Mo Yi yawned and looked at the ugly man, saying listlessly, "Can you not be so high-profile with such an ugly face?"
“……” Everyone watched Mo Yi and the ugly man in silence, taking a step back to give the two a space where they could see each other without obstruction.
Mo Yi stood casually in place, showing no signs of panic, glancing sideways at the ugly man without speaking.
“Good kid!” The ugly man, panting with rage, sneered as he slowly stepped forward, clenching his fists, “The path of immortality forbids killing, so I’ve restrained my nature and haven’t done anything wrong, but this is no longer the path of immortality, kid, come here and accept your death.”
As he spoke, a wave of murderous intent erupted from the ugly man, causing anyone with even a bit of martial arts experience to look at him in terror… When did a Hunyuan Master become so worthless?
Indeed, the ugly man was a genuine Hunyuan Master. His ugly appearance provided him with a layer of camouflage, but beneath this facade of an ordinary farmer was a violent and bloody Hunyuan villain, who committed all sorts of heinous acts!
Mo Yi showed no reaction; instead, he crossed his arms and watched the approaching ugly man with great interest.
In the distance, Mo Luo Xue frowned slightly at the impending bloodshed. She sighed inwardly and prepared to draw her sword to assist, regardless of who started the trouble; she just needed to kill the enemy.
“You little bastard, die!” The ugly man suddenly lunged forward when he was five meters away from Mo Yi! No one expected the ugly man to be so treacherous, even attempting a sneak attack on someone without martial arts!
Mo Luo Xue was taken aback and then swiftly drew her sword, accelerating as the sharp light flickered on her slender blade.
“Heh.” Mo Yi chuckled softly, doing something that no one present had anticipated! Suddenly, instead of retreating or dodging, he extended his well-maintained, fair fist and charged directly at the ugly man!
“Are you crazy!?” Mo Luo Xue's heart sank. She truly hadn’t expected Mo Yi to act this way; he could have easily saved himself, but now, with this unexpected turn, his chances of survival plummeted.
Mo Luo Xue unleashed all her strength and charged forward! Her sword intent was imposing! Anything that obstructed her would be cleaved apart!
The ugly man laughed wildly, cursing, “Where did this little bastard come from?! Daring to clash fists with me? Have you been playing with women all day and gone soft?!”
In an instant, before Mo Luo Xue's cold light could reach them, Mo Yi and the ugly man's fists collided!
“That hand is done for.” A scholar among the onlookers suddenly said softly, “Isn't the Apothecary going to help? Are you going to watch your friend become crippled for life?”
“Who said that? Even if his bones are shattered, I will help Brother Mo Yi fix it.” The Apothecary appeared beside the scholar, confidently rubbing his nose, “As long as he’s not dead, I can save him! Besides, Brother Mo Yi has the confidence to do this; he’s a very clever thinker, not a reckless person.”
“You really trust him, huh!” The scholar paused slightly, then helplessly smiled.
“Bang! Crack! Snap…” The sound of an egg colliding with a rock echoed, the sound of bones shattering was chillingly clear, and those with keen hearing could discern every inch of bone breaking, each fragment merging with flesh and piercing into blood vessels. The pain was like a thousand needles piercing the heart, an agony akin to ants gnawing at an elephant, just imagining it could give one goosebumps and sleepless nights, let alone the one enduring such torment.
“Damn it.” A flicker of irritation crossed Mo Luo Xue's eyes, and then a murderous intent filled her entire being. For some reason, now that Mo Yi was injured, all she wanted was to kill. That overwhelming killing intent erupted, causing those nearby to gasp in fear, all retreating to clear a vast space.
“That man is finished.” Someone thought.
“What a pity for such a handsome young man, sigh.” Someone lamented, feeling it was a loss for Mo Yi, as they looked towards the center of the arena.
Suddenly, everyone froze.
Mo Yi and the ugly man's fists were locked in mid-air, both of them frozen in their original movements, like statues.
“Could it be that he shattered his meridians and died?” Someone thought in horror.
Before anyone could react, a piercing scream echoed through the heavens and earth, a sound more heart-wrenching than losing one’s parents, a cry that was maddening, as if the pain was transmitted through the sound to the hearts of all who heard it.
“Thank goodness he’s not dead; Brother Mo Yi is too miserable…” The Apothecary rubbed his forehead, looking towards the center of the arena, and suddenly, he seemed to be struck by lightning, frozen in place.
Mo Yi maintained his punching stance, while the ugly man knelt on the ground like he had lost his parents, clutching his blood-soaked right hand and howling in agony. On that fist, the knuckles protruded through the flesh, the white bone exposed to the air, and just a glance could make one feel the owner’s pain.
Mo Yi slowly retracted his fist, blowing lightly on his unblemished hand, and chuckled, “Not bad!”
Everyone was stunned, as if a heavenly lightning bolt had struck them all, leaving them shocked to the core. The situation in the arena had taken a dramatic turn; the one who should have been beaten and was now kneeling and howling was standing there nonchalantly.
“This… this kid shouldn’t have any martial arts at all!” Someone said in disbelief, looking at Mo Yi in the center.
“Indeed, I have immersed myself in martial arts for many years, and discerning whether someone has martial skills is as easy as having tea and chatting. But this young man, indeed, has not a trace of martial skills! Even during the fist clash just now, it was that man who deliberately collided with the young man’s fist!” Another person said, trembling.
“Then why…” Everyone was confused, puzzled, and shocked.
Mo Yi rubbed his fist; although there were no signs of bruising or swelling, he still felt a bit uncomfortable, after all, he had just shattered someone’s fist, and that sensation was truly unsettling.
“You…” Mo Luo Xue stopped in front of Mo Yi, looking at him hesitantly. She couldn’t understand why it was the ugly man lying down and not Mo Yi.
“We’re just paying players, on a buffed-up high!” Mo Yi patted his chest and said to Mo Luo Xue, “With a buff, I fear no one!”
“……” Mo Luo Xue was taken aback. She recalled that when she was gravely injured and on the brink of death, it was Mo Yi who fed her his blood. Mo Yi's blood certainly had no miraculous properties, but if he had taken some kind of elixir beforehand, it would make sense.
Thinking of having consumed a bellyful of Mo Yi's blood, Mo Luo Xue felt a mix of annoyance and… a slight flutter of excitement.