Bab 478: Chapter 478: Challenging the Dojo
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Under the moonlight, a cool breeze blew.
In a dim corner of the asphalt road stood a hunched figure.
He wore tattered ascetic robes, supporting his hunchbacked body with an ancient wooden staff, and a bamboo hat on his head.
From the wrinkled and aged skin on the hand supporting the staff, it was evident that he was an old man.
Under the bamboo hat, the old man gazed at the entrance of the dojo in front of him.
In the worn-out and lifeless eyes of the old man, he seemed to see a huge gray aura looming over the dojo, filled with resentment and despair.
Under the bamboo hat, the old man's aged face couldn't help but twist into a silent, menacing smile.
This smile was devoid of any kindness. It resembled the terrifying smile of a hideous ghost, looking at its prey.
Whoosh~
Suddenly, a cold wind blew.
When he looked again, he realized that the old man had disappeared from the spot, as if he were a ghost.
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Inside the dojo.
Zeng Yi, who was cooking in the kitchen, suddenly felt a chill down his back. He immediately stopped his actions and quickly turned around, only to find no one behind him.
"What's going on?" Zeng Yi furrowed his brows and questioned himself in confusion.
For some unknown reason, his body suddenly felt a chilling sensation, as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast.
However, this feeling lasted only for an instant and disappeared without a trace.
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The next day.
Zeng Yi, as usual, woke up before the sun rose and started his daily morning training.
After completing his training, Zeng Yi went to the dojo to clean and organize.
After finishing the cleaning work, just as Zeng Yi was about to go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, he heard noisy voices coming from outside the courtyard gate.
What's going on?
Puzzled, Zeng Yi went to the entrance of the dojo and opened the gate. He saw a group of people walking towards the Swift Wind Sword Dojo, with an aggressive demeanor, on the asphalt road paved from the gate, less than a hundred meters away.
Leading them was a middle-aged man who appeared to be around forty. He was wearing a black martial arts uniform, followed by a group of teenagers aged fifteen to twenty, all dressed in matching yellow attire.
Seeing this scene, Zeng Yi's eyes narrowed. He could tell that this group of people had no good intentions by coming to the Swift Wind Sword Dojo.
These people are from other dojos. What are they doing here?
Challenging the dojo?
Zeng Yi stood in the middle of the gate, quietly waiting for them to approach, while thinking about how to deal with them.
There is no such thing as a Shrek Academy in Eastern Continent. As most martial spirits are related to swords, such as long swords, short swords, giant swords, and sabers, various swordsmanship dojos have emerged.
These dojos have diverse sword techniques and therefore compete with each other. After all, each sect believes that their swordsmanship is the strongest and hence, conflicts arise.
This is what they call challenging the dojo.
Zeng Yi had been here for nearly half a year. Judging from the size of the Swift Wind Sword Dojo, he knew that it used to be a flourishing and prestigious dojo.
But now, it had fallen to such a state and only had three people left.
In such a weakened dojo, someone still dared to challenge them?
It seemed like these people were just looking for trouble.
Soon, the group of people reached the entrance of the Swift Wind Sword Dojo.
"You have come to pay a visit to the Swift Wind Sword Dojo. What brings you here?" With a calm expression, Zeng Yi looked at the dozen or so people in front of him and asked indifferently.
Zeng Yi's voice was cold. He knew that this group of people had come for no good reason. There was no need to be polite to them.
Moreover, seeing their strength, which was weaker even than Mo Xin, Zeng Yi couldn't help but smile. They really didn't know their own limits to dare challenge them.
The middle-aged man in the black martial arts uniform from the group - Jie Yue, stepped forward and looked at Zeng Yi standing at the door with a somewhat disdainful gaze. He said, "We heard that the Swift Wind Sword Dojo has reopened recently and gained new disciples. As an old friend of the Swift Wind Sword Dojo, the Vigor Sword Dojo naturally had to come and pay a visit."
"This young brother, you look unfamiliar. Are you the new disciple of the Swift Wind Sword Dojo?"
Zeng Yi, with a look of indifference, stared at the man in the black uniform and said, "That's right, I am a disciple here."
At this point, Zeng Yi's gaze went down to the man's empty hands, and he couldn't help but laugh. "Weren't we old friends? You came to visit but didn't bring any gifts? At your age, you don't even know this common courtesy?"
"You!"
Hearing Zeng Yi's mockery, Jie Yue's bold and tough face froze for a moment. He stared at the young man who seemingly didn't know his own limits.
"Master Jie, why bother with such a run-down dojo? Let's be straightforward. We came here today to challenge your cowardly master, Mo Xiao, to come out!" One of the disciples from Vigor Sword Dojo spoke up. They seemed impatient and wanted to rush inside.
Seeing this group of people looking aggressive, wanting to barge in, Zeng Yi narrowed his eyes. A cold gleam flashed in his eyes.
"What's all this noise early in the morning!"
Just as Zeng Yi was about to draw his sword, a raging roar suddenly came from behind him, sounding like a furious lioness.
This sudden voice made the people from Vigor Sword Dojo outside the gate stop in their tracks.
Zeng Yi turned around and saw Mo Xin angrily marching towards them, clearly still in a bad mood from waking up.
"What's going on? Making such a fuss outside my house early in the morning, do you want to die?" Mo Xin quickly arrived at the entrance and looked at the disciples from Vigor Sword Dojo without any concern for her image. She was incredibly fierce.
However, when the people from Vigor Sword Dojo saw the face of this heroic young girl in front of them, they all looked as if they had seen a ghost.
"You, you are Sister Xin! When did you come back?"
It was a voice full of fear. Mo Xin was stunned for a moment when she heard it. Following the voice, she saw a young man with a terrified look on his face, staring at her in shock.
Mo Xin couldn't help but touch her chin, ponder for a moment, then squinted her eyes and sneered, "Isn't this Yan'zi? It seems you've grown up and become a disciple of Vigor Sword Dojo, the number one dojo in town. It must be quite an honor!"
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