Kapitel 12: Fight
"Kid, take off that tattered hat! A sneaky person like you could clearly not be a good person!" Zhuāng Fán and the others drew closer, appearing ready to take action against Mò Qīngkuáng.
"Wait a moment, we're disciples of the Yuan Sword Sect, a prestigious sect. Bullying someone who loves flowers is not a big deal! Let's talk things over." Chu Yānrán, seeing Mò Qīngkuáng surrounded, couldn't bear it and intervened.
"Junior Sister Chu, you don't know him. It's better not to get involved. You know Senior Brother Song takes special care of you. Please be more discerning between good and bad." Zhuāng Fán spoke with a gentle tone but intentionally cast a disdainful glance at Lin Yang.
This glance infuriated Lin Yang, and he immediately retorted, "What do you mean by that?"
He also had a favorable impression of Chu Yānrán, a talented and beautiful woman. Chu Yānrán caught the eye of Song Qian as soon as she entered the sect, and he tried various ways to get close to her.
Fortunately, Chu Yānrán was more intimate with him, and she didn't formally enter the embrace of Senior Brother Song.
But the people in front of him were actually trying to undermine him in his presence?
"Lin Yang, Senior Brother Song is far beyond your reach in both strength and family background. Knowing oneself is a virtue, isn't it?" Zhuāng Fán understood Lin Yang somewhat and wasn't afraid. Moreover, with a second-rank Martial Master like Song Qian backing him, he had nothing to fear.
Mò Qīngkuáng coldly observed, silently urging them to fight with Lin Yang. It would serve Lin Yang right to be beaten to death!
However, he also knew that with Lin Yang's current strength, these people couldn't pose any threat to him.
"You, considering you're from the same sect, think it through. Go apologize to Senior Brother Song; you might have a chance to follow Senior Brother Song in the future. Otherwise, hmph..." Zhuāng Fán sneered at Lin Yang and then turned to Mò Qīngkuáng and said, "Kid, let's go."
Mò Qīngkuáng frowned. How dare these people be so arrogant? Who is this Senior Brother Song to give them such confidence?
Suddenly, his spoiled temper flared up. From birth until now, he had never suffered this kind of humiliation. If it weren't for Lin Yang restricting him, these guys wouldn't even have lived to this age in Tiannan City.
Seeing that Zhuāng Fán insolently offended Lin Yang, it seemed Lin Yang wouldn't help them.
'Fine, I won't be polite then.' He coldly said, "What if I don't go?"
"Then, we'll carry you! Charge!"
Six or seven people rushed towards Mò Qīngkuáng together, lifting their swords, ready to attack him in unison.
Mò Qīngkuáng sneered inwardly, 'Too slow!'
With a flash of green light beneath his feet, the disciples of the Yuan Sword Sect only felt a momentary blur, and Mò Qīngkuáng had already appeared outside their encirclement. He casually picked another fresh flower along the way, showing no signs of panic.
Mò Qīngkuáng cultivated the divine-grade technique bestowed by Mò Fán, the 'Wind and Fallen Leaves Technique'! Combined with his innate wind attribute, in terms of speed, he surpassed everyone in the same realm except those who practised divine-grade techniques with spatial attributes.
Even understanding the rudiments of spatial laws required a very high cultivation realm. Those who possessed the innate spatial attribute were extremely rare, appearing once in billions of individuals. It could be said that Mò Qīngkuáng's current speed was unmatched among his peers.
"So fast!" Lin Yang's eyes gleamed. Even if he exerted all his effort, he wouldn't be able to catch up. Observing Mò Qīngkuáng's leisurely stroll, it seemed he hadn't exerted his full effort yet.
"This kid runs really fast. But this hall isn't that big; let's see where you can escape to!"
Seeing this, the group blocked different paths, once again attacking Mò Qīngkuáng.
Mò Qīngkuáng lightly tapped his foot, and his figure almost dragged out an afterimage, instantly reappearing in another part of the hall, picking another fresh flower on the way.
"Senior Brother Zhuāng, we can't catch up!" one disciple exclaimed.
"Look at his footsteps; there's a green light! He has a wind attribute, and he possesses True Qi, which means he's a Martial Master!" Someone with keen eyes noticed the green light beneath Mò Qīngkuáng's feet and exclaimed.
Zhuāng Fán's expression sank. He hadn't expected this elusive guy to be a Martial Master. With their combined strength, they could handle a first-rank Martial Master, but the opponent's young age and current cultivation level hinted at some secrets.
After contemplating for a moment, Zhuāng Fán spoke, "Your cultivation is impressive, and having more friends is always better than having more enemies. I believe Senior Brother Song would also be willing to be friends with such a talented youth."
"That's not what you said a few moments ago though..." Mò Qīngkuáng sarcastically remarked.
"Don't think being a Martial Master gives you the right to act recklessly! In front of Senior Brother Song, you're nothing more than a stray dog! We're trying to advise you nicely, but if you don't listen, capturing you and bringing you to Senior Brother Song won't be as simple as making friends!" Zhuāng Fán threatened once again when he saw Mò Qīngkuáng unwilling to back down.
"Come on, catch me if you can! Once you catch me, I'll let you have your way with me," Mò Qīngkuáng sneered and continued picking flowers.
"Chase him again!"
This time, they became smarter. Since Mò Qīngkuáng was extremely fast, they decided to surround him with sword attacks, ensuring no gaps to escape. As long as they kept a dense formation, Mò Qīngkuáng would have no way out!
Unfortunately, Mò Qīngkuáng's speed was astonishing. While picking flowers, he managed to find opportunities to escape their seemingly impenetrable attacks before the encirclement could fully close in.
With smooth breathing and a ghostly figure, not a single wrinkle appeared on his robe. Truly, he moved through the myriad flowers without a trace.
As they chased him, wielding sword lights like bulldozers, they destroyed the flower sea, scattering petals and breaking the beauty of the flower garden.
"Why doesn't this Martial Master retaliate? His speed is incredibly fast!" Chu Yànrán expressed her confusion.
In reality, Mò Qīngkuáng didn't refrain from counterattacking because he didn't want to. It was because he hadn't had the chance to cultivate other martial techniques. If he used his familiar techniques, Lin Yang would likely recognize them.
"Alas, this beautiful flower garden!" Chu Yànrán sighed as she looked at the flower sea being wantonly destroyed by several people.
"Divine-grade technique! This kid is also cultivating a divine-grade technique!" The astonished voice of the Alchemist Saint echoed in Lin Yang's mind.
'He's also cultivating a divine-grade technique? Is it on the same level as my 'Heavenly Fire Technique'?' Lin Yang was also shocked.
Throughout the entire Tianhan Continent, there were only a few divine-grade techniques. Even his own 'Heavenly Fire Technique' was a blessing from his Master, the Saint Alchemist. Yet, this mysterious figure in front of him also possessed one!
Seeing that Mò Qīngkuáng's speed was too fast, Zhuāng Fán and the others couldn't encircle him and gave up.
"Stop chasing! Since he wants to pick flowers, let's block the entrance of the main hall. We'll let him accompany this ruined flower sea. Let's see how he plans to get out! Xiaohai, go and invite Senior Brother Song to deal with him!" Zhuāng Fán stopped, panting heavily, and declared.
Hearing this, everyone regrouped, blocking the only exit of the main hall. One person ran outside, intending to bring reinforcements.
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