Curves that could Slice!

"Damn, this is insane. I feel like I could fuck the moon out of orbit."

He muttered, flexing his fingers and feeling the power dance along his skin. He wasn't just strong; he was stupidly strong.

The kind of strong that made him wonder if he could blow away his enemies by simply sneezing in their direction.

He grinned, a wicked curve of his lips that was half-ego, half-horny bastard.

"One more cultivation base, and I'll surpass that old fossil of a patriarch. I'll be unstoppable."

Visions of conquest filled his mind, but not the usual kind of conquest. No, his ambitions were much filthier.

A certain someone's face floated into his thoughts—Reiner, the golden boy hero.

The handsome, flawless prick who probably had women lining up to bear his children just because he blinked at them.

"What stage is that idiot at, anyway?"

Artis wondered aloud, scratching his chin.