Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 241 - 186: Xiatou, I’m Going to Smash Your Butt Teeth! (Please Subscribe and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 241: Chapter 186: Xiatou, I’m Going to Smash Your Butt Teeth! (Please Subscribe and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

At night, Murong and Young Hero Duan faced each other, with a battle about to erupt.

Murong, with his hair dyed green and fluttering, casually grabbed a wooden board pulled from under the bed and wielded it with Sword Intent.

Whereas Duan Yun held a rolling pin, brandishing it with Sword Qi.

At their level, a wooden board and a rolling pin could both be weapons; it only mattered how well they could use them.

Normally, Murong would never spar with Duan Yun.

Because no one understood the terror of Old Demon Duan better than him.

The horror of Old Demon Duan could, in a careless moment, send you soaring to heaven or cast you down into hell.

His sister Feng Ling’er was influenced by this man’s punching wind, she wanted to die from suffering like being in hell, but was then cured by him with Finger Technique and the shivering of cold, the process was like ascending to heaven.

A thought between god and demon – that was the epitome of Duan Yun.

Thinking of his sister’s plight, Murong’s hair seemed to grow even greener.

Yes, normally he would not dare to spar with Duan Yun.

But now he dared!

Because tonight, the blows he had taken were too many, the pain in his heart too intense, and he had become even stronger!

His miserable and enduring Sword Intent, the sword skills realized in his inner pain, peaked at this very moment.

Now was the time for him to confront Old Demon Duan within the bedroom.

Thinking of this, Murong’s green hair thrived, and his Sword Intent surged like tides.

He even thought of the legend of the decisive battles at the Peak of Purple Blossoms in the Martial Arts world!

Suddenly, he had made his move!

The wooden board sliced horizontally, Sword Intent swirling around; there had been no wind in the room, but now it was present.

The wind was not strong, but at this moment, it became tangible like mist, and Duan Yun could clearly sense that terrible malice.

The rolling pin in Duan Yun’s hand thrust upwards, his whole body exuding Breaking Body Sword Energy just like smoke, meeting that terrible blade wind.

With a clap, at almost the same time, the rolling pin and the wooden board collided.

Both sides’ blade winds and Sword Qi twisted together, their intentions clashing as well.

The next moment, Murong’s hair floated as if it were water plants in water, and he flicked the wooden board upwards.

With that flick, he unleashed the swirling Sword Intent of Seven Layers of Spring Rain.

While Duan Yun drifted up, like a paper kite, his left fist clenched, and twelve of the Sixteen Strange Fist techniques were launched in a row.

The Fist Technique and Seven Layers of Spring Rain clashed, and as the Fist Intent elevated, it gradually gained the upper hand.

The next second, Murong started to twist his hips.

He liked to move on the ground and had a habit of twisting his hips, so he had long mastered the "Swimming Body Skills."

Duan Yun, on the other hand, speeded up his punches, launching relentless attacks.

Duan Yun’s room was rather cramped – both were undercover and couldn’t reveal themselves, so they used more technique and less force; otherwise, with their level of True Qi, not just Duan Yun’s room, but even the hillside next door would burst instantly.

Thus, for a moment, the situation in the room was quite bizarre.

They saw each other, one with a rolling pin, the other with a broken wooden board, one twisting his hips quickly, the other punching fast – from afar, it resembled a dance.

Key was that their intense fight was silent, other than the flying dust, nothing was disturbed, like a soundless mime show.

The scene even seemed a bit comical, but only the two in the midst knew the terror within.

After all, one was the Green Blade Demon wishing to make the other harbor endless resentment and turn green, the other a Young Hero Duan with a Heroic Spirit wanting to leave the other in heroic melancholy and become a Hero.

Midway through, both felt the other’s intentions penetrating into their bodies, but then immediately repelled them.

Particularly Murong, despite currently being at the peak of his green state, compared to Old Demon Duan’s mastery of both sword and saber and aggressive Fist Intent, ultimately fell short relying solely on Saber Technique and movement skills.

For a moment, he felt this grudge was endless, and he also wanted to be a Hero.

But he was a hero all along.

No, the most terrifying thing was that the melancholic Fist Intent directly reached his heart, adding insult to injury to his resentful state.

He felt, going on like this, death would be better.

After all, be it his sister or the female sword fairy, they caused nothing but heartache.

Heartache as pitiful as lying beneath a bed, like a tragic clown.

He would never be able to have a sweet romance in his lifetime again!

What he pursued all his life, he just couldn’t attain.

For a moment, the miserably and grievously sad him even thought of writing a big "tragic" character on his thigh.

Murong realized it was Duan Yun’s Fist Intent causing this, but it was like floodwater breaching a dam, too late to stop.

Just when his intention was about to be destroyed, planning to inscribe on his leg, with a whoosh, the wooden board in his hand and Duan Yun’s rolling pin shattered at the same time.

Murong suddenly woke up, gasping for air.

That was a close call, a real close call.

He had almost carved "tragic" and "forever inferior to Young Hero Duan" on his leg – thankfully, it was over.

But at that moment, Duan Yun was still eagerly excited, his punching resembling a dance at a rave.

"We can continue without weapons," Duan Yun said excitedly.

That instant, Murong turned around, his back to Duan Yun.

"It’s too late, we have to guard the gate tomorrow, and I haven’t even brushed my teeth. All I can say is, you’re indeed not bad."

Saying so, he left, turning his back to Duan Yun.

Duan Yun watched his carefree departing figure and muttered: "I got showboated by him after all."

The moment he returned to his room, Murong closed the door with a snap of his fingers and took deep breaths.

That was a close call, a real close call!

He had just been too impulsive, to provoke Old Demon Duan willingly.