'Playing with the Dog' tactic

"I promise you!" Han Yan's words were like the sound of hearts shattering for all the men present. 

What did she promise? To be together? Or something else? 

Could it be that Kuang Qing had confessed his love to Han Yan'er, and at the critical moment of the decisive battle, she had agreed to cheer him on? 

Perhaps only Mo Qingkuang could understand this sentence. 

In the midst of his nervousness, he curled up the corners of his mouth into a smile, and his mood relaxed a little. 'That settles it. Thousand-year cold jade will be in mine for a year.' 

Lin Yang saw this scene and spoke with sarcasm. "It wouldn't be another instance of your coercion and deceit, would it? Young Master Mo?" 

In the past years, Mo Qingkuang had bullied men and women, which had always been a source of disdain for Lin Yang. Witnessing the legendary beauty of the Tianxuan Empire publicly 'confessing' to Mo Qingkuang, Lin Yang felt an inexplicable pang of jealousy. 

"What does it have to do with you?" Mo Qingkuang said coldly. 

Lin Yang was furious, but he no longer insisted on this matter. 

'As long as I beat you like a dead dog, no one will like you anymore.' 

He took the initiative to attack, and his inner true qi was fully activated. 

He and his teacher, the Saint Alchemist, had carefully discussed Mo Qingkuang's strength. Mo Qingkuang was extremely fast, and if he gained the upper hand, Lin Yang wouldn't even have a chance to counterattack. 

So, the teacher and disciple formulated the best plan to deal with Mo Qingkuang. 

He could only take the initiative to attack to suppress Mo Qingkuang in a narrow space at all costs. Force Mo Qingkuang to clash with him head-on, using his own strengths to attack his weaknesses! 

The greatest advantage of the platform battle was that it restricted the size of the arena. 

If it were an unrestricted duel under the vast sky, even if Lin Yang had the ability to punch Mo Qingkuang to death, it would be difficult to land a blow on him. 

And that was indeed the case. Mo Qingkuang also practised a divine-grade technique, and their overall cultivation levels were roughly equal. 

The shocking speed bonus from the 'Wind and Fallen Leaves Technique' left everyone amazed. In the blink of an eye, Mo Qingkuang moved more than ten meters and appeared on the other side of the platform. 

Lin Yang was not discouraged; he knew that forcing Mo Qingkuang into a precarious situation was not something that could be achieved with just a few moves. 

He used the 'Phantom Steps' technique, his body continuously moving, flames burning on his fists almost without pause, relentlessly unleashing a flurry of punches. 

He didn't aim to hit Mo Qingkuang; he only sought to minimize Mo Qingkuang's evasion space as much as possible. 

Some spectators recognized this technique; it was the 'Fire God's Fist' that had almost killed Li Ang with a single punch. 

What was truly shocking was that the formidable Fire God's Fist, which had such great power, seemingly consumed a lot of energy. Yet Lin Yang was able to continuously perform it, throwing over a dozen punches in just an instant! 

People couldn't help but marvel at how pure and profound Lin Yang's true qi must be! 

Although Lin Yang seemed to be fighting enthusiastically, with his current approach, even if he exhausted all the true qi within his body, it would still be impossible to land a blow on Mo Qingkuang. 

As long as there was a slight opening for Mo Qingkuang, he could escape. 

Although Lin Yang was relentlessly throwing punches, preventing Mo Qingkuang from getting close and without any means of counterattack, anyone could see that Lin Yang's consumption far exceeded that of Mo Qingkuang. 

"Yes, that's it! Kuang Qing, play with him!" Discerning spectators below cheered. 

Kuang Qing's speed was his unbeatable advantage. At this rate of consumption, Lin Yang's defeat was almost a foregone conclusion. 

The court officials on the platform gradually revealed relaxed smiles. 

This Kuang Qing was indeed not overrated! 

So, they sarcastically commented on Qin Wufeng, who had just taken his seat, "Sword Emperor, your disciple from the Yuan Sword Sect doesn't seem too clever in his fighting style!" 

Hearing this, Qin Wufeng's expression turned unpleasant. 

Originally, he thought Lin Yang was almost invincible in this martial examination, and dealing with Kuang Qing would require some effort. However, who knew that Kuang Qing's speed was so elusive, and Lin Yang had no effective means against him? He could only frantically throw punches on the stage, resembling a clown. It was truly frustrating. 

Mo Qingkuang walked leisurely, always managing to evade Lin Yang just as Lin Yang was about to bring him into the attack range. 

"Ancestor, your tactic of playing with the dog is truly effective. Lin Yang, this fool, is like a clown being toyed around by me," Mo Qingkuang laughed heartily within. 

Lin Yang had discussed with the Saint Alchemist how to deal with Mo Qingkuang. Did you think Mo Qingkuang and Mo Fan did not discuss how to deal with Lin Yang? Of course, they did. 

At this point, Mo Qingkuang and Lin Yang presumably believed their cultivation realms were roughly comparable, the quality of their techniques on par, but the quality and attack power of Lin Yang's martial skills far exceeded Mo Qingkuang's. 

The only advantage Mo Qingkuang had was his speed. 

So, he decided to utilize his speed to gain victory. 

Lin Yang, in order to seize the initiative, would undoubtedly initiate the attack first. Therefore, Mo Fan believed that the guerrilla tactics devised by a great figure like him would undoubtedly have a powerful effect. 

The enemy advances, I retreat; the enemy retreats, I harass; the enemy tires, I strike! 

These twelve words were enough to deal with Lin Yang's strategy of striking first. 

Although Mo Fan felt he had control of the situation, there was still some uneasiness in his heart. 

Lin Yang had yet to reveal his hidden skill Fire God's Fury. However, Mo Qingkuang's extremely fast speed and elusive movements might make it difficult to land a hit with Fire God's Fury. 

Yet, Mo Fan had a lingering feeling that something was overlooked. 

He spoke up, offering a reminder: "Don't get too confident. Lin Yang isn't so easily dealt with! Remember my words, strike when he's tired!" 

"Yes!" 

After this prolonged exchange of provocation and evasion, Lin Yang finally stopped, gasping for breath. He angrily exclaimed, "What kind of ridiculous fighting style is this?" 

"I call it the 'Playing with the Dog' tactic. How about that? Doesn't it fit perfectly?" Mo Qingkuang stood nonchalantly in the distance, watching Lin Yang catch his breath. He chuckled, making a playful face. 

This was his first time gaining the upper hand against Lin Yang, how could he not feel delighted? 

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd couldn't help but applaud his clever tactics, mocking Lin Yang one after another. 

Why should a Wind-attribute martial artist engage in a head-on collision with a Fire-attribute practitioner? Isn't that asking for trouble? 

Upon hearing this, Lin Yang's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. "How dare you insult me by calling me a dog!" 

"What's wrong with calling you a dog? If you have the guts, come and fight me! Yo-yo-yo, catch me if you can." Mo Qingkuang taunted with exaggerated expressions. 

Seeing that Lin Yang was displeased, he felt satisfied in his heart. 

Provoking Lin Yang's anger had another purpose: to prevent him from realizing that he was being worn down. If Lin Yang didn't pursue him, and they ended up in a stalemate, it would be troublesome. 

Mo Qingkuang's mission and desire were both to defeat Lin Yang. How could he let him calm down? 

It seemed that Lin Yang was indeed infuriated. Roaring, he once again attacked Mo Qingkuang, and the carefree 'Playing with the Dog' tactic was employed once more with ease.

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