"Speaking of won, the won of our Divine Bull Country are the best. Not only are they srizing, but their tenderness is like water. Especially those who’ve been trained; they can truly keep you up all night."
A handso young man wearing rimless glasses and dressed in a suit and tie said proudly. His attire was out of place among the Qi Refiners around him, who were all dressed in the Ancient Martial Style.
This man was called Park Junnan, an outstanding figure among the younger generation of the Divine Bull Country, with cultivation already at the Nascent Soul Late Stage.
The Pu family holds an extraordinary status in the Southern Country. It is said that the entire Divine Bull Country, whether in economy or national affairs, is controlled by the Pu family. They even decide who becos the pri minister of the Divine Bull Country, showing the imnse power they hold behind the scenes.
"Speaking of won, who can compare with our Wolf Country’s won? Whatever knowledge you have about the bedroom, wasn’t it learned from our Wolf Country’s films?"
A short and stout young man stood up and said disdainfully. He had a little mustache below his nose, was balding but had tied his hair into a small ponytail, wore a striped outfit looking like an escapee from an asylum, and wore wooden clogs with a long and short curved sword tucked at his waist.
His na was Ikeguchi Mu, from a prominent family in the Wolf Country. Don’t be fooled by his appearance—his cultivation is extraordinary; otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to join in on the conversation in this setting.
"Are the won of our Longxia not beautiful?"
A young man who looked like a monkey shouted. His attire was strange, resembling the genie from Aladdin in mythology, with a red dot in the middle of his forehead. Everyone felt that if there were a tree beside him, he could leap up to it, as he looked too much like a monkey.
However, no one dared to underestimate this person, as his cultivation was also astonishing.
Mo Buwen said with a smile, "Gentlen, stop arguing. Everyone has their preferences. I think the won from each country have their unique appeal, and I would be willing to taste them all."
"Hehehe... Young Master Mo has the sa thoughts as ," Sha Wuqiu said with a lascivious smile. "They say the best won have the face of the Divine Bull Country and the skills of the Wolf Country. Such a woman is hard to find, so I plan to gather won from Longxia, Divine Bull Country, and Wolf Country today and have a good taste."
Sha Wuqiu stood up and looked at Mo Buwen, "I’ll make a bet with you. If I win, let pick one of your won; if I lose, you can choose any of mine."
Mo Buwen laughed, "That’s exactly what I wanted."
Sha Wuqiu sent out a robust young man. His physique and aura were fierce, with eyes like a wolf, full of wildness.
Mo Buwen looked at Mu Lingchen and the others, "Gentlen, who is willing to step up and win the first prize for us?"
This ti, Mo Buwen had brought young talents from the Longxia’s top young talents list. Each had a gloomy expression; using Longxia’s won as a bet was truly bestial.
Mo Buwen’s expression suddenly turned ugly.
"Ladies and gentlen, you’ve sworn your allegiance to , so you must understand the rules. If you defy orders, don’t bla for being rude."
Mu Lingchen smiled, "Young Master Mo, let take on this first battle. This fight concerns Young Master Mo’s face. If we lose, it would be too embarrassing."
Mo Buwen finally wore a faint smile, "Alright, you go. But rember, do not kill."
"Understood!" Mu Lingchen cupped his fists, then stepped out into the arena, staring at the Qi Refiner from the Wolf Country opposite him.
"I’ll tear you to pieces; you still have ti to forfeit." The opponent reached out, wearing clawed gloves like a wolf’s claws that glead with a chilling light.
Mu Lingchen’s eyes narrowed slightly as he sneered, "A petty clown from a tiny country, are you only skilled in empty words?"
The young man from the Wolf Country roared with anger, his aura surging, and with a fierce stomp, the ground exploded as he pounced like lightning.
Swish!
The claws glittered with sharp cold light, tearing through the air, aiming directly for Mu Lingchen’s neck.
Mu Lingchen sneered, unfolding his Bone Breaking Fan with a whoosh, a sizzling sound accompanied by flying sparks. The claws left several white scratch marks on the fan surface.
Mu Lingchen was slightly surprised; the opponent’s clawed gloves were extraordinary. His Bone Breaking Fan was made of fine steel and cold iron. That the opponent could leave marks on it spoke volus about its quality.
Swish!
Mu Lingchen spun the Bone Breaking Fan in his hand like a fist. The edge of the fan surface was no less sharp than a blade, directly slicing toward the opponent’s neck.
The opponent kicked the ground, shooting backward.
Murder flashed across Mu Lingchen’s eyes, and the Bone Breaking Fan flew from his hand, spinning in the air, continuing its slash toward the opponent’s neck.
Clang!
The Qi Refiner from the Wolf Country roared, with white light surging between his palms, sending the Bone Breaking Fan flying.
Yet the next second, he scread in terror.
Because at the mont he repelled the Bone Breaking Fan, Mu Lingchen was already up close, his palm rising with terrifying power surging like a tide.
The power enveloping the Qi Refiner from the Wolf Country dissipated, as Mu Lingchen’s palm landed squarely on his chest with a boom, his clothes exploding into fragnts, his chest collapsing completely, bones piercing through flesh, sticking out from the back, with blood splashing everywhere.
Bang!
The opponent was sent flying, landing dozens of ters away, already lifeless.
Mo Buwen sprang to his feet.
The scene was in an uproar.
This place had its rules, which prohibited deadly challenges.
Mu Lingchen had killed his opponent with a single palm strike.
Mu Lingchen raised his hand to summon the Bone Breaking Fan, giving the opponent’s corpse a disdainful look. A mid-stage Golden Core, being forced to use a second move was already giving him face.
"Mo Buwen, how dare you violate the rules?" Sha Wuqiu roared.
Although this man wasn’t his strongest subordinate, he was the most loyal. Being killed like this filled him with rage.
Mo Buwen stared at the returning Mu Lingchen with an ugly face, asking, "What are you doing?"
When Mu Lingchen was about to fight, he specifically instructed him not to take a life. But Mu Lingchen’s earlier move was clearly a killing strike, aid at taking the opponent’s life, leaving no excuse for a mistake.
Mu Lingchen said, "I helped Young Master Mo win a beauty from the Wolf Country, and you can do as you please. You should be grateful to ; why the dark face? I’m truly perplexed."
"Did you do it on purpose?" Mo Buwen demanded loudly.
Mu Lingchen sneered, "I don’t understand what you an by ’on purpose.’ All I know is I helped Young Master Mo win."
"But I told you the rules here. Who told you to kill?"
"Weren’t you the one who instructed to kill, Young Master Mo?" Mu Lingchen asked loudly, full of confusion. "Young Master Mo, didn’t you tell repeatedly to kill the opponent and let these Wolf Country beasts know the fate of coveting our Longxia won?"
Mo Buwen’s eyes were fierce and distorted, glaring at Mu Lingchen viciously, "When did I ever say such a thing? Why are you framing ?"
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