11 The Devourer of Filth

Every movement of Baize Jintian astounded those present, exuding an air of the miraculous. As they recalled how often they had bullied him in the past, everyone shivered in unison, as if, at this moment, it was themselves being beaten rather than Kotaro Maruyama. Glancing at each other, they saw fear and regret mirrored in their eyes.

Qi Xi turned and launched his attack without mercy; he had no concept of holding back, swinging his foot in a fierce kick. Kotaro Maruyama could only raise his arms in defense. After Qi Xi’s initial stomp, he performed a bewildering maneuver: the foot pressed down on Maruyama’s body, then Qi Xi spun his body a full three hundred sixty degrees, unleashing another rapid kick from the side.

Caught off guard, Maruyama managed to block again, but he was now fully on the defensive. Though Qi Xi struck ferociously, he inflicted no real harm—nothing like a broken bone, merely superficial injuries.

After another kick to Maruyama, Qi Xi suddenly aimed a powerful blow at his head. If this kick landed and Maruyama’s head collided with something hard, it would be the end. Faced with this deadly strike, Maruyama was terrified, his eyes wide, mind blank, unable even to instinctively defend himself—he simply stared in horror.

As the attack drew near, Maruyama resigned himself to his fate and shut his eyes. Five seconds passed, but the blow never came.

Maruyama opened his eyes in astonishment to see Qi Xi slumped on the floor, pointing at him and saying, "You’re truly formidable. I’ve lost, I have no strength left, my entire body aches and I can’t move. You must still be able to get up, right?"

Maruyama felt as though struck by lightning, standing frozen. His eyes darted to Qi Xi’s mocking gaze, and any malicious thoughts that had surfaced instantly vanished. He forced a smile and said, "You’re just as amazing! You forced me to use my indestructible body technique! From this day forward, you’re my brother, Qi Xi—you’ll be my second brother! Hey, everyone, come here and greet your second brother! Did you hear me?"

The others exchanged puzzled looks. None had expected things to take such a turn, and they were struggling to process it.

Qi Xi’s expression was strange. Though he’d anticipated such words from Maruyama, the mention of an "indestructible body" nearly made him laugh aloud—this guy must have watched too many Chinese martial arts films.

Indeed, Maruyama was obsessed with Chinese kung fu movies; otherwise, he wouldn’t be such a formidable student, able to defeat even the nearly two-meter-tall Songming Shi.

Seeing that no one called out "second brother," Maruyama’s mood soured. He gave a cold snort and scolded, "Hey, you bunch of idiots, did you hear me?"

The group snapped to attention. They had no real objections—Qi Xi was so strong that calling him second brother and thereby erasing old grudges was an outcome they could only hope for.

Everyone hurriedly addressed Qi Xi, "Greetings, second brother! From today, you are our second brother! Please accept our bow!"

With that, they all knelt and bowed, chanting, "Second brother, accept another bow! We don’t ask to be born on the same day, but to die on the same day! If we become rich, we won’t forget each other!"

Qi Xi felt as if thunderstruck, utterly bewildered. Maruyama was clearly channeling the mood of old Hong Kong films—what a bizarre ritual!

After their words, they scrambled to rise, each jostling to say, "Second brother, forgive our past offenses, we’ll serve you loyally!" "Second brother, you’re magnanimous, please don’t hold our previous mistakes against us!" "Second brother…"

"All right, all right! I know, from now on we’re brothers!" Qi Xi, who moments ago claimed he couldn’t move, now sprang to his feet, slapping their shoulders with boisterous laughter. "I don’t hold grudges over such trifling matters!"

Relieved by Qi Xi’s promise, the group let out a collective sigh.

"Let’s go shower!"

"Good!"

"Follow second brother’s lead!"

In the girls' shower room.

Though she had prepared herself mentally, when Xigua finally entered the girls’ showers, her composure faltered. Her heart raced wildly, cheeks flushed, and her gaze roamed over the youthful, energetic bodies within. She took in the dazzling curves, the soft, pink buds, the lush grass below, faintly glimpsing a hidden valley, and countless girls facing away, their slender waists and rounded hips lifted high, revealing a delicate daisy.

There were ordinary figures, but the majority were beautiful, pure, and lovely. Their school was renowned for its abundance of beauties, so naturally this shower room was the object of countless boys’ dreams.

"Giggle, Xixi, come over here!" Ling waved her arm, calling to Yoxi—better known as Xigua—who had just entered, wrapped in a towel.

"Mm…" Xigua swallowed nervously, her eyes constantly scanning the bodies, inwardly exclaiming, "This is worth a lifetime…"

No one noticed a faint, translucent figure appearing in the shower room. With the steamy heat, the girls remained oblivious.

A semi-transparent man—though calling him a man was generous, for this was a wild-haired childlike figure, standing on only one foot, with an unnaturally long tongue. Even standing upright, his tongue reached the floor, constantly searching for a spot he liked—the dirtiest part of the shower.

Soon, the creature reached a corner—the drain where water flowed out.

"Ah… I know… I’ve found it… dirty… delicious… I love it… I love it… I want… more… more deliciousness…" The monster sprawled on the ground, his tongue, nearly one and a half meters long, curling and writhing as he licked that filthy spot. The tongue even split into several fine tendril-like branches, reaching down the drain.