12 Fight

"Brat, take off that broken bamboo hat of yours first! Hiding your face, sneaking around… You must be up to no good!" Zhuang Fan and the others moved closer, and it looked like they were going to attack Mo Qingkuang at any moment.

Chu Yanran saw Mo Qingkuang trapped in a tight encirclement and couldn't bear it, so she quickly spoke up, "Wait a minute, the Origin Sword Sect is a famous sect, why would we bully a lone flower lover? Let's settle this with a good talk."

"Disciple Sister Chu, you don't know him at all, so it's best if you don't get involved in this mess. You also know that Senior Brother Song takes special care of you," Zhuang Fan's tone was gentle, but as he spoke, he deliberately glanced at Lin Yang with contempt.

This glance made Lin Yang furious. He immediately said angrily, "What do you mean?"

He also thought highly of a young woman like Chu Yanran who was both talented and beautiful. Chu Yanran had caught Song Qian's eye the moment she entered the mountain gate, and he had tried every means to get close to her.

Fortunately for him, Chu Yanran was closer to him and did not throw herself into the arms of Senior Brother Song.

But this group of people actually tried to poach her right in front of his face?

"Lin Yang, Senior Brother Song's strength and family background are far from what you can offer. You are a person with self-awareness, aren't you?" Zhuang Fan knows a little about Lin Yang. He knew Lin Yang's results in the disciple recruitment meet were at the peak of the Martial Artist stage, so he was not afraid of the kid at all. Moreover, he had a Grade Two Martial Master, Song Qian, behind him. What was there to be afraid of?

Mo Qingkuang looked on coldly as he urged them in his heart. These guys had better start fighting with Lin Yang. He deserved to be beaten to death!

However, he also knew that with Lin Yang's current strength, these people could not pose any threat to him.

"Since you are from the same sect, think carefully and go to Senior Brother Song to apologize. In the future, you still have the chance to follow Senior Brother Song and live a good life. Otherwise, hmm…" Zhuang Fan glanced at Lin Yang in disdain, then turned to Mo Qingkuang, "Kid, let's go!"

Mo Qingkuang frowned. How dare these people be so arrogant? Who was Senior Brother Song to give them such confidence anyway?

Immediately, his spoiled temper rose. From the moment he was born until now, he, Young Master Mo, had never been bullied like this before. If it weren't for Lin Yang's presence holding him back, these ignorant brats wouldn't have been able to live so long in Celesouth City.

Seeing how reckless Zhuang Fan was and had offended Lin Yang, he had a feeling Lin Yang wouldn't help them.

'Then I don't need to be so civil with them,' He thought then said coldly, "What if I don't want to move?"

"Then we'll carry you away! Men, let's go!"

Six or seven people joined forces and pounced on Mo Qingkuang. They prepared to stab him in unison, raising their hands to aim at their target.

Mo Qingkuang laughed coldly in his mind, 'Too slow!'

A green light flashed beneath his feet and the few people from the Origin Sword Sect felt their vision blur. Suddenly, Mo Qingkuang had reappeared outside the encirclement. He casually plucked another fresh flower and put it in his hand, not a hint of panic on his face.

Mo Qingkuang cultivated the god-tier cultivation technique, the Violent Wind Falling Leaves Technique, which Mo Fan had given him. Coupled with his natural wind attribute, in terms of speed, other than spatial attribute martial artists practitioners who also cultivated god-tier cultivation techniques, no one at the same level could surpass him!

The spatial law was an existence that could only be comprehended when one's cultivation reached the Supreme realm. A martial artist who was born with the spatial attribute was almost one in a billion. How many years would it take for one to appear?

It could be said that Mo Qingkuang's current speed was the fastest among his peers!

"So fast!" Lin Yang's eyes flashed! He wouldn't be able to catch up to this speed even if he tried his best! Looking at Mo Qingkuang's leisurely manner, it seemed like he hadn't used his full strength yet.

Where did this person come from? He was so strong!

"Brat, you ran quite fast. This hall is only so big. Let's see where you can run to!"

When Song Qian's underlings saw this, they blocked his way and once again charged toward Mo Qingkuang.

Mo Qingkuang tapped his feet lightly, and his figure almost left afterimages. In an instant, he appeared in another part of the hall, picking another fresh flower along the way.

"Senior Brother Zhuang, we can't catch up!"

Someone with sharp eyes noticed the green light under Mo Qingkuang's feet and exclaimed, "Look at his feet, it gives off green light! He is a wind attribute martial artist and possessed True Qi. He's a Martial Master!"

Zhuang Fan's heart sank when he heard that. He didn't expect that this kid who hid his head under a bamboo hat had actually reached the Martial Master realm. With their strength, they could still deal with a first-grade martial master together. However, for the other party to have such cultivation at such a young age, there might be some secrets behind it.

"Your cultivation is extraordinary," He said after a moment of silence, "It's better to have one more friend than one more enemy. I believe that Senior Brother Song would be very willing to make friends with such a young and promising person like you."

"That was not what you said a few seconds ago…" Mo Qingkuang mocked mercilessly.

Seeing that Mo Qingkuang was unwilling to step down from his high pedestal, Zhuang Fan threatened him again, "Don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you're a Martial Master! In front of Senior Brother Song, you're like clay chickens and pottery dogs! If you don't listen to my good advice and we capture you, it won't be as simple as making friends!" 

"Come on, if you catch me, I'll let you guys do all that hehe." Mo Qingkuang sneered and continued to pick flowers.

"Chase him!"

This time, they had learned from their mistakes. Mo Qingkuang was extremely fast, so they brandished their sword and surrounded him! As long as they closed the gaps between them, Mo Qingkuang would have nowhere to run!

Unfortunately, as previously mentioned. Mo Qingkuang was extremely fast. While picking flowers, he was always able to find an opportunity to escape from their seemingly airtight gap before they could surround him.

His breathing remained steady and his body was swift. There was not even a single wrinkle on his robe. Indeed, he had passed through thousands of flowers without a single leaf touching him.

They chased after him all the way, waving their sword lights like bulldozers, sweeping the sea of flowers into pieces. Broken branches and leaves flew everywhere, completely destroying the beauty of the sea of flowers.

"That guy is a Martial Master and he is so fast. Why didn't he counterattack?" Chu Yanran said, a little confused.

In fact, it wasn't that Mo Qingkuang didn't want to attack, but he didn't have time to cultivate other martial techniques. If he used other martial techniques he was familiar with, Lin Yang would immediately recognize him.

"Ha… This is such a beautiful flower garden too!" Turning around, Chu Yanran watched as her fellow "sect-mates" wantonly destroyed the sea of flowers. She could not help but sigh.

"Divine level cultivation technique! That brat also cultivated a god-tier cultivation technique!" The Alchemist Saint's surprised voice sounded in Lin Yang's mind.

"He also has a god-tier cultivation technique? A god-tier cultivation technique that's on the same level as my Heavenly Flame technique?" Lin Yang was also shocked.

There were only a few god-tier cultivation techniques in the entire Everfrozen Continent. The one he learned was given to him by his master, the Saint Alchemist, and this black-robed masked man before him also had one!

Zhuang Fan and the others finally realized that Mo Fan was too fast for them. They could not surround him at all!

Zhuang Fan rolled his eyes and stopped in his tracks, gasping for breath.

"I'm not chasing that guy anymore! Didn't he only want to pick flowers? We'll block the entrance of the hall and let him accompany his tattered sea of flowers. Let's wait and see how he gets out! Little Hai, go and ask Senior Brother Song to deal with him!"

When his underlings heard his order, they gathered together and occupied the only exit of the hall. One of them ran out, intending to call for reinforcements.