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Facing the praise from Wu Yong, Mo Ming seemed accustomed to it, showing no signs of pride. He merely raised the corners of his mouth slightly, without a hint of distasteful arrogance, and said, "Brother Yong, your skills are not bad either. I can see that you were just testing me earlier; your true strength is certainly more than this."
"Hehe, I indeed wanted to test your skills just now. Not bad at all; the Wudang techniques are well within your grasp. Now, I will get serious, so be careful."
Wu Yong was exceptionally excited to see how proficient Mo Ming's skills were. He stuck out his bright red tongue and licked his upper lip, as if a spirit wind had sprouted from his feet, stepping forward with an unusual gait toward Mo Ming.
"I hope you can show your true strength, Brother Yong. After all, only by facing a strong opponent and experiencing some hardship can one truly improve." Mo Ming smiled calmly and began to spar with Wu Yong using the Cloud Ladder technique.
Both sides exchanged several sets of Wudang techniques in close combat, utilizing the Bagua Palm to counter each other's moves. For a moment, it was difficult to determine who had the upper hand. However, Mo Ming knew that in terms of proficiency with the Bagua Palm, he was currently not as skilled as Wu Yong. He relied on his keen reflexes and incredible speed to gain an advantage. Although Wu Yong had the upper hand in palm techniques, he could not easily overcome Mo Ming.
"Not bad at all, Mo Ming! Your palms adapt to your body’s movements, and your steps follow your palms well. You just need to pay more attention to using the strength from your waist when transitioning between offense and defense!"
As soon as Wu Yong finished speaking, he moved one hand in a yin-yang motion while stepping back. With a powerful thrust from his waist, both palms surged forward like dragons soaring through clouds toward Mo Ming. Caught off guard by the unpredictable palm technique, Mo Ming received two strikes to his chest and staggered backward.
Mo Ming halted his steps and let out a sigh of relief. Although he felt immense pain in his chest from Wu Yong's strikes, he did not mind the pain; instead, he mentally noted Wu Yong's move and shook his head with a wry smile. "It seems I still haven't mastered it thoroughly. Come again, Brother Yong!"
"Haha! I got a bit too excited just now and didn't control my strength properly. Don't be angry, Mo Ming!" Wu Yong said cheerfully without dwelling on it further and closed in again.
Mo Ming knew that if he allowed Wu Yong to close the distance, he would be at a significant disadvantage. He quickly shifted his stance and used Tai Chi's principle of borrowing force to deflect Wu Yong's Xingyi Quan attack while creating some space for himself to counterattack with Tai Chi.
"Hey! The boss is actually fighting Frenzied Warrior!" Missile exclaimed upon seeing Mo Ming and Wu Yong sparring. Soon after, others noticed the commotion and gathered around.
Demon Guanyin crossed her arms and walked proudly to the front of the crowd. Upon seeing the duel between Wu Yong and Mo Ming, she frowned slightly and said, "Isn't Mo Ming using Wudang techniques? When did he learn them? He seems to have picked them up quite well."
"Demon Guanyin, can you tell that this is Wudang Sect's technique?" Silver Wolf asked curiously. He didn't know much about Demon Guanyin and was unaware that she also understood Wudang Sect's secret arts.
Demon Guanyin found Silver Wolf's question unworthy of an answer; she snorted coldly and continued watching the duel. Seeing that Demon Guanyin ignored him made Silver Wolf somewhat angry but he held back his frustration and turned his attention back to Mo Ming and Wu Yong.
"Wow! This is so exciting! Watching the boss's moves—sometimes fast, sometimes slow—it's really hard to predict! One moment it seems like a punch is far away; in the blink of an eye, it's right in front of him! Truly impressive!" Corpse Man stared intently at Mo Ming, every movement making him thrilled.
Demon Guanyin scoffed, "Mo Ming's Tai Chi is indeed good; however, at his current level, he definitely cannot match Wu Yong." As she spoke, she shouted at Wu Yong in the arena: "Idiot! Can't you use Mountain-Shaking Palm?"
"Mountain-Shaking Palm? What’s that?" Red Ghost blinked curiously.
Upon hearing Demon Guanyin's taunt, Wu Yong couldn't help but chuckle bitterly. Before Mo Ming could react, he gathered strength in both arms and shouted loudly as he thrust both palms forward simultaneously. Mo Ming was secretly startled and hurriedly used Tai Chi techniques to dissipate Wu Yong's palm force.
Wu Yong's palm technique was too fierce for Mo Ming to counter, and in the end, he took two hits to the chest. In fact, if he hadn't been using Wudang techniques, Mo Ming could have fought back with his fists. However, since he had agreed to use Wudang skills, he couldn't back out now.
Iron Man and the others were shocked to see Mo Ming defeated by Wu Yong. Corpse Man exclaimed, "Oh my God, so Frenzied Warrior is that strong? The boss actually got hurt by him?"
"Corpse Man, can't you see that the boss was using Wudang techniques? If it were a normal fight, I still think the boss would win. After all, he was much stronger than he is now when he showcased his skills that day."
Despite their shock, Iron Man understood that Mo Ming was injured because Wudang techniques restricted his movements, which led to his defeat by Wu Yong.
After taking two hits, Mo Ming felt a burning pain in his chest and painfully covered it with his hand. "Brother Yong, was that Mountain-Shaking Palm also a Wudang technique? Ah Yun never taught me that."
"Haha, of course it's a Wudang technique. It's just that Seventh Master didn't teach Yun Song. At that time, he was focused on revenge and developing his power; even if Seventh Master wanted to teach him, he probably wouldn't have learned," Wu Yong said with a laugh as he approached. "I might have hit a bit hard just now. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine; this little injury is nothing," Mo Ming shook his head and said to Wu Yong. "Brother Yong, you've already mastered Seventh Master's true teachings, right? From our match just now, I can tell you've perfected Wudang techniques."
"Perfected? What good is that? If it came down to a real fight, I still wouldn't be able to beat you," Wu Yong replied. "I've learned most of what Seventh Master knows. You want me to teach you, don't you?" He wrapped an arm around Mo Ming's neck.
Mo Ming didn't beat around the bush and nodded directly. "Hehe, I do want you to teach me. You saw how strong Evil Eye is; there's still a gap in our strength. If I don't work harder, I won't be able to beat him next time we meet."
"Evil Eye is indeed a freak," Wu Yong nodded in agreement. "I can teach you, but I think practicing like this isn't very good for you. You can learn from many styles, but if you fight me using Wudang techniques, you'll clearly be at a disadvantage. That last palm strike wouldn't have hurt you if it weren't for the Wudang techniques."
"I know," Mo Ming nodded. He understood Wu Yong's point well; he wasn't falling into any misconceptions. The rules of today's match required using Wudang techniques, but Mo Ming wanted to see how Wu Yong executed them in battle while also gaining more experience.
Seeing that Mo Ming understood the reasoning behind it, Wu Yong stopped talking and immediately began teaching him the Mountain-Shaking Palm technique. Iron Man and the other members of the Brotherhood followed suit and started learning as well since their leader was learning martial arts; picking up some skills would be beneficial.
To quickly master Wudang techniques, Mo Ming decided to stay in the basement. Aside from sleeping hours, he either practiced alone or sparred with Red Ghost and others. The results were quite good; with each practical session, Mo Ming's strength rapidly increased.
Of course, Red Ghost, Iron Man, Missile, Silver Wolf, and others knew how formidable Mo Ming had become and were reluctant to engage him in battle. However, Mo Ming didn't care whether they accepted or not; he directly attacked them instead, forcing the Brotherhood members to defend themselves.
Mo Ming even challenged Red Ghost and other members of the Brotherhood to team up against him. If they could defeat him, each person would receive a reward of one hundred thousand dollars. This temptation of one hundred thousand dollars was significant enough that Red Ghost and others teamed up at least twenty times for this challenge but faced crushing defeats every time.
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Time flew by quickly as the weather gradually turned cold. Nanhua City, being located in the south, never saw snow throughout the year; however, heavy snow had begun falling in other regions as China's Spring Festival approached.
Inside the basement was an oppressive chill.
However, Mo Ming and Wu Yong were in a dire situation, with Wu Yong looking extremely disheveled, his eyes swollen and bloodshot, resembling someone with a black eye. In contrast, Mo Ming only had slightly swollen cheeks and no other injuries.
After more than a month of grueling training, Mo Ming's strength had made remarkable progress. The continuous duels every day greatly refined his combat skills.
"Mo Ming, you really are a combat genius! You've managed to utilize the techniques of the Wudang Sect so effectively that your offense and defense are nearly flawless. I can't beat you anymore," Wu Yong said with a bitter smile, shaking his head. In this final match, Mo Ming no longer limited himself to the Wudang Sect's techniques but instead integrated his previously learned combat skills with the Wudang Sect's methods and boxing techniques, leaving Wu Yong unable to defend himself.
"Haha, I originally planned to go easy on you, but you insisted on going all out. Now look at you in this state; don't blame me for it. Over this past month, thanks to you sharing many insights and with the help of Silver Wolf and others, I've made such great progress," Mo Ming chuckled as he looked at Wu Yong's miserable appearance. There was a burgeoning pride in Mo Ming's eyes—not arrogance, but a deep confidence in himself.
Wu Yong didn't mind Mo Ming's laughter and said, "With your current strength, you should be much stronger than before. Do you think you can defeat Evil Eye?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe I can, maybe I can't," Mo Ming replied vaguely. If he had possessed such strength during their duel on the rooftop, defeating Evil Eye wouldn't have been too difficult. However, Evil Eye was not an easy opponent; after that incident, he likely improved as well.
"I wonder if Evil Eye has made any progress in his strength," Mo Ming thought eagerly about facing Evil Eye again. A surge of excitement coursed through his veins; perhaps Mo Ming was just someone who thrived on competition and victory—he felt uneasy unless he had his enemies beneath his feet.
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