Chapter 16: The Battle Against Li Muxuan
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Staring coldly at Leon, who charged toward him, Mu Xuan’s gaze was utterly indifferent.
Click—
With a faint sound, the air in his hand instantly warped.
Reverse the Eight Directions!
This was a technique Mu Xuan had learned from the Ghost-Hand King, enabling him to create a field around himself and manipulate objects within it at will.
Leon quickly assessed his opponent’s information and chose not to clash head-on.
He paused briefly, then stepped to the right, raising his hand to unleash several deep blue water bullets, firing them fiercely at Mu Xuan.
Kan Character·Water Bullets!
Seeing this, Mu Xuan merely lifted his palm slightly, instantly crushing the water bullets that entered his field.
However, Leon’s move was merely a distraction. His true offensive strength came from the powerful “Reverse Life Triple” technique.
Noticing that his water bullets had drawn Mu Xuan’s attention, Leon closed in rapidly, taking two steps in three strides. With a fierce punch, he struck at Mu Xuan’s waist.
Smack—
Blocked.
Mu Xuan’s left hand grabbed Leon’s extended arm tightly, preparing to activate Reverse the Eight Directions.
Seeing his arm caught, Leon’s expression remained unchanged; he twisted his hand and gripped Mu Xuan’s left hand tightly.
Feeling sharp pain in his wrist, Mu Xuan instinctively loosened his grip. Seizing the opportunity, Leon stepped back.
Once steady, Leon glanced at his right hand, now stained with faint blood, and furrowed his brows slightly.
“Still lacking some experience...”
“But there’s still a fight left.”
Leon’s combat skills were indeed rough, but the opponent wasn’t the mischievous youth who would one day rival Elder Lu Jin with Reverse the Eight Directions alone.
Meanwhile, Mu Xuan keenly sensed something was amiss.
This “Senior Brother Li” had an unusual physical endurance.
Ordinary practitioners would have been badly bruised after being grabbed so briefly, not just bearing a few scratches.
Especially since the San Yi Sect did not specialize in brute strength training.
Unbeknownst to Mu Xuan, Leon’s physical strength attribute had reached 2.4, and he possessed the damage reduction specialty “Innate Reversal,” explaining the anomaly.
At the sidelines, Wu Gensheng watched the fight with great interest.
Though both Mu Xuan and Leon appeared quite inexperienced, both showed extraordinary potential—especially Leon.
Wu Gensheng could tell Leon had barely fought before; his ability to hold his own against Mu Xuan was purely due to talent.
“So soon, and he’s already mastered Reverse Life Triple and Qimen Dunjia to this extent?” muttered the sect leader of the Quán Xìng Sect. “And such a level of life cultivation...”
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“Interesting.”
He could clearly see something was off about Leon’s physical strength and Qi, which was unlike a novice just beginning cultivation.
In the arena:
Leon looked at Mu Xuan and suddenly spoke, “Mu Xuan, you won’t listen to your teacher’s teachings, nor do you acknowledge your instructor.”
“I’m curious...”
“In this world, who can dispel your doubts?”
He then gestured to Wu Gensheng beside him: “Is it your sect leader of Quán Xìng?”
Before Mu Xuan could respond, Wu Gensheng laughed: “Senior Brother Li, if you want to fight, fight. Don’t drag me into this.”
“Once you vent your anger today, we can leave without bothering Sect Leader Zuo.”
Though the situation was slipping out of his control, Wu Gensheng felt there was still a chance to fulfill the purpose of this visit to the San Yi Sect.
His goal wasn’t merely to help Mu Xuan get back at Leon; he saw through the mischievous youth more clearly than the boy himself.
Mu Xuan only admired Sect Leader Zuo.
At this moment, Mu Xuan understood Leon’s implication.
The one who taught the way: Zuo Ruotong.
The one who imparted skills: Wang Yaozu.
Mu Xuan had never addressed either as “Master.”
Yet, he himself had said, “Those who teach the way, impart skills, or resolve doubts—any one of these makes one a master.”
The thought stirred a mixture of shame and fury within him.
No longer standing still, Mu Xuan activated Reverse the Eight Directions and charged at Leon.
“You don’t understand a damn thing!!”
Seeing this, Leon’s heart remained calm. As expected, Mu Xuan was enraged—not yet the repentant elder decades hence.
Leon shifted his stance rapidly, moving to the Kun position.
“Kun Character·Earth River Cart!”
Under the influence of Qimen Dunjia, the earth before Leon surged forward like a river, attempting to engulf Mu Xuan entirely.
Screech—
But in an instant, the raging current was shattered.
One had to admit, Mu Xuan was a rare genius. At his age, he wielded Reverse the Eight Directions with consummate skill, allowing him to easily humiliate ordinary sect disciples.
With jealousy, envy, anger, and unwillingness swirling within him, he poured all his strength into pressing Reverse the Eight Directions against Leon’s chest.
Leon instinctively tried to parry with his left hand but was caught by Mu Xuan, who seized his arm.
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Leon struggled, only to have his arm torn more violently.
His heart sank, but he quickly made a decision.
Summoning all his strength, he spun on his heel, switching positions with Mu Xuan.
At this moment, Leon stood at...
Dui Two, Marsh Southeast!
Enduring the sharp pain in his left arm, his right hand shimmered with a metallic sheen as he thrust fiercely at Mu Xuan’s chest.
If necessary, he would trade injury for injury!
Seeing this, Mu Xuan’s eyes flashed with contempt and a thin barrier appeared on his chest.
With his current cultivation, covering his entire body with Reverse the Eight Directions was difficult, but a partial shield like this was effortless.
However, the moment Leon’s right hand touched the barrier, Mu Xuan’s expression changed drastically.
His Reverse the Eight Directions shattered like tofu.
Before he could react, a figure appeared between them.
Boom—
Leon was instantly thrown backward, tumbling several times across the ground, kicking up dust.
“Cough... cough cough...” He struggled to rise, clutching his chest with a grimace. “You finally couldn’t hold back, huh?”
Though he said this, Leon knew Wu Gensheng had already held back; otherwise, he wouldn’t have just been thrown away so lightly, barely injured.
But knowing this didn’t quell his anger.
Upon hearing this, Wu Gensheng scratched his head awkwardly. “Sorry, normally I wouldn’t interfere.”
“But it was my idea to break into the mountain gate, so I have to bring him down the mountain intact.”
Behind him, Mu Xuan panted heavily, glancing down at his chest with lingering fear.
He never expected to have come so close to death’s door.
At this moment, a huge gash tore open his chest, blood staining his ill-fitting white robe.
In contrast stood Leon, his right hand stained slightly with blood.
Had Wu Gensheng not interrupted, Leon might have lost an arm, and Mu Xuan would have lost at least half his life.
Thinking this, Leon’s voice turned cold. “We’ve fought; you can come down the mountain.”
To him, it was best if things ended here.
Perhaps rumors would spread of Quán Xìng easily breaching the San Yi gate, but as long as Zuo Ruotong lived, the tragic events from the original story would not occur.
Unfortunately, fate was not on their side. Before Wu Gensheng or anyone else could respond, a man with ethereal white hair blocked Leon’s path.
It was Zuo Ruotong.