The King's Avatar: The Sword Immortal Returns

Chapter 177 Mo Qian did it on purpose, he'll dare to do it again next time—+
Whether he's truly alright or not, Mo Qian's word alone isn't enough. Only after the medical staff have examined him will their assessment be truly convincing.
Mu Cheng could sense that Mo Qian's strength in his hand was almost negligible. However, she didn't want him to know this. Just think about it: if he knew she could barely lift her hand, it would be incredibly difficult for him.

So what do you think the other side will do? Open champagne at halftime? Or become arrogant and overbearing?
No, not at all. The opponent will relentlessly attack Mo Qian's weakness until his hand is completely destroyed.

Because there's no room for pity on the world stage; pity is the cheapest thing. Almost everyone knows one thing: victory is the only real thing.
The world will never care who the second or third place is; only the first place can truly touch everyone's hearts.
"Old Mo! How is it? Can you still move your hand?"

Mo Qiancai had just come downstairs when Huang Shaotian was the first to rush over. Even the paramedics couldn't outrun him. Tell me, is Huang Shaotian fast or slow?
The medical staff watched Huang Shaotian quietly.
"Why don't you examine this handsome guy?"
Yu Wenzhou, speechless, pulled Huang Shaotian away from him. Mu Cheng could indeed get close to Mo Qian, because everyone knew the true nature of their relationship.

It's just that the final unspoken understanding hasn't been revealed yet. In reality, all the professional players already know that Mu Cheng and Mo Qian like each other, so those professional players who like Su Mu Cheng can give up completely.

While everyone thought Mu Cheng was still single, little did they know that her heart had already been stolen by that man. As for who that man was, who else could it be but the Sword Immortal Mo Qian?

After Huang Shaotian was pulled away, the medical staff quickly began their work.
The medical staff swore that these hands were the most beautiful works of art they had ever seen. Mo Qian's hands were already exceptionally beautiful, but now, with these bruises, they looked like a beautiful fallen angel among angels.
"How is he, doctor? Is Mo Qian alright?"

Huang Shaotian was about to ask the medical staff a question when Mu Cheng spoke first, so he could only shut his mouth and agree with Mu Cheng's question.

The doctor's expression was very serious, which made all the professional players present a little nervous, as they were afraid that Mo Qian would be unable to compete.

"No big deal."

"Phew—" Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But Huang Shaotian now had a strong urge to give this old man an over-the-shoulder throw. Why was he so serious about it?

"but--"

The word "but" made everyone anxious again. There's an old saying that goes, "It's not the doctor saying 'it's nothing' that's scary, it's the doctor saying 'but'."

"but--"

But the old man seemed to be stuck, unable to utter the remaining half of his sentence, which made Huang Shaotian extremely anxious.

In fact, what Huang Shaotian hates most is only saying half of what he means, but unfortunately, older people usually prefer to say things in half-truths.
"But you need to rest well today, and you can't do any strenuous exercise afterwards, otherwise you'll bleed again. Young man, you're lucky this time, but you might not be so lucky next time."

The old man had already spoken quite tactfully, leaving Mo Qian with a lot of room for maneuver. After he finished speaking, the simple bandaging and treatment were completed, and the old man left.
"I heard this old gentleman's name is Tang Chen; just from that name, you can tell he has a story to tell—"

Looking at the unfathomable old man's back, Yu Wenzhou couldn't help but sigh.

"Get lost! Forget about Tang Chen, let's think about whether Lao Mo can actually play in the team competition—"

As soon as Huang Shaotian said this, Mu Cheng's sharp gaze swept over him, startling Huang Shaotian into quickly explaining, "No, no, Mu Cheng, you don't understand explanations. What I mean is, if Lao Mo can play, then he should play. After all, there are still too few high-end combatants right now."

Mo Qian moved his fingers and wrists; the bleeding had stopped, but his movements were still somewhat clumsy, which would still affect his actions to some extent.

"It's okay, I can play in the team competition. I can probably only perform at about 70% of my peak level now, and I probably can't go to the highest speed setting. I can only settle for second best."

When Mo Qian uttered those words while flexing his fingers, Huang Shaotian and the others gaped, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Old Mo, can I ask you, exactly what percentage of your power did you use when you were beating me up back then?

Although Huang Shaotian could more or less guess the answer, he still couldn't help but ask Mo Qian.
"Yeah, probably around 70%. Don't worry, I won't hold the team back. I'll lead the team in the first team match!"

Mo Qian spoke with great confidence, completely ignoring Mu Cheng's hesitant expression. Mu Cheng wanted to stop him, but she knew it wasn't the right time to stop her man from shining brightly.

So, Mu Cheng chose to—reach out her wicked little hand and pinch Mo Qian's soft flesh at the waist hard!

"hiss!"

Mo Qian gasped. Zhang Xinjie, Yu Wenzhou, and the others, who were discussing tactics, looked at Mo Qian strangely.

"No...it's alright, you guys continue. I won't get involved in the tactical stuff; I'm afraid my involvement might cause problems—"

Mo Qian is absolutely right. If Mo Qian really makes a move, then things will be bad. Old Mo's tactics are like the photinia flower...
It looks fragrant, but the smell... well, those who know, know—

"Mu Cheng, why are you pinching me?!"

Mo Qian bent down slightly and whispered in Mu Cheng's ear,
Mo Qian's breath landed on Mu Cheng's sensitive ear, and Mu Cheng's ear began to change from the base of her ear, turning a bright red that kept changing.
"You, you are bad!"

Mu Cheng pushed Mo Qian away impatiently. She knew that this bad man, Mo Qian, was doing it on purpose. Ever since he found out that Mu Cheng's ears were particularly sensitive, he had done this kind of thing quite often.
But Mu Cheng always gets affected. There's nothing she can do; Mu Cheng seems to have a sensitive constitution. Even the slightest stimulation will make her whole body turn red and hot.

"hey-hey--"

Mo Qian smiled sheepishly. This time, he really did it on purpose—he'd do it again next time!

(End of this chapter)