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Xu Mancheng was a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in a black suit and carrying a Peach Wood Sword on his back, exuding an imposing presence. He was a well-known self-taught Yin-Yang Master, having reached the Master Rank in his craft.
Behind Xu Mancheng stood over fifty folk practitioners, all similarly attired in casual clothing and bearing the same Peach Wood Sword. They were his disciples, with the most accomplished among them having attained the Taoist Master Tablet, while some of the less experienced had only just begun their training.
Wu Mao was a man in his fifties, his hair half gray but his demeanor vibrant and youthful. His cultivation had also reached the Master Rank. He wore a yellow Daoist Robe, resembling someone from the Daoist Sect, and was accompanied by more than twenty individuals dressed in identical robes. All of them had achieved the Taoist Master Tablet and hailed from the same temple.
Wu Mao was the Shishu of this group. Having received an invitation from Yang Xiaochao, he personally led his disciples to this location to provide them with an opportunity for practice.
At that moment, a practitioner in his thirties stepped forward from behind Wu Mao. Pointing at Xu Mancheng and his group, he spoke without restraint, "Shishu, we clearly got here first. These impostors want to come over and take what's ours; why should we hold back? We can just take them down directly."
Xu Mancheng's brow furrowed as a glint of killing intent flashed in his eyes. His voice turned icy as he retorted, "Stinky Taoist, who are you calling an impostor? Do you believe I won't take you down right now?"
Xu Mancheng despised being labeled as a counterfeit master. Although he had never trained in a temple, he believed that Daoist Arts were merely about strength; there was no such thing as genuine or counterfeit.
It should be noted that Xu Mancheng began practicing under his grandfather at the age of four. By thirteen, his grandfather had passed away, leaving him to explore and cultivate Taoist Magic on his own for thirty-nine years since then.
Despite lacking formal instruction, Xu Mancheng's innate talent and insight allowed him to reach Master Rank by thirty, which was quite impressive. However, compared to those who practiced both Daoism and Buddhism like Wu Mao, there remained a significant gap.
Tension filled the air following the Taoist's words; neither side dared to speak further. They cautiously watched each other, prepared for any sudden attack.
"Wow, I can't believe someone is fighting over a bag of Mud Pill. This is quite amusing!" I stood by and watched for a while, trying to figure out what was going on. Although that bag of Mud Pill was the one I had thrown on the ground, I wasn't foolish enough to rush in and fight over that useless item.
I sat comfortably on a nearby bed, propping my head up with my hands, waiting to see the two sides clash.
Xu Mancheng's patience had run out. He looked impatiently into Wu Mao's eyes and coldly asked, "Wu Mao, I'll ask you one last time. Are you going to hand over that bag of pills or not?"
"Wu Mao, there's no need for more talk! If you have the guts, let's settle this with a fight. Whoever wins gets the pills. We'll see whose skills are superior!" Wu Mao shook his head defiantly. He took off his Peach Wood Sword and assumed a stance, beckoning Xu Mancheng forward.
"Very well! That's exactly what I was thinking! The one with the stronger fist has the final say!" Xu Mancheng slowly drew his Peach Wood Sword from behind him, his eyes filled with killing intent as he locked gazes with Wu Mao. With a sudden movement, he charged forward, actively attacking Wu Mao.
"Hmph, let's see just how skilled you really are!" Wu Mao snorted coldly, his body swaying as he transformed into an afterimage and countered Xu Mancheng's advance.
"Bang bang~~ Boom boom~~"
In the blink of an eye, Wu Mao and Xu Mancheng were engaged in combat. As a legitimate Taoist Master, Wu Mao's moves were precise and well-structured, demonstrating a mastery of both offense and defense that showcased his skill.
Moreover, having practiced Taoist Magic for over ten years longer than Xu Mancheng, although both were at Master Rank, Wu Mao's internal power was about ten percent stronger than Xu Mancheng's.
On the other hand, while Xu Mancheng's techniques weren't as polished as Wu Mao's, his attacks were unique and aggressive. Whenever he found himself at a disadvantage against Wu Mao, he would unleash unexpected moves that caught Wu Mao off guard, allowing him to turn the tide.
After three or four minutes of exchanging blows—over fifty strikes—their speed was so fast that they appeared as mere afterimages in the room. The onlookers couldn't discern what was happening at all.
"Indeed, experience counts for a lot," I activated my Yin-Yang Eyes to clearly see the exchanges between Xu Mancheng and Wu Mao.
From what I could observe in the current situation, Wu Mao held a slight advantage; however, he struggled to bring Xu Mancheng down. If this continued, it was evident that Wu Mao's stamina was not as good as Xu Mancheng's. At that point, a reversal of fortunes could very well occur.
Wu Mao's face broke into a smile as he looked into Xu Mancheng's eyes and said, "Heh, Xu Mancheng, you're still a bit behind me. You probably won't be able to take this bag of pills. Why don't we just call it a day? If we keep fighting, it will only hurt our relationship."
Seeing the sweat pouring down Wu Mao's forehead and soaking his Daoist robe, Xu Mancheng scoffed disdainfully and replied, "Heh, Wu Mao, at your age, if we keep this up, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back. If I end up injuring you, I won't take responsibility. Hand over that bag of pills now, and I might just let this go. Think carefully!"
"Hmph! You think you can wear me out? Your calculations are good, but I'm afraid you won't last that long!" A cold glint flashed in Wu Mao's eyes as he intensified his attacks, pressing Xu Mancheng harder.
Just as Xu Mancheng exposed a flaw in his defense, Wu Mao thrust his Peach Wood Sword forward, piercing Xu Mancheng's chest and creating a bloody hole the size of a thumb. Hot blood gushed out, instantly staining Xu Mancheng's clothes red.
Xu Mancheng quickly retreated a few steps to create distance between himself and Wu Mao. He pressed his hand against the wound on his body, his expression darkening. Looking fiercely at Wu Mao, he growled, "Wu Mao, you’ve forced my hand!"
Xu Mancheng waved his hand behind him and shouted loudly, "Disciples! Kill these Stinky Taoists! That bag of pills is yours for the taking; I guarantee you won't have to give me a single one!"
Upon hearing Xu Mancheng’s words, his disciples' eyes gleamed with greed. They all drew their Peach Wood Swords and charged toward Wu Mao and his companions.
"Kill these Stinky Taoists and grab the pills!"
"Kill them! Hand over the pills!"
(End of Chapter)
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