CHAPTER 1166: CHAPTER 1162: DUEL? ASKING FOR TROUBLE

"Hehe, it seems you are truly rural wild monks, unadvised and without any manners," Dao Hong sneered coldly, directly mocking them.

The old man’s disciple frowned immediately upon hearing this.

"Who are you calling rural wild monks?"

"Naturally, my master is talking about you all! Who else could it be? You don’t understand the slightest manners, if not wild monks, then what are you?" Dao Hong’s disciple spoke up at this moment, unceremoniously pointing at the old man’s disciple and shouting loudly.

After he spoke, Dao Hong followed by saying, "I don’t wish to have a war of words with you and your master; anyway, today either you leave on your own, or you duel with me! I must teach you the rules of the martial world."

Dao Hong spoke very bluntly, ready to fight at any disagreement.

He dared to do so naturally because he had confidence in his own strength, and he also saw the old man as aged, without impressive weapons.

So he thought the old man would be easy to bully and wanted to vent some anger.

But little did he know, his action was akin to showing off carpentry skills in front of Lu Ban, lighting a lamp in a restroom, seeking death.

Once he spoke his blunt words, not only did the old man and his disciple laugh.

Chen Yang, not far away, couldn’t help but laugh.

He had already anticipated Dao Hong’s fate, which would surely be miserable.

"That’s too much! Bullying the master for being old, isn’t this abuse of power?"

Chen Yang knew in his heart Dao Hong was no match for the old man, but Annie and Wu Kexin didn’t know.

Seeing Dao Hong abuse his power, they wanted to step forward to speak a fair word and prevent a conflict from erupting.

But Chen Yang stopped them.

"No need to worry, Dao Hong won’t gain any benefit."

Chen Yang said with a smile.

Wu Kexin and Annie were startled upon hearing, surprised to say, "How is this possible? The master is quite old, while Dao Hong is skilled and in his prime. How could the master possibly be his match?"

"That’s right, Chen Yang, if we don’t step up and say something, the master of Yunlong Temple would suffer loss."

Annie also said worriedly.

"What you’re seeing is just superficial; just watch, Dao Hong will definitely suffer loss." Chen Yang didn’t explain further, but again emphasized that the old man wouldn’t suffer loss.

Wu Kexin and Annie still had concerns in their hearts but ultimately chose to listen to Chen Yang and didn’t step up to speak.

At this moment, the old man’s disciple, hearing Dao Hong say he wanted a duel, became somewhat excited.

"Hehe, alright, wanting to fight, is it? This is my specialty, no need for the master to act, I alone can handle the two of you." The old man’s disciple said loudly.

Dao Hong originally wanted to use his power to pressure since the old man was old.

But unexpectedly, he received such a strong response.

This made him feel somewhat apprehensive, but having said his words, there was no retreat for him.

So he had to brace himself and proceed!

"Really wild monks, without a bit of manners. I was to duel with your master, why are you interfering? But since you seek a lesson, I won’t mind teaching you some rules! Watch the sword!"

Dao Hong shouted loudly, then decisively wielded the Peach Wood Sword in his hand, stabbing toward the old man’s disciple.

This Dao Hong had also practiced some clumsy martial arts, thus his sword coming out was relatively fast and accurate.

Directly heading toward the old man’s disciple’s chest.

If this strike hit, although not fatal, it would definitely draw blood!

"Good coming!"

The old man’s disciple saw Dao Hong attacking and immediately responded quickly.

With a shout, his body swiftly dodged, directly avoiding the strike.

Dao Hong’s thrust missed, he immediately controlled the Peach Wood Sword to change direction, swinging again toward the old man’s disciple.

It wasn’t difficult to see Dao Hong’s fierce moves.

This guy wanted to quickly eliminate the old man’s disciple, not giving him a chance to counterattack.

For ordinary people, this set was indeed a significant challenge.

But in front of those at the Body Refining stage, it was simply child’s play.

Simply dodging would easily avoid such attacks.

However, this time, the old man’s disciple didn’t choose to dodge but decisively kicked out, opting to confront.

With a sideways kick, he first hit Dao Hong’s tiger mouth.

Dao Hong immediately felt an electric-like numbness in his arm, then couldn’t hold his hand, and the Peach Wood Sword fell directly to the ground.

Logically, at this point in the fight, Dao Hong had already lost.

The weapon in his hand was easily removed, so what was the necessity to continue fighting?

But after retreating two steps and composing himself, he actually attacked again.

Going bare-handed towards the old man’s disciple.

With a weapon already unable to match, let alone barehanded.

Without a weapon, the old man’s disciple didn’t even bother to dodge, standing directly on the spot, as if entertaining a child, easily defending against all of Dao Hong’s attacks.

"This strength? Haven’t you eaten?"

The old man’s disciple defended with a smile, mocking Dao Hong.

This matter was initiated by Dao Hong, and the duel was also his call.

Now being mocked this way, Dao Hong felt as though being slapped twice hard, burning with pain.

"Arrogant!"

Dao Hong roared hysterically, then frantically launched attacks on the old man’s disciple.

But no matter how much he increased strength and speed, Dao Hong’s disciple easily blocked every one.

Handling it with ease, calm and composed.

This scene rendered the surrounding villagers somewhat dumbfounded.

Originally they thought Dao Hong was already a very formidable master, but unexpectedly there was an even stronger mage.

And it was just a disciple!

If the disciple was already so formidable, how powerful could the master be?

Villagers collectively gasped, thinking it was incredible.

Dao Hong’s disciple, watching from the side all along, blushing with embarrassment hearing the villagers’ tone change.

It was like being slapped twice hard publicly, burning with pain!

Seeing Dao Hong nearing his limit, he couldn’t sit still.

Picked up his Peach Wood Sword and charged forward.

"Wild monk, today you will learn some manners!"

The old man’s disciple initially wanted to toy with Dao Hong, but seeing his disciple also charging, he was furious.

"Oh, can’t beat one master, so you want a two-on-one? Then don’t blame me for being ruthless." The old man’s disciple’s expression quickly cooled, then he attacked fiercely!

Seizing the opportunity, he kicked Dao Hong’s belly.

This kick, he still held back quite a bit of strength.

Yet even so, Dao Hong staggered backward, ultimately unable to stand steadily, falling face down.

After repelling Dao Hong, he also backhandedly slapped.

This slap happened to hit the disciple rushing forward.

Puff...

The disciple spat blood directly, flying horizontally.

He fell to the ground without even struggling, immediately fainting.

This slap was much more forceful than the previous kick!

Watching this unfold, the surrounding villagers were utterly shocked, truly not expecting developments to reach this point.

Even more unanticipated was seeing blood!

Villagers seeing Dao Hong’s disciple lying motionless thought he had died.

A few seconds of stunned silence they rushed forward to check.

Feeling breath at the nose, they all breathed a sigh of relief.