After running through the fist technique three times, the figure in Chen Wu's mind slowly faded away.
The power of heaven and earth filled his body. Chen Wu immediately withdrew from the secret technique and opened his eyes.
In an instant, his eyes flashed like lightning, illuminating the clearing.
"What impressive inner cultivation—"
A shout came from far ahead. Qi Lin had arrived!
He was here!
Chen Wu focused his spirit and probed ahead. He saw Qi Lin charging straight toward him, swift as the wind.
"Maitreya Descended!" Wang Jiuyuan called out as Qi Lin approached. "This ten-move agreement is meant to settle the feud between our two families. Once it's over, the matter is finished. There'll be no revenge afterward!"
Qi Lin stopped in front of Chen Wu. At the words "ten-move agreement," his brows furrowed.
"Wang Jiuyuan, do you take me for a man without an ounce of pride?" Qi Lin said, irritation in his voice. "If I can't take him down in ten moves, I'll turn around and leave. If Chen Wu shows up again, I'll give him a wide berth."
"Elder, don't be so sure of yourself!" Chen Wu said. "What if you really can't take me down? You'll have to put a tight curse on yourself afterward!"
"You insolent brat. You don't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth!"
"I've met Guo Xuchu, and I stabbed Qiao Weisheng right under his nose. Are you saying you're stronger than the Star-Pulling Sword?" Chen Wu asked with an innocent look.
"You—" Qi Lin choked on his anger.
"I heard you had a ten-move agreement with the Star-Pulling Sword, too, and ended up utterly defeated. You're both in the Mystic Realm. How did you manage to lose so badly?" Chen Wu's expression grew even