A Civil Sword Duel Flows Like Clouds and Water

Xu Kun's palm froze over Little Murong Fu, frightening the older Murong Fu until his face went pale. Covering his crotch, he stumbled back again and again in lingering fear.

Xu Kun feigned confusion. "Senior Murong, what did you just say? I don't think I heard you clearly!"

Murong Fu's expression turned ugly, but there was nothing he could do!

He had no desire to reenact the utterly humiliating scene from Western Xia, so he could only admit defeat!

He secretly swore that he would prepare a divine-artifact-grade pair of pants in the future. Only then would Xu Kun's disgusting skill no longer have any hold over him!

"I said martial combat isn't good. A civil duel would be better. I'm willing to compete with you in swordsmanship!"

"Not that sentence. The one before it!"

"Don't go too far!" Murong Fu snapped.

"Mid-moon..."

Damn it!

"I said I was wrong. Let's change it to a civil duel instead!" Murong Fu said humiliatingly. Xu Kun was like someone gripping his lifeline and forcing him to bow his head!

No, not like. He was!

Although Murong Fu had not witnessed Li Gengshuo losing all face before the masses, no one who had heard about it wanted to experience such a thing themselves!

Who would have thought that even after Murong Fu had humbled himself so thoroughly, Xu Kun's twisted sense of amusement still wasn't satisfied!

"Louder!" Xu Kun suddenly roared. Coupled with his still-raised palm, it gave Murong Fu quite a fright.

Murong Fu abruptly raised his head, and their eyes met. The golden glow in Xu Kun's eyes caused Murong Fu to gradually lose focus. Before he could think further, fear flooded his heart, and he involuntarily shouted, "Junior, I was wrong! Let's have a civil duel instead!"

Hahaha!

Xu Kun