Wandering Swordsman |

With a soft shout, the two moved simultaneously. Fu Jiang's attacks were swift and fierce, each move carrying a strong sense of pressure. Shen Mo felt a chill, realizing that Fu Jiang's strength had improved considerably, but he was not afraid. Instead, he focused even more intently on dealing with each of Fu Jiang's attacks.

Despite Fu Jiang's inexplicable increase in strength, Shen Mo maintained his unwavering belief in victory. "Although he's become stronger, I can still see through his movements. As long as I remain calm and find his weaknesses, victory will still be mine," Shen Mo silently chanted to himself as he carefully observed Fu Jiang's actions, searching for the best opportunity to counterattack.

During the battle, Shen Mo seized a fleeting opportunity, leaping forward and thrusting his wooden sword towards Fu Jiang's heart with lightning speed. Fu Jiang tried to dodge, but Shen Mo was too fast; with a "crack," the wooden sword in Fu Jiang's hand was severed. Everyone expected Fu Jiang to continue fighting as he had the day before, but to everyone's surprise, Fu Jiang declared, "I lost."

Fu Jiang's voice carried a hint of helplessness and resentment, but he still chose to concede defeat. Just when Shen Mo thought Fu Jiang had accepted his loss, Fu Jiang's gaze suddenly turned cold, his tone became ruthless, and he shouted, "Master, kill him for me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Yonghuan appeared out of nowhere. Looking at Shen Mo before him, Li Yonghuan was both amazed by his talent and quickly weighing the pros and cons.

"Master, hurry up and do it!" Faced with Fu Jiang's urging, Li Yonghuan steeled his heart, thinking, "Never mind! Anyway, Fu Sheng dotes on Fu Jiang the most, and Qilin Village will belong to Fu Jiang in the future. Killing an outsider shouldn't be a big problem!"

Seeing Li Yonghuan suddenly appear before him, Shen Mo's intuition told him he couldn't win. In that critical moment, Shen Mo immediately turned and fled. His movements were swift and decisive.

Seeing Shen Mo turn to flee, Li Yonghuan moved like a ghost. With a light touch of his toes to the ground, his figure floated up like a wisp of smoke, appearing in front of Shen Mo in a few flashes. His movements were swift and fluid, as natural as flowing water, instantly blocking Shen Mo's path. Upon seeing this, Shen Mo's heart tightened, and he immediately assumed a defensive stance.

"Kid, you can't escape," Li Yonghuan said coldly, his gaze towards Shen Mo as if he were looking at a dead man.

After a brief standoff, Li Yonghuan struck first, his longsword slicing through the air with a hiss as he thrust it towards Shen Mo. Shen Mo dodged to the side, simultaneously striking out with his palm, narrowly missing Li Yonghuan's blade. Li Yonghuan was secretly astonished; this young man's reaction speed was incredibly fast! However, his extensive combat experience prevented him from losing his composure; instead, he focused even more intently on finding an opening in Shen Mo's defenses.

As the number of exchanges increased, Li Yonghuan grew increasingly astonished. Although Shen Mo's strength was clearly inferior to his own, the talent he displayed had deeply impressed Li Yonghuan. 'Such talent is undoubtedly limitless in the future, but it's a real pity he's about to perish here,' Li Yonghuan thought, as he quickened his pace, trying to end the battle as soon as possible.

Watching all this unfold, Fu Jiang realized that Shen Mo's strength far exceeded his expectations. His face grew increasingly grim, jealousy fueling his rage. He also feared that Fu Sheng might suddenly appear and rescue Shen Mo. Therefore, Fu Jiang kept urging Li Yonghuan to act quickly, "Master, hurry up! Don't let him get away!"

Just as Shen Mo was feeling overwhelmed and considering whether to risk using his demonic powers, a powerful force suddenly swept in, separating the two locked in fierce combat. Fu Sheng appeared just in time, grabbing Shen Mo's arm with one hand and deflecting Li Yonghuan's attack with the other. Everyone present felt Fu Sheng's undeniable authority.

Fu Sheng's face was terribly grim, his eyes flashing with anger. However, upon seeing Fu Jiang's slightly panicked expression, his expression softened slightly. "What are you doing?" Fu Sheng's voice was deep and authoritative, and the entire training ground immediately fell silent.

Upon seeing his father appear, Fu Jiang's eyes darted around, and he immediately began to argue, "Father, you've come at the right time. When Shen Mo was sparring with me just now, he tried to kill me. If Master hadn't appeared in time to protect me, I would probably be dead by now. So Shen Mo deserves to die." His tone was urgent, but a cunning glint flashed in his eyes as he tried to shift all the blame onto Shen Mo.

Fu Sheng frowned slightly, pondering to himself: Normally, letting his son run wild wouldn't matter, but Shen Mo possessed extraordinary talent, and his existence was of great use; naturally, he couldn't let his son harm Shen Mo. So, he calmly scanned the room, his gaze finally settling on Shen Mo. "Shen Mo, what exactly happened?"

Shen Mo met Fu Sheng's gaze, his expression calm and without the slightest panic. "Chief, Fu Jiang did indeed propose a duel, and our match was conducted according to the rules. However, after several rounds, Young Hero Fu Jiang suddenly proposed ending the match and summoned his master with the intention of taking my life."

Upon hearing this, Fu Sheng's face grew increasingly grim. He knew Fu Jiang's personality well and had roughly pieced together the whole story. Fu Sheng's anger gradually rose, but he knew it was inappropriate to directly reprimand his son at this time, lest it damage their father-son relationship. "Hmph!" Fu Sheng snorted coldly, his voice carrying an undeniable authority.

Then Fu Sheng turned to face Li Yonghuan, a stern glint in his eyes. "As the master, you actually listened to your disciple and did such a reckless thing. It is a serious violation of the rules of Qilin Village." Li Yonghuan lowered his head, not daring to look Fu Sheng in the eye, his heart filled with remorse.

Then, Fu Sheng turned to Fu Jiang, his eyes revealing a hint of disappointment and helplessness. "I am very dissatisfied with your behavior, but considering that you are about to get married, I will let you off this time." Although Fu Sheng's voice was low, every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Fu Jiang's heart, making him feel a surge of dissatisfaction.

After speaking, Fu Sheng led Shen Mo away from the training ground, leaving behind a regretful Li Yonghuan and a silent Fu Jiang. A tense atmosphere filled the air, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.

As Fu Sheng led Shen Mo away from the training ground, the surroundings were exceptionally quiet, with only the sound of their footsteps echoing in the air. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground, and an occasional breeze brought a touch of coolness.

Fu Sheng remained silent for a while, seemingly considering how to begin, his brows furrowed and his eyes revealing complex thoughts.

Finally, he broke the silence. "Shen Mo," Fu Sheng's voice was low and serious, as if every word had been carefully considered, "Although I have stopped my son's behavior today, he will be resentful. In the days to come at Qilin Village, he may take even more extreme measures against you. From now on, unless absolutely necessary, try to stay in your room and don't go out."

Shen Mo nodded silently, sensing the warning in Fu Sheng's words.