Chapter 77
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"Young master, that Qin Xiaoyou doesn't seem to get along with Mo Wen. They even got into an argument at the staircase just now."
A youth walked into the private room and reported respectfully.
"Do you know why you can only be a servant?"
Su Boyu put down his chopsticks and looked at the youth calmly.
The youth didn't dare to speak and just looked at Su Boyu with a puzzled look.
"Because of this place?" Su Boyu pointed at his head and said coldly, "If you were smarter, you wouldn't have to follow behind me every day."
The youth was slightly shocked but didn't dare to say anything. Su Boyu's words were basically telling him that his future was limited and that he wouldn't focus on grooming him in the future.
"Qin Xiaoyou is a smart woman. She just wants to put on a show for me. But unfortunately, she is still too inexperienced. No matter what relationship she has with Mo Wen, it won't change my determination to deal with Mo Wen. The more she tries to cover it up, the more I can't let Mo Wen have a good life. "
Su Boyu's lips curled into a cold smile and he playfully played with the emerald ring on his finger. Usually, people who looked down on him didn't end up well.
The youth's forehead was covered in cold sweat. Only then did he understand that there were such twists and turns.
"Is that so? I'd like to see what you can do to me. "
A sudden voice sounded in the private room. Nobody knew when, but there was suddenly another person in the room. It was a youth who was as calm as water.
"Mo Wen!"
Su Boyu's pupils shrank. He didn't notice how Mo Wen came in. Although he wasn't an ancient martial arts practitioner, the youth beside him was an ancient martial arts practitioner in the later stage of the Regulated Breathing realm, but he didn't notice any trace of Mo Wen.
"I'm standing in front of you now. Tell me what you want to do to me."
Mo Wen's lips curled into a cold smile and he walked towards Su Boyu unhurriedly.
Upon hearing this, the expression of the youth, who was standing with his hands by his side, changed slightly. He had been in the room and had not noticed when Mo Wen had entered. His duty was to protect the young master. Strictly speaking, he had already failed in his duty.
"Mo Wen, you have guts. But don't think that just because you know a few ancient martial arts, you are invincible."
Although Su Boyu was shocked, he calmed down very quickly. As far as he knew, Mo Wen was just an ancient martial arts practitioner in the later stage of the Regulated Breathing realm. His bodyguard was also in the later stage of the Regulated Breathing realm, so he wasn't afraid of Mo Wen.
Naturally, the youth couldn't let Mo Wen get close to Su Boyu. so he attacked immediately. He took a step forward and punched towards Mo's face.
After knowing Mo Wen's foundation, he didn't dare to hold back and directly unleashed his full strength. His Inner Qi surged, and before his fist had even arrived, a sharp cold wind blew towards him.
Mo Wen looked at the fist that was heading straight for his face. His eyes didn't even blink. He casually extended a palm and firmly received the youth's fist.
The young man felt as if his strength had sunk like a stone into the sea, as if he had struck cotton.
"You're still lacking a bit. Let the guy hiding in the dark come out and try."
Mo Wen laughed coldly. The hand that was holding onto the young man's fist shook slightly. The young man was sent flying, crashing into three or four chairs along the way before he stopped. However, he fell to the ground and couldn't get up.
"You … you destroyed my martial arts …"
The young man struggled to get up. His eyes were filled with fear and despair because he discovered that two different types of inner force had entered his body just now. One was cold and the other was hot. They were extremely domineering and easily destroyed his inner Qi. As the cold and hot alternated, they destroyed all the meridians in his body.
The destruction of his meridians was equivalent to the destruction of his entire cultivation base. More than ten years of hard work would go down the drain.
Among the ancient martial arts practitioners, crippling the martial arts of others was definitely the most ruthless method. Some people would rather die than be willing to cripple the martial arts that they had painstakingly cultivated for decades.
However, Mo Wen did not even look at the youth. His expression was still calm, but he did not continue to attack. He seemed to be waiting for something.
After a week of practice, coupled with the medicine left behind by the Ming Cult, he had long reached the pinnacle of the later stage of the Regulated Breathing realm and was half a step into the Soothing Pulse realm. Moreover, he was practicing three supreme martial arts teachings at the same time, so his Inner Qi was comparable to that of an ancient martial art practitioner in the beginning stage of the Soothing Pulse realm.
A mere ancient martial art practitioner in the later stage of the Regulated Breathing realm posed no threat to him at all.
Mo Wen did not want to cause trouble because he knew that his current cultivation was still low and his ability was insufficient. He might not be able to protect himself. However, not causing trouble did not mean that he was afraid of trouble. Su Boyu's repeated provocations had already crossed his bottom line.
Su Boyu's expression changed when he saw that the young man could not even withstand one blow from Mo Wen. However, he was not flustered and remained as calm as ever.
"Young man, your murderous aura is too strong. You are not suitable to practice martial arts."
Behind the screen of the private room, a silhouette walked out silently and stood behind Su Boyu like a wooden pillar. However, his eyes were fixed on Mo Wen from beginning to end. An indistinct pressure emanated from his body, enveloping Mo Wen from afar.
That person was about forty or fifty years old. He was dressed in a Chinese tunic suit and was not short. He stood behind Su Boyu like a tree trunk.
"Taking advantage of your seniority."
Mo Wen laughed mockingly and shook his head. How dare an ancient martial art practitioner in the Soothing Pulse realm say that he was not suitable to practice martial arts in front of him?
Back in the day, Mo Wen's magnum opus made martial art practitioners in the Embryonic Breathing realm retreat. He was known as a master in the martial arts circle.
The Soothing Pulse realm was at most considered a beginner. Without the cultivation of the Sea of Qi realm, one could not even be considered a true martial art practitioner.
"Humph, don't think that no one can deal with you just because you have some ability. Since you like to cripple people's martial arts so much, I will cripple you too."
Mo Wen mocked him in front of his face. That middle-aged man felt a little embarrassed. With a cold snort, he extended his body and leaped up, pouncing towards Mo Wen like an eagle catching a chick.
He did not believe that an ancient martial art practitioner in the Regulated Breathing realm could defeat him.
The difference of one realm was not just a little bit of difference in ability. The difference of a millimeter was as big as a thousand miles.
It was extremely rare for a martial art practitioner to cross realms and defeat an opponent. Only those super geniuses could do it.
A claw fell from the sky. Five streaks of Qi faintly pulsed out from the fingertips. Although ancient martial art practitioners in the Soothing Pulse realm could not release their Inner Qi and take someone's life from a hundred steps away, they could start to use the mystery of Inner Qi.
Mo Wen expressionlessly stretched out his hand and slapped the air. A shapeless ripple spread out with him as the center. The middle-aged man's body that was pouncing in the air suddenly stopped. The claw that was aimed at Mo Wen deviated strangely.
The next moment, a strange suction force exploded with Mo Wen as the center. The middle-aged man's body fell towards Mo Wen uncontrollably.
At this moment, his attack had missed. The old force had not dissipated and the new force had not been generated. He had no time to react at all.
Mo Wen extended a hand and easily grabbed the middle-aged man's palm. His palm shook slightly.
The next moment, a frightening vibrating force surged towards the middle-aged man with Mo Wen's palm as the center.
Poof!
The frightening vibrating force caused the middle-aged man to suffer internal injuries. He spat out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably.
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