Six Harmonies Connected, His Fierce Beauty of a Master

The vast Martial Arts Hall fell deathly silent for a moment.

The outer disciples who saw this all thought they had not woken up yet.

Li Mo had clearly only just learned the fist technique.

And today, he had beaten Wang Hu, a tyrant of the Martial Arts Hall.

And with just one punch, he had knocked him down so hard he could not even crawl back up.

You called this a beginner?

Were all personal disciples this ridiculous?

On the grandmaster's chair.

He Hongfeng's gaze shifted.

He had already touched the threshold of the Divine Observation Realm, so naturally he could tell that Li Mo had only opened one main meridian.

This progress could not be called slow, but that was not what surprised him.

Wang Hu was at three meridians in the Blood-Qi Realm.

One meridian fighting three and winning as if crushing him—of course, part of that was because Wang Hu had underestimated his opponent.

But it also proved that Disciple Li's fist-technique attainment was far above Wang Hu's!

He had seen it clearly just now.

That punch was at least minor mastery of Six Harmonies Fist!

Wang Hao sprang to his feet and swiftly reached Wang Hu's side, sending inner breath into him to help regulate his blood and qi.

His expression had already darkened to the extreme.

"Since Disciple Li disdains sparring with outer disciples, then how about exchanging a few moves with me?"

"Wang Hao, this isn't according to the rules."

He Hongfeng set down his teacup, cursing inwardly.

You're an Inner Breath Realm disciple who's been in the sect for several years, and you want to spar with someone in the Blood-Qi Realm?

Do you have no shame at all?!

The other outer disciples could not hold back when they heard this either.

When Wang Hu bullied us, we didn't see you say a word.

So in other words, only he's allowed to win, right?!

"I won't use inner breath. I'll suppress my realm to just entering the Blood-Qi Realm. Won't that do?"

"An inner disciple seeking instruction from a personal disciple— even if this gets brought before my master, it's still within the rules."

Wang Hao had no intention of giving him face.

He Hongfeng's expression grew uglier and uglier. Using Futu to pressure him?

The gap between an inner sect steward and an outer sect steward was far greater than the gap between an inner disciple and an outer disciple.

He seemed to think of something and sneered.

"Fine. As long as you don't regret it. Junior Brother Li, what do you say? If you avoid the fight, that's all right too."

"Heh."

Wang Hao no longer paid him any attention, his sharp gaze turning toward Li Mo.

Li Mo's eyes narrowed slightly.

Since he was suppressing himself to the same realm, it might not be impossible to give it a try.

He had only just stepped into the martial path and had never yet...

Moreover, during actual combat just now, an inexplicable fighting spirit had surged up in his chest. Now, as time passed, that fighting spirit had not diminished in the slightest; instead, it burned fiercer and fiercer like a prairie fire.

That was why, in his first true exchange with another person, he had not felt the slightest bit unfamiliar, and had fully displayed what he had learned.

This... could it also be because of the Profound Gate Immortal Physique?

"Please instruct me."

Li Mo spoke softly.

Everyone's minds shook. Junior Brother Li had actually accepted the challenge? The time since he learned the fist technique and stepped into the martial path, all told, was only two days.

If he were sparring with another inner disciple, that would be one thing, but Wang Hao looked amiable, while in truth he was someone with vicious thoughts...

As he spoke, Li Mo turned his head again.

"Senior Brother Xiao, move aside a little... hm?"

Where was Old Xiao?

At some point, there was already not a single person beside him. Xiao Qin had gone off somewhere.

Strange. Old Xiao didn't seem like the sort to see the wind blowing wrong and run for it.

"Heh. You stuck your neck out for someone else, and they ran off."

Wang Hao seemed afraid his opponent would refuse to fight. With his hands clasped behind his back, a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"So no one says I'm bullying the weak, I'll let you make the first—"

Whoosh—

Before he finished speaking, the wind from a fist was already upon him.

Facing someone who had come looking for trouble, Li Mo had no intention of being polite. His back bent like a bow, his fist like a cannon hammer.

Aimed three inches below the other man's ribs, it smashed over.

Feeling the biting wind of the punch, Wang Hao raised an eyebrow, but he was not cowed by the momentum that had seized the initiative.

Bang—

The two fists collided.

Wang Hao's arm went numb from the shock, but he did not retreat. Trusting in his rich combat experience, he actually began to counterattack at once.

But what he had not expected was—

Li Mo was terrifyingly seasoned!

He ignored the straight punch aimed at his chest and instead took the initiative to close in, his arm crashing down on the other man's shoulder like a steel whip.

His fist momentum flowed on without end, with no need to draw breath. Six Harmonies Fist at minor mastery?

Wang Hao's heart chilled, but he could no longer pull back this punch.

He also turned vicious. The strength in this punch had already reached the extreme of someone newly entered into the Blood-Qi Realm, and it had been brought out perfectly.

Six Harmonies Fist at minor mastery—he knew it too!

And...

Wang Hao gave a cold snort and drew his shoulder back.

Li Mo's heavy, forceful punch landed on the other man's shoulder, only to find an invisible aura seemingly holding it up; by a hair's breadth, it could not smash down.

He himself was struck in the chest by the punch and forced back several steps.

Internal Breath?

Li Mo let out a breath of turbid air and saw that the other man had pretended to disperse the force, when in truth he had used Internal Breath.

But he said nothing. Instead, the fighting spirit in his eyes burned even hotter.

"Again!"

"Hm?"

Wang Hao was surprised by the boy's resilience, and his inner sneer deepened.

In the end, he lacked experience and only had those same three hatchet blows.

Once the exchange dragged on, it showed. The move he used this time was still the same one as last time.

If a move failed to achieve merit the first time, using it a second time, once the technique had grown old, was not only useless—it would invite a counter.

The next instant—

His pupils suddenly shrank.

That kid's fist...

Crack—

Li Mo's fierce, unyielding fist had actually broken through that thin layer of Internal Breath and struck Wang Hao's shoulder for real.

Wang Hao staggered back, his face turning green, then white, darkness swimming before his eyes.

"The six harmonies in full circulation?!"

"Greater mastery?"

The teacup slipped from He Hongfeng's hand, and fine Pre-Rain Longjing spilled all over his crotch.

But he seemed utterly unaware, his expression slack with shock.

Six Harmonies Fist was basic, true, but that did not mean it was simple. On the contrary, the more fundamental something was, the easier it was to learn and the harder it was to master; every inch of progress required long tempering.

Was this even human?

Wang Hao had suffered a huge loss after being caught off guard.

But not only did he refuse to admit defeat, his whole body began to tremble faintly. Clearly, he was already enraged to the extreme.

"Wang Hao, what are you trying to do!"

Before He Hongfeng's words had even fallen—

Wang Hao had already charged forward, a shadowy intent rising in his palm.

He struck straight toward Li Mo's dantian.

He Hongfeng arrived right behind him. His realm was far higher.

But he no longer needed to act.

Boom—

Wang Hao flew backward like a cannonball.

Under that terrifying force, every bone in his body crackled and snapped.

He smashed straight into the wall, even blasting a huge hole through its surface.

He Hongfeng's hairs stood on end, and he stiffly turned his head back.

"E-Elder Shang..."

"Master? Senior Brother Xiao?"

Li Mo froze for a moment. When he looked back, he saw two figures at the doorway.

Who else could they be but Shang Wu and Xiao Qin?

Only, Xiao Qin was a burly grown man, yet right now he had been "picked up" with one hand, his face deathly pale.

"Master, why are you here?"

"This kid said you were being bullied in the Martial Arts Hall, so I came."

Shang Wu narrowed her eyes.

At this moment, none of that lazy, relaxed air remained about her. She was like a tigress whose territory had been invaded.

Understanding dawned in Li Mo's heart.

No wonder Old Xiao had disappeared right at the start. So he had known Wang Hao was the kind who couldn't afford to lose, and had gone straight to Jade Cluster Peak to bring him reinforcements.

"Sharp instincts, Old Xiao."

"Ugh... cough. Junior Brother Li, you flatter me."

Xiao Qin was set down, but he still could not quite stand steady, his stomach churning like rivers overturning seas.

It had been hard on him too. A Blood-Qi Realm cultivator had been carried through the air by someone in the Inner Scene Realm.

"Master, is it all right for you to beat him into this state?"

Li Mo withdrew the corner of his gaze.

Not far away, Wang Hao had already been smashed directly into the wall, like a hanging painting. Who knew how many bones in his body had snapped.

Foam spilled from his mouth; he was breathing out more than in. Even if he did not die, he would likely be crippled.

"Hmph, of course there's a problem."

Shang Wu folded her arms across her chest and narrowed her almond eyes. "Someone actually dared touch a person under this old lady's protection. An inner disciple dared attack a true disciple—there's definitely someone behind him giving orders."

"That someone, what was his name again?"

"I... I am surnamed He, given name Hongfeng."

He Hongfeng wiped away cold sweat, both legs trembling.

Damn it, that stinking idiot Wang Hao. He wouldn't listen no matter how much he was advised.

He had also joined the sect too late. Of all the people to provoke, why provoke her?

The older disciples all knew that in Clear Abyss Sect, it was better to offend the Sect Master than to provoke this Ninth Elder.

"You, go to Divine Weapon Peak and tell Futu to get over here."

"If I don't see him within fifteen minutes, I'll pay him a visit myself."

Shang Wu sat down in the high-backed chair with a swagger.

"Huh? Me?"

"Mm?"

"I'm going right now, right now..."

He Hongfeng ran out as if a vicious beast were chasing him from behind.

Li Mo: "???"

He had been worried that after beating the younger one, the older one would come, the matter would blow up, and his master would be held accountable.

But judging by Shang Wu's attitude, it seemed she was directly preparing to call the older one over and beat him too?

Xiao Qin coughed lightly and said in a low voice:

"I heard Divine Weapon Peak used to be very tall, only a little shorter than Clear Abyss Main Peak."

Li Mo paused, then looked out the window.

Among the various peaks, Divine Weapon Peak was clearly the shortest, as if a chunk had been forcibly carved away from its top.

Xiao Qin continued:

"Later, Elder Han He and Elder Shang Wu had a conflict, and the peak's summit was beaten off by Elder Shang Wu."

Li Mo: "Huh?"

He glanced at the enormous gap in the mountain peak. It looked as if some savage beast had taken a bite out of it.

When he turned back, his delicate, lovely master was sitting there with her legs crossed, drinking tea. The corners of her lips were slightly raised, as though she had thought of something pleasant.

Li Mo suddenly felt that this was both absurd and fantastical.

"Precious disciple, come here quickly. You're not hurt, are you?"

Shang Wu beckoned with a beaming smile.

Li Mo walked over. Before he had time to be moved, he heard Shang Wu say again:

"When Futu gets here later, we'll have to fleece him properly. Do you have confidence?"

"Fleece him?"

Li Mo was drenched in sweat.

No wonder his master had come so quickly.