"Damn it!"
Fujii Hideo grunted angrily, and at that moment, Nagasawa Yuko had already come out from the hot spring, draping a bathrobe over his body, yet she herself wore nothing at all, allowing Ye Wudao to see everything clearly.
But oddly enough, despite seeing her naked form, he felt no stir in his blood, as if Nagasawa Yuko was not a woman at all.
Perhaps Ye Wudao internally resisted her, and having seen through the faux innocence deep in her bones, he held no interest in her whatsoever.
Fujii Hideo, now clothed, placed his hands in front of him, guarding his centerline, drawing power from his dantian, unifying his hands, eyes, heart, body, and breath.
With energy flowing through his entire body, Fujii Hideo shifted his legs and burst out shouting, lunging fiercely towards Ye Wudao with entry, palm strikes, leg trips, and flowing techniques—clearly demonstrating that the rumors of Fujii Hideo being an Aikido expert were not unfounded.
