What surprised Ling Tian was that this woman, who looked to be in her early twenties, was actually Chinese!
Almost everyone in the bar was drawn to this woman. It was impossible not to be; if one were to describe this woman in four words, it would be radiant and captivating!
This woman was incredibly beautiful, especially her aura, which was a blend of charm and purity, making her incredibly alluring to any male.
And her figure could only be described as explosive. Her tight black leather outfit further accentuated her stunning physique, making it impossible to ignore!
The appearance of such an outstanding woman in a place like a bar was like a lamb falling into a wolf pack, naturally attracting attention.
Many people approached her to strike up a conversation, but she politely refused them with a few words. Then, this woman walked directly towards Ling Tian.
"Good evening, handsome. Are you alone?"
Ling Tian sized up the woman. He sensed a very familiar aura emanating from her, an aura that his master, Yan Yu, also possessed.
It was clear that this woman had cultivated a charm technique!
A significant characteristic of long-term cultivation of charm techniques was that it made a person incredibly charismatic and approachable, drawing others to them.
Furthermore, interacting with such individuals made it easy to let down one's guard, especially under the influence of hormones, leading to a loss of basic judgment.
"Hello, handsome. My name is Yulia. What should I call you?"
"My name is Ling Tian. Beauty, are you also from China?" Ling Tian asked with a lecherous grin.
"Of course, I'm Chinese. But I moved to the United States when I was very young," Yulia replied with a charming smile.
"No wonder. American food is so good, it helps you develop like this, tsk tsk..."
If anyone who knew Ling Tian saw him like this, they would be utterly shocked. Was this still the Ling Tian with an ethereal aura and upright demeanor?
This was clearly a man who reveled in pleasure and toyed with women, a seasoned philanderer with decades of experience in the art of seduction.
In reality, Ling Tian wasn't entirely to blame. He wasn't inherently like this. The reason he presented himself in such a manner was due to the excellent tutelage of his masters.
Even if Ling Tian hadn't experienced it himself, he had seen it all. His third master, Gong Heming, fourth master, Xiang Yuntian, and fifth master, Gu Tianxi, were all handsome men who had been quite the playboys in their youth.
Coupled with a master like Yan Yu, who understood women's psychology perfectly, Ling Tian found it incredibly easy to handle such situations and play along.
"Oh my, handsome, you're so naughty..."
Yulia playfully punched Ling Tian's arm, her voice sweet and coquettish, enough to make the bones of any man go soft.
Just then, a few Americans walked past them. One of them, a tall Black man,'s eyes lit up when he saw Yulia sitting by the bar. He reached out and slapped Yulia's shapely backside.
"Hey, what are you doing? Are you looking for death!"
Yulia immediately cursed back in anger.
"Heh heh, little girl, I've taken a liking to you. Come with me to my room!
Name your price, and I'll make you unable to resist!" the Black man said lecherously.
"Whoosh!"
Yulia was furious and directly raised her hand, splashing her cocktail all over the Black man's face.
"You bitch, you're asking for it!" The Black man, Bruce Lee, enraged, threw a punch at Yulia's face, showing no mercy.
This Black man was named Bruce Lee. He stood at 1.95 meters tall and was powerfully built.
He was a former boxer, but a rather unsuccessful one, often serving as a stepping stone for top fighters who beat him severely.
Things only changed two years ago when Bruce Lee discovered he could control the blood flow in his body, concentrating it in specific areas for short periods, thereby enhancing his physical capabilities.
For instance, in the boxing ring, he could momentarily channel blood into his arms and fists, causing them to thicken instantly.
Simultaneously, the power of his punches increased by nearly double, along with his speed and resilience.
As a result, his record quickly improved, with dozens of consecutive wins, and he defeated two heavyweight boxing champions.
His unusual abilities were also noticed by the American organization, the Scepter of God, which recruited him.
He had initially intended to continue earning money in the boxing world, but the American capitalists were not fools. They knew about the existence of super-powered individuals, leading to an unspoken rule in the industry: fighters discovered to be super-powered were banned from competition.
Bruce Lee, forced to leave boxing, turned to underground fighting. This time, with the elite of the Scepter of God deployed, he accompanied the American team to the island.
He considered himself a capable fighter and had no shortage of money, so he frequented the bar every night for entertainment.
The bar lights were dim, and his attention was entirely focused on Yulia, the woman. If he had noticed Ling Tian conversing with Yulia, he wouldn't have dared to act so boldly.
After all, figures like Prometheus and Pat, whom Ling Tian had eliminated, were beings he looked up to.
Seeing Yulia as sexy and beautiful, he assumed she was a woman working in the nightlife industry and began to make advances. It was evident that he had done such vulgar things countless times before.
But today, he had picked the wrong target. He never expected Yulia's reaction to be so fierce, retaliating and splashing him!
Bruce Lee, completely lacking any gentlemanly conduct, was consumed by rage and threw a punch directly at Yulia's face.
Being hit in the face by a professional boxer's punch and being killed by it was not uncommon. However, just as his fist was about to connect with Yulia, she suddenly whipped her head around, her long hair flowing and brushing against Bruce Lee's face.
Bruce Lee suddenly smelled a fragrance and his vision was obstructed by her hair. At almost the same moment, his fist grazed Yulia's head, missing her by only an inch or two.
And then, Yulia casually grabbed a bottle from the bar counter and smashed it down hard on Bruce Lee's bald head.
"Crack!"
With a loud bang, the bottle shattered, and blood, liquor, and broken glass flew everywhere.
"Ah, you bitch, you dare to hit me!"
Bruce Lee, true to his profession as a boxer, was not as incapacitated as an ordinary person would be after being hit with a bottle. Although he was dizzy, he was not fatally injured.
He instinctively adopted a boxing stance, a habit ingrained from years of training.