Words spoken in discord are but few. Seeing Meng Lan unwilling to put on more clothes, Wen Wen decided to take action.
Facing an opponent who had already put him under pressure upon their first encounter, Wen Wen naturally would not treat the fight casually by using a grenade launcher.
With a deafening roar, a series of sonic booms erupted between Wen Wen and Meng Lan. Wen Wen charged forward and delivered a direct Shura Punch.
His fist landed squarely on Meng Lan’s lower abdomen, sinking in just above the navel. Meng Lan then shot backward like a cannonball, flying dozens of meters before crashing into the wall of the dream containment facility with a thunderous impact.
Wen Wen did not cease his assault. With a sharp cry, his Blood River Sword was drawn, and countless sword lights surged towards the spot where Meng Lan had fallen. This was the Sword Qi Burst Stream he had learned from Qiao Feiya.
As Meng Lan's control over the containment facility deepened, Wen Wen found it increasingly difficult to even escape.
The surrounding walls began to close in on him, turning his own advantageous ground into his burial site.
After a long period of running, Wen Wen was finally cornered and pinned to the wall by several nails.
Meng Lan approached with a model’s gait, lifted Wen Wen's chin, and revealed a captivating smile. "Good little brother, older sister will cherish you well."
Wen Wen gave a wry smile. "I finally understand why Meifu Na was so terrified when she spoke of nightmares. At least in dreams, you are truly unreasonable."
"Clearly, I am the stronger one, yet I am helpless against you."
Meng Lan poked Wen Wen’s forehead. "You stubborn little brother. Since I won, it means I am stronger. You should be worried about what comes next."
"Tell me, when you eat sausages, do you prefer them sliced, bitten directly, or pan-fried?"
Wen Wen’s expression turned bitter, then he smiled again. "You truly are a venomous woman. However, I never intended to defeat you with the few tricks I used earlier."
Meng Lan took a step back, her voice laced with caution. "What do you mean?"
Wen Wen shook his head. "I mean nothing. It's just… it's time for this dream to return to its original form."
The sound of eggshells cracking echoed, and the temporarily constructed dream containment facility instantly began to fall apart…