is the strength of class 1, First Year, really this weak?" Marcello Yoder said disdainfully.

Zanilia Zhao had a different perspective. "It’s not that his strength is lacking, but that his opponent is too strong. Her strength doesn’t lie in his cultivation level but in her extensive combat experience. As the saying goes, ’The greater the power, the greater the devil.’ This boy underestimated his opponent. However, there’s sothing peculiar about that girl."

"Huh?" Marcello Yoder blinked.

"What’s peculiar about her?"

"Her cultivation level seems unstable, as if about to drop below Level 5 Interdiate stage," this puzzled Zanilia Zhao.

"So strange, could it be from exerting too much force?" Marcello Yoder was even more puzzled.

"It shouldn’t be possible. Perhaps there’s another reason," Zanilia Zhao admitted, "Let’s go."

Amalia, without pausing, arrived at Villa No. 1.

Kenny Lin had left just seconds after determining Amalia’s victory or defeat and was waiting for her inside the villa.

In just that mont, her cultivation had dropped to below Level 5 Interdiate stage.

"Thanks, sorry for troubling you," Amalia approached Kenny Lin, and removed her shirt directly, revealing his fair upper body.

"What are you doing?" Kenny Lin’s brows furrowed imdiately, and his expression turned cold.

Amalia hesitated for a mont, "Help suppress the dispersing bone fragrance in my body. Isn’t this what you usually do?"

In Kenny Lin’s mind, a mory involuntarily surfaced.

Amalia had said before; that they had once shared intimate physical relations.

Kenny Lin returned his gaze to her face, which had flawless features, restrained yet hidden audacity in her eyes, coupled with her performance on the arena today— that mont of dazzling brilliance—cleansed the superficiality.

Suddenly, he understood why ’he’ was falling in love with this person.

"Take off your pants," Kenny Lin’s inner thoughts flashed for an instant, and quickly regained his composure.

He maintained a serious deanor, and was completely unaware of anything odd he might have said.

Amalia stared at him like a stuck tape, her gaze becoming increasingly peculiar, "Say that again?"

Kenny Lin couldn’t comprehend her expression but calmly repeated his request.

"Taking off the shirt I can barely understand, but why the pants?" Amalia thought to herself, and wondering if this pretender bastard was finally revealing its true nature back.

Indeed, a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Black-clothed Kenny Lin only asked her to remove her shirt, but this white-clothed Kenny Lin went too far, even demanding to take off her pants.

If this guy didn’t provide a reasonable explanation, she wouldn’t hesitate to give him a lesson.

"A herbal bath," Kenny Lin, unaware of Amalia’s thoughts, and continued, "Once the herbal properties enter your body, it might be painful. Later, I’ll guide and temporarily suppress the dispersing bone fragrance within your body."

"For how long?"

"Eight hours."

Amalia wasn’t aware that making the usually taciturn White-clothed Kenny Lin say such a long sentence ant sothing.

She reluctantly accepted the reason and considered it as a pass.

She wasn’t awkward about it, and she just simply removed her pants and soaked in the herbal bath.

Since her back was facing Kenny Lin, Amalia didn’t notice that Kenny Lin’s gaze remained fixed on her.