A streak of golden light flashed, and a little monk appeared. He said, "Brother, you actually defeated my father. Not bad. I'll have a bout with you."
Xuan Mo coughed and said, "Who are you? Why should I fight you? What can you do?"
The little monk said, "My name is Wuxin. I'm a disciple of the Ye Family, and I excel at all the unorthodox martial arts of Buddhism. Will you fight me?"
Xuan Mo nodded and said, "Since you aren't skilled in sword techniques, I'll play with you barehanded." With that, Xuan Mo placed yang in his left hand and yin in his right, assuming a Taiji Fist stance before beckoning to Wuxin.
Seeing this, Wuxin immediately threw a punch. His fist came with a whistling wind and shot straight toward Xuan Mo's face. Xuan Mo remained unhurried, shifting to the side to evade the punch while drawing circles with both hands and dispelling the force behind it.
Wuxin was startled. He had not expected Xuan Mo to evade his attack so easily. He moved again and attacked Xuan Mo, this time faster and with greater force.
Xuan Mo continued to counter with Taiji Fist. His movements appeared slow, but they contained boundless power. He skillfully used the power of yin and yang to neutralize Wuxin's repeated attacks.
The more Wuxin fought, the more anxious he became, and his moves grew increasingly fierce, yet he still could not touch a single hair on Xuan Mo's body. Instead, his own breathing became disordered from exerting too much force.
Xuan Mo seized the moment and suddenly kicked out, striking Wuxin squarely in the chest. Wuxin grunted and staggered back several steps before finally regaining his footing.
Then Wuxin coughed and said, "You're pretty strong. But if you want to defeat