The Xiao Clan, rear courtyard.
Mo Yu looked up at the spacious room before him. On the plaque above the door, three blood-red characters danced across it: Dou Technique Hall.
Listening to the occasional shouts coming from within, Mo Yu wasn't surprised. Although the Xiao Clan's Dou Technique Hall wasn't large and housed mostly low-level techniques, it was already considered quite good within Wu Tan City. Therefore, so clan mbers would occasionally co by.
Mo Yu didn't co to seek high-level techniques, as his mind already held many from his previous life. He ca here simply to study the foundational techniques of the Dou Qi Continent and, in the process, relax a little.
Without further ado, he stepped inside.
Upon entering, the occasional cheers and laughter of teenagers echoed from ti to ti.
The hall was divided into two sections: the east side housed the clan's dou techniques, while the west side was a decently sized training ground. Occasionally, clan mbers would spar here.
Mo Yu had no interest in sparring and dove straight into the eastern section.
Stopping in the main hall, Mo Yu casually picked up a purple scroll from the nearby shelf, slowly unfolding it. On the back of the scroll appeared a few large black characters:
Huang-Class, Low Level: Mountain Splitting Fist!
Leaning leisurely against the bookshelf, Mo Yu slowly absorbed the training thods of this technique. With his wealth of experience, it didn't take long for him to grasp the essence of this low-level Huang-Class technique.
After morizing the basics of the Mountain Splitting Fist, Mo Yu moved to another shelf and grabbed a black scroll. Unfolding it, he saw the title:
Huang-Class, Low Level: Cloud Piercing Kick!
His interest piqued slightly. The Thunder Body greatly strengthened his physical form, but its lack of finesse left room for improvent. Although Mo Yu had already addressed this issue, it couldn't hurt to draw on the experiences of the Dou Qi Continent.
Thus, Mo Yu began his journey of rapid browsing, flipping through scroll after scroll.
His fervent behavior soon drew the attention of so Xiao Clan mbers.
Typically, a Dou Qi practitioner would only need to master two or three low-level Huang-Class techniques. For one, mastering techniques takes ti and effort, and a person's energy is limited. It would be impossible to master so many techniques. Secondly, after breaking through the Dou Zhe stage, low-level techniques lose their utility. Hence, few people would spend too much ti on them.
As a result, Mo Yu's actions left many baffled.
While Mo Yu was engrossed in reading various techniques, an unexpected guest appeared by his side.
"You're Mo Yu?"
A voice filled with inquiry, mixed with disdain and schadenfreude, reached Mo Yu's ear.
Disturbed from his reading, Mo Yu's brow furrowed slightly.
After living through three lives, he detested being interrupted in the middle of sothing he enjoyed.
"And you are?"
Looking at the slightly chubby teenager in front of him, about fifteen or sixteen years old, Mo Yu's eyes flickered with a trace of anger, as if a storm was brewing inside him.
The chubby youth felt a sudden chill as Mo Yu's cold gaze fell on him. Originally thinking this would be an opportunity to curry favor with Brother Xiao Ning, he hadn't expected this person to be so intimidating!
"I... I'm Xiao Le. I heard you perford well during the last assessnt, so... Brother Xiao Ning invited you to spar in the western training ground."
Intimidated by Mo Yu's aura, the youth's tone softened considerably. He pointed to the training ground and stuttered his words.
Hearing this, Mo Yu quickly realized that this person was rely a ssenger. His gaze shifted toward the western training ground.
Standing there was a young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a handso appearance.
This young man was the sa one Mo Yu had encountered earlier — the talented youth of the Xiao Clan, Xiao Ning. Mo Yu was not unfamiliar with him. He was the grandson of the Xiao Clan's Grand Elder, known for his decent talent. At the young age of seventeen, he had already reached the 8th stage of Dou Zhi Qi, only surpassed by Xun'er within the clan.
Of course, that was before.
"It seems my earlier attitude offended him. What a petty person," Mo Yu mused, understanding imdiately why Xiao Ning was targeting him. But he didn't mind.
Why would an elephant care about an ant?
"Cousin Mo Yu, although you're not a direct mber of the Xiao Clan, you still carry the blood of our family. Now that I've invited you to spar, surely you won't refuse?"
Seeing Mo Yu's gaze, Xiao Ning smiled warmly. But a hint of malice flashed in his eyes.
As the grandson of the clan grand elder and the second most talented youth after Xun'er, Xiao Ning's future looked promising. He couldn't tolerate being ignored by soone like Mo Yu, a re descendant of servants.
Today, he would teach Mo Yu a lesson!
Noticing the malice hidden in Xiao Ning's eyes, a dangerous smile curled up on Mo Yu's lips.
Since Xiao Ning was so eager to pick a fight, Mo Yu didn't mind giving him one.
"Since you're so eager, I'll humor you, Cousin Xiao Ning," Mo Yu said, calmly placing down the scroll in his hand and stepping into the training ground.
"Brother Xiao Ning reached the 8th stage of Dou Zhi Qi two months ago. Mo Yu could be in real trouble."
"Ha, a servant's descendant? No matter how much Xiao blood he has, he'll never compare to the real geniuses of our clan."
"Brother Xiao Ning, go for it!"
The crowd buzzed with excitent, gathering to witness the upcoming match.
For so reason, though, Xiao Le couldn't shake the cold feeling from earlier. He had a strange premonition.
Xiao Ning... was going to lose!
"Cousin Mo Yu, I must admit, I've reached the 8th stage of Dou Zhi Qi recently. If you surrender now and bow to , I might forgive your earlier disrespect."
On the training ground, Xiao Ning spoke confidently.
Mo Yu shook his head indifferently. "No need. Let's begin."
Xiao Ning's face darkened as Mo Yu's calm, unflinching deanor fanned his anger. "Since you're asking for it, don't bla for being ruthless!"
With a cold laugh, Xiao Ning clenched his fists, his Dou Qi surging through him in waves of strength.
After a brief mont of tension, Xiao Ning stomped the ground and charged at Mo Yu. As he neared, his claws curved, fingertips gleaming with a cold light.
When he was half a ter away, Xiao Ning's body suddenly halted, and his right claw slashed toward Mo Yu's chest in a deadly arc: "Huang-Class, Mid Level: Splitting Claw Strike!"
The onlookers gasped as Xiao Ning unleashed a mid-level Huang-Class technique from the start.
Family rules forbade heavy-handedness during sparring, but considering Xiao Ning's background, no one dared to intervene.
Many cast sympathetic looks toward Mo Yu, expecting him to be bedridden for weeks after this.
At that mont, Mo Yu remained calm, his gaze steady as he raised his hand. With a sudden surge of power, his right arm radiated with glowing lightning marks, like flas.
"Thunder Body!"
Under the imnse force, Xiao Ning's expression shifted. His body flew backward as if struck by a sledgehamr, only stopping after crashing out of the training ground.
"Xiao Ning... defeated!"
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