Observing Wanfa from the martial arts school servants

Chapter 142 The Quan Family Summons

Just as the broth in the iron pot had evaporated, the Quan family arrived.

The one who arrived was the steward, Lin Shan, still wearing that dark blue robe, his goatee meticulously combed.

He stood at the kitchen door and cupped his hands in greeting to Lin Mu.

"Young Master Lin, Elder Quanxin requests your presence."

Lin Mu nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

Upon arriving at the gate of the Quan residence, the square-faced guard straightened his back as soon as he saw him from afar.

The tall, thin guard even took the initiative to lead the horse, his attitude completely different from last time.

Quan Feng was already waiting behind the screen wall, still looking lazy, but his eyes were more serious than usual.

He put his arm around Lin Mu's shoulder and explained, "The Xuanmen sect has been raided again."

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"The Quan family predicts a major war may break out, and this time they have summoned all their retainers to participate in the battle."

By this time, a considerable number of people had gathered in the training ground.

The disciples of the Quan family and several non-Quan family members were scattered around the field. Some held their knives and remained silent, while others whispered among themselves.

The atmosphere was much more somber than usual.

Lin Mu followed Quan Feng through the crowd and headed towards the center of the martial arts arena.

Elder Quanxin was standing with his hands behind his back beside the weapon rack. When he saw Lin Mu arrive, he nodded slightly and was about to speak.

Suddenly, a very rude voice came from the side.

"You're making such a big deal out of it, as if Lin Mu can save the Quan family."

"Can he handle a Core Formation cultivator from the Xuanmen sect?"

It was Quan Youqing who spoke.

He stood on the other side of the weapons rack, his chin slightly raised, his eyes showing a hint of defiance.

Unlike last time, his aura was much heavier—the golden-winged phoenix pattern on his neck was faintly flowing, denser and longer than before.

He has broken through to the Core Formation stage.

He took a step forward, his left foot slamming into the ground, causing the blue bricks to shatter.

The speed of the Golden Wings Technique, driven by the Core Formation Realm, was more than twice as fast as when he was at the Transformation Realm. His entire body transformed into a golden afterimage and rushed straight towards Lin Mu's face.

His right fist was wrapped in the sharp force of the Golden Wing Slash. Before the fist even arrived, the wind from the fist had already blown the stray hairs at Lin Mu's temples backward.

Quan Feng reached out to stop him.

Lin Mu has already made a move.

The mist in his dantian suddenly accelerated, and the golden power of his fist and the pale blue light of the Heart-Clearing Mantra intertwined and entwined on his fist.

He head-on into Quan Youqing's fist.

The two fists collided in mid-air.

A muffled explosion rang out in the training ground, and the shockwave spread outwards from the two people in the center.

The swords and spears on the weapon rack rattled and clanged from the impact.

The golden wing pattern on Quan Youqing's right arm flashed violently under the impact of the fist, and the blue light of the Qingxin Jue (Heart-Clearing Mantra) flowed into his body along the fist.

But Lin Mu discovered that the blue light did not react to the beast pattern at all.

Beast patterns represent the power that comes after shedding one's demonic nature, while the Heart-Cleansing Technique counters the demonic nature itself.

But the power of that punch was already sufficient.

Quan Youqing was blasted so hard that his feet left the ground and he flew sideways.

His back slammed into the stone pier opposite the weapon rack, and several fine cracks appeared on the surface of the pier.

He pushed himself up from the ground, his right arm hanging limply at his side, the web between his thumb and forefinger split open, blood trickling down his fingers.

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

There was a moment of silence at the edge of the training ground.

Then a very calm voice came from behind the crowd.

"That was a bit too harsh."

The crowd parted automatically, and Quan Shanyue emerged from the depths of the training ground.

The golden-winged phoenix's animal-like markings spread from the back of its neck to its entire arm, then climbed up its cheeks, condensing into two very distinct golden feather patterns on either side of its jawbone.

He walked to Quan Youqing's side, looked down at his still trembling right arm, and frowned slightly.

"You've broken through to the Core Formation stage? Very good."

Quan Shanyue took off his outer robe and handed it to the Quan family member next to him. He then stretched his shoulder blades, and his joints cracked a series of times.

"Let's have a fair fight."

Quan Feng frowned, as if he wanted to say something, but Lin Mu raised his hand to stop him.

The two stood in the center of the training ground.

The Quan family members and non-Quan family members who were watching automatically retreated to the sidelines, clearing the entire open space.

Quan Youqing, clutching her still trembling right arm, retreated behind the weapon rack, gritting her teeth as she looked at the arena, her eyes filled with both resentment and anticipation.

Quan Shanyue didn't waste any words.

His left foot slammed into the ground, shattering the blue bricks, and he approached like a golden meteor.

He aimed his right fist straight at Lin Mu's chest.

This punch was more than twice as fast as Quan Youqing's, and the golden wing patterns on the fist gleamed with a cold, sharp light in the morning light.

Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, leaving a visible white streak.

Lin Mu activated his Insight Technique, breaking down Quan Shanyue's punches into distinct trajectories.

The shoulder blade moves first, the elbow joint turns slightly outward, and the veins on the back of the fist bulge suddenly as the power flows through.

He sidestepped the punch, and the short-range explosive power of the Mountain-Crushing Fist was unleashed from his waist and hips, aiming straight for Quan Shanyue's ribs.

Quan Shanyue blocked with his left arm.

The fist collided with the forearm, producing a dull metallic clang.

Both of them took half a step back at the same time, and fine cracks appeared around the blue bricks under their feet.

Evenly matched.

Quan Shanyue's eyes changed.

He shook his arms, and the golden-winged phoenix pattern continued to spread upwards from his arms.

The sharp force of the Golden Wing Slash flickered uncertainly on the fist.

His offensive suddenly accelerated—the speed advantage of the Golden Wing Technique was pushed to the limit of the Core Formation Realm at this moment.

Golden fist shadows rained down like a storm.

The Quan family disciples watching from the sidelines were dazzled, seeing countless golden fist shadows crisscrossing in the air, completely engulfing Lin Mu's figure.

But Lin Mu was not swallowed up by the fist shadows.

The Insight Technique broke down the trajectory of each punch into a very clear picture—Quan Shanyue's speed was indeed very fast, faster than Yue Guan's Frost Sword and faster than He You's Wind Claw.

However, in the field of insight, the difference between fast and slow is merely the density of the trajectory lines.

His footwork darted and shifted amidst the shadows of fists, alternating between dodging and blocking, making the gaps between the punches hitting his body smaller and smaller.

His strength is greater than that of Quan Shanyue.

The pure explosive power of martial arts core condensation is incomparable to the enhancement of beast patterns. With each fist collision, Quan Shanyue could feel a fierce force flowing from his fist into his forearm.

The shock made my hand go numb.

After a dozen or so punches, Quan Shanyue's tiger's mouth was cracked, and a faint trace of blood seeped from his sleeve.

However, Lin Mu also has disadvantages.

Unable to use the Golden Wing Technique, his speed was far inferior to Quan Shanyue's.

He could predict Quan Shanyue's punching patterns, but he was always just a hair's breadth away from striking back.

Often, just as he dodged a punch and prepared to counterattack, Quan Shanyue's next punch would come from another angle and land right in front of him, forcing him to withdraw his punch and switch back to defense.

The weakness of Insight is that it cannot overcome absolute speed.

After about thirty rounds, the two stopped fighting at the same time.

Lin Mu's clothes were cut in several places by the sharp force of the Golden Wing Slash, but there were only a few shallow red marks on his skin, and there was no blood.

Quan Shanyue's right fist split open at the base of his thumb, blood flowing down his fingers, and the golden wing pattern on his forearm flickered in and out with each repeated clash of fists.

Evenly matched.