This was not the first time Old Man Mu had been surrounded by a large mob.
"Back in the day—" Old Man Mu sprang into the air and kicked the first man to charge him flying. He never stopped talking. "The old man killed countless people in Beiting. Three thousand cowards surrounded me. They chased me from the grasslands—Five Caves Fist, haha, having fun, kid?—all the way to the desert, and I slaughtered them until they wailed like ghosts—Death Sutra Swordplay! What a waste. Not worth using on you. Today, the Central Plains and the Western Regions have joined forces. Show me what you've got. Let's see if there's anything new under the sun!"
In Old Man Mu's telling, the number of Beiting men who had hunted him down back then kept growing. But his lies did nothing to dampen his spirits. Like an eagle with a wounded wing, he soared above the crowd, chattering as he fought. His martial arts were a jumble of styles; he named every move and bragged about it.
"Dianxin Finger. Let me show you this move isn't just for sealing acupoints! It kills without a trace, peerless beneath heaven..."
Old Man Mu had made one mistake. He thought he knew the moves of both the Dragon King and the Unrivaled King, and was therefore certain the Unrivaled King would win last night's duel. He had wasted time tangling with the monks of Four Truths Blue Lotus because he still had hope: once the Unrivaled King was free, he believed the man would use his authority as city lord to send help and get him out of this mess. He had never expected things to turn out so differently. Now nearly two hundred martial artists had him surrounded.
Old Man Mu would never admit he'd