บท 12: Chapter 12: The eye of hatred
In the bustling city of Quinzeng, the rivalry between Tin Hao and Mou Lin became the talk of the town. Tin Hao's hatred for Mou Lin was well-known, rooted in a deep-seated jealousy and wounded pride. As the eldest son of Governor Wei Hao, Tin Hao was used to being the center of attention, his arrogance unchallenged until Mou Lin's rise disrupted his world.
Tin Hao's disdain for Mou Lin had begun long before their fates crossed directly. Stories of Mou Lin's extraordinary abilities and strategic genius spread quickly through the city, and each tale further inflamed Tin Hao's envy. He couldn't stand the idea that a former villager's son, someone he deemed far beneath him, could garner such respect and admiration.
The final straw came during a city-wide martial arts tournament. Tin Hao entered with the expectation of an easy victory, his usual confidence bordering on overconfidence. He believed his family's status and his own brute strength would secure his win. However, he had not counted on Mou Lin's prowess.
Mou Lin's performance was exceptional, his movements precise and calculated. He defeated opponent after opponent with a blend of skill and strategy that left the audience in awe. When Tin Hao faced Mou Lin in the semifinals, he was already seething with jealousy.
The match was intense. Tin Hao fought with all his might, but Mou Lin's calm demeanor and tactical brilliance quickly put him on the defensive. Each of Tin Hao's aggressive moves was countered with ease, and the crowd's cheers for Mou Lin only fueled Tin Hao's rage. In a final, humiliating moment, Mou Lin disarmed Tin Hao and sent him sprawling to the ground.
As Tin Hao lay there, defeated and humiliated, the crowd erupted in applause for Mou Lin. The contrast between Mou Lin's humble acceptance of his victory and Tin Hao's previous arrogance was stark. This public defeat solidified Tin Hao's hatred for Mou Lin. In his eyes, Mou Lin had taken everything from him: his pride, his honor, and the respect he had always demanded but never truly earned.
From that day on, Tin Hao's animosity towards Mou Lin festered. He saw Mou Lin as a constant reminder of his own failures and shortcomings. Every mention of Mou Lin's name was a stab to his wounded pride, and he vowed to find a way to reclaim his lost honor.
Meanwhile, Tang Hao continued his training with Mou Lin, unaware of the depth of his cousin's resentment. He admired Mou Lin's humility and wisdom, qualities that only served to deepen Tin Hao's hatred.
One evening, as Tang Hao was leaving the academy, he encountered Tin Hao in the courtyard. The look in Tin Hao's eyes was one of pure malice.
"You think you're better than me because you train with that peasant?" Tin Hao sneered. "You're just as worthless as he is."
Tang Hao stood his ground. "Mou Lin has shown me the value of humility and respect. These are strengths you could never understand, Tin Hao."
Tin Hao's face twisted with anger. "He's a nobody, and you're a fool for following him."
Tang Hao shook his head. "Mou Lin has earned his place through his actions, not his birthright. You could learn much from him if you let go of your pride."
Tin Hao's eyes burned with hatred. "I will never bow to someone like him."
As Tang Hao walked away, he couldn't shake the feeling that Tin Hao's hatred for Mou Lin would lead to further conflict. He only hoped that, in time, his cousin would come to see the value in the lessons Mou Lin had to offer.
But for now, the rift between Tin Hao and Mou Lin only seemed to grow, fueled by jealousy, pride, and a deep-seated need for validation. The city of Quinzeng watched with bated breath, knowing that this rivalry was far from over.
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