8mi Chapter 93 I refuse to accept this!
Chapter 93 I refuse to accept this!
Chapter 93 I refuse to accept this!
Thirty taels of silver is by no means a small amount.
After all, not everyone can comprehend sword intent like Mo Zheng, and be able to kill second-tier high-grade demonic beasts as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.
A typical martial artist at the Bone and Tendon Realm doesn't have much money left after deducting their daily cultivation needs.
For someone like Zheng Zhijie, 300,000 taels was all the money he had.
In his view, Mo Zheng might not be able to come up with the money.
Opportunities to teach a lesson to Mo Li are rare, and this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance.
He's not a generous person.
Thinking about the coldness that Xiang Zhen, such a beauty, had shown over the past month, Zheng Zhijie was furious.
Today is the perfect opportunity to get revenge on Mo Zheng, who has come to us of his own accord.
Not only should he be kept away from Xiang Zhen, but a large sum of money should also be spent to appease his hatred.
Zheng Zhijie knew that with Mo Zheng's talent, it was only a matter of time before he surpassed him, but he was not afraid of offending Mo Zheng.
In just over a year, I will graduate. Once I graduate, the world will be vast and boundless.
Given the vastness of the Great Yan, how could Mo Zheng possibly have the opportunity to find him?
"Do you dare to bet?" Zheng Zhijie shouted.
"Three hundred thousand taels it is, but I have one more condition."
Mo Zheng was not afraid. Even if he hadn't comprehended the sword intent, he was absolutely confident that he could defeat Zheng Zhijie.
"If you lose, you must apologize to your senior brothers Zhao Tong and Wang Yuan in person!"
"Fine, if you can beat me, forget about apologizing, I'll even kowtow."
Zheng Zhijie stroked the hilt of his sword, saying with great confidence, "However, there's no need to go to the Tower of Ascension. We're right here, and I really want to give you a good beating!"
A sharp aura suddenly burst forth in his eyes, and the long sword in its sheath emitted a slight humming sound, his fighting spirit already soaring to the heavens.
What is the meaning of the Tower of Ascension?
Even if they win, Mo Zheng will only suffer mental damage and feel bad for a few days.
Only a brutal, hand-to-hand combat could vent the resentment in his heart.
"No problem, then let's go to the headmaster's courtyard in half an hour. With him as a witness, no one will dare to go back on their word," Mo Zheng said.
In duels involving stakes, without the Tower of Ascension and the Treasure Pavilion acting as intermediaries, there is a risk of defaulting on the debt, and the Martial Arts Hall prohibits private duels.
However, some martial artists prefer to settle their differences in real life, because this allows them to unleash their full potential.
Some martial arts hall disciples even went to the Daliang Mountains to fight in order to avoid punishment, and the situation became increasingly serious. There were even cases of people dying in the fights and being attacked and killed by monsters after being injured in the duels.
In view of this, the martial arts hall established an unwritten rule that in real-life duels, a teacher must be sought as a middleman.
With a master of the Internal Organs Realm watching over them, there will be no life-or-death crisis, and no one will renege on their debts.
Of course, this rule only applies to inner disciples and true disciples. As for outer disciples, apart from listening to the lectures of teachers at the Visceral Realm in the Hall of Hearing the Dao, where can they find teachers at the Visceral Realm to be their mentors?
"Then I'll wait for you for half an hour." Zheng Zhijie nodded with a smile, a hint of pleasure flashing in his eyes. He had already figured out how to ravage Mo Zheng later.
"Junior Brother Mo, how did it go? Is the matter resolved?"
"Yes, what did Senior Brother Zheng say?"
In Mo Zheng's courtyard, Zhao Tong and Wang Yuan saw the person in question enter and went forward to inquire with concern.
Just now, the two of them recounted what had happened, and Mo Zheng immediately promised to resolve the matter before leaving.
"It's resolved. Senior brothers, please get ready. Let's go see Senior Brother Zheng together."
Mo Zheng smiled and said, "Senior Brother Zheng is very easy to talk to, and he also feels very apologetic. He said he wants to apologize to the two senior brothers in person."
"Apologize, really?"
"Junior Brother Mo still has a lot of influence!"
Zhao Tong and Wang Yuan both laughed, not because of the apology in person, but because they no longer had to worry about being bothered during their cultivation.
A powerful disciple ranked eleventh among the true disciples is not someone that inner disciples who have only been in the sect for three or four years can handle, unless they are geniuses like Lan Jun.
"Please wait a moment, senior brothers, while I prepare a few things."
After saying this, Mo Zheng went into the room, changed into a long robe for martial arts practice, took two swords and 300,000 taels of silver notes, and then led the two men toward the headmaster's courtyard.
Wang Yuan and Zhao Tong were confused and thought that Mo Zheng had brought up the headmaster to get this justice, so they couldn't help but secretly admire Mo Zheng's influence.
After all, even if the headmaster is a martial artist in the Visceral Realm, he is an absolutely powerful one. Why would he care about such a trivial matter?
When the three of them arrived, the headmaster was already waiting leisurely in the courtyard, with Zheng Zhijie standing to the side.
"Headmaster, Senior Brother Zheng."
All three stepped forward and bowed.
Headmaster Feng nodded and said with a smile, "I've heard about your affair. It was just a minor conflict. After this martial arts competition, it should all be forgotten, and no one should mention it again. Tsk tsk tsk, a bet of 300,000 taels is no small sum—"
"Yes, Headmaster."
Mo Zheng and Zheng Zhijie said in unison, and then each of them took out a silver note and handed it to the headmaster.
Wang Yuan and Zhao Tong were dumbfounded.
What's going on? Wasn't Zheng Zhijie supposed to apologize in person?
Why is it another duel, and another 300,000 taels of silver?!
"Junior Brother Mo—this—"
"Please wait a moment, senior brothers."
Mo Zheng turned around and smiled at the two of them, saying, "Soon, Senior Brother Zheng will apologize to you both."
this----
The two couldn't help but exchange a glance. It turned out that Zheng Zhijie's understanding depended entirely on how big Mo Zheng's fist was.
But the two of them quickly realized that among martial artists, understanding and reasoning isn't just about who has the bigger fist.
"You're incredibly arrogant!"
Upon hearing this, Zheng Zhijie snorted coldly and raised his hand to grip the long sword.
Instantly, he exuded a powerful aura, as if he had transformed into a vast mountain, suppressing everything in the world.
The martial arts legacy, the Zhenyue Saber Technique, is renowned for its power.
Mo Zheng recalled the characteristics of the other party's cultivation technique. He stood there quietly, but in an instant, he seemed to transform into a whirlwind that swept across the earth, exuding a terrifying power.
"Excellent swordsmanship! Your Wind and Fire Sword Technique is quite good!"
Zheng Zhijie praised him, then drew his long sword and, without any feints, concentrated all his strength into a single strike, slashing fiercely at Mo Zheng.
In a daze, everyone present seemed to see a mountain crashing down with overwhelming force!
call out!
The sword light suddenly shone brightly, as fast as a whirlwind!
The two collided instantly, and the powerful force shattered the bluestone slabs beneath their feet. Countless stones flew, cracks spread, and a terrifying gust of wind swept away, forcing Wang Yuan and Zhao Tong to retreat repeatedly!
This direct collision of forces left Zheng Zhijie feeling his blood churning and his arms numb.
He thought Mo Zheng would react more strongly, but to his surprise, Mo Zheng seemed unaffected and slashed down with his sword again!
At this distance, given their martial arts prowess, neither of them could dodge; they had no choice but to meet the attack head-on.
Bang bang bang————
The sounds of weapons clashing were incessant. Zheng Zhijie frantically swung his sword to fight back, but was forced to retreat repeatedly by the terrifying force.
Mo Zheng's swordplay was ferocious and continuous, like a humanoid beast, striking Zheng Zhijie's longsword one after another.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With each exchange of blows, a section of the bluestone floor around them would crack, the flying stones carrying terrifying force and embedding themselves deeply into the courtyard wall.
This kind of fight is a greater test of strength than external martial arts. However, the more Zheng Zhijie fought, the less confident he became. He was clearly using the Zhenyue Saber Technique, which is known for its powerful strength. In addition, his martial arts realm of the Great Perfection of Tendon and Bone should be higher than that of Mo Zheng, who had only been a true disciple for two months.
How come with each clash of swords, the opponent is completely unharmed, while I feel my blood churning and my tiger's mouth is almost cracked?
How could he have such strength?!
Zheng Zhijie realized something was wrong and kicked off the ground with both legs, trying to quickly dodge and get out of the situation.
Unexpectedly, he was fast, but Mo Zheng's sword was even faster!
A long sword pressed down steadily in the direction he was fleeing, giving him no room to dodge and forcing him to confront it head-on!
After receiving several more sword strikes, Zheng Zhijie felt a metallic taste in his throat, and he really couldn't take it anymore!
Fight!
Zheng Zhijie roared angrily, gathering all his strength and pouring it into his longsword.
Split Mount Hua in two!
It was a simple slash, yet it carried an astonishing power that seemed to cleave through the void.
The power of this strike far surpassed that of an ordinary martial artist at the Great Perfection of the Tendon and Bone Realm, and was comparable to the strength of a martial artist at the Perfection of the Tendon and Bone Realm!
However, Mo Zheng neither dodged nor evaded. The long sword in his hand, accompanied by a whistling sound, transformed into a terrifying gale that swept across the sky and slashed straight down again!
Boom!
The deafening roar was almost deafening. After the collision, a figure was sent flying backward from the center of the impact, accompanied by a terrifying gust of wind, and crashed heavily into the courtyard wall, creating a large hole in it. It was Zheng Zhijie.
Mo Zheng stood still, sword in hand, his clothes tattered, revealing his muscular physique.
Wang Yuan and Zhao Tong both stared wide-eyed and gaped, finding it hard to believe what they were seeing.
In the end, Mo Zheng won?
However, Mo Zheng had only been a true disciple for two months, while Zheng Zhijie had been a true disciple for two years. There was a difference of nine ranks between them!
Logically speaking, Zheng Zhijie should be ahead of Mo Zheng in terms of both external martial arts skills and physical strength, but in this fight, Mo Zheng completely crushed Zheng Zhijie!
Zheng Zhijie was completely powerless to fight back and was sent flying by sword after sword!
They simply couldn't believe it unless they saw it with their own eyes.
Looking at the imposing young man standing there, who didn't seem particularly burly, the two of them simultaneously sensed a fierce and untamed spirit within them.
That was too reckless! He defeated Zheng Zhijie with one sword strike after another!
"I refuse to accept this!"
From within the ruins of the courtyard wall came Zheng Zhijie's unwilling shouts. He flipped over and rushed out of the courtyard, clenching his fists, and said urgently, "Headmaster, he must have taken some kind of elixir to amplify his internal energy in a short period of time, otherwise how could he be stronger than me?!"
In terms of external martial arts skills, Zheng Zhijie was confident that he was a cut above the rest. In terms of the characteristics of his martial arts techniques, his Zhenyue Saber Technique was known for its powerful and steady force. As for internal martial arts skills, he had also reached the Great Perfection of the Tendon and Bone Realm, which was definitely stronger than Mo Zheng's. But in the end, why was it he who was cleaved into the courtyard wall instead of Mo Zheng?
Zheng Zhijie couldn't understand it.
"Whether it's a pill or not, if Senior Brother Zheng is not convinced, we can have another competition."
Mo Zheng smiled and said, "If you feel today is not the right time, a battle tomorrow is also possible. However, I wonder if Senior Brother Zheng can still afford the stakes?"
"you----"
Zheng Zhijie was furious and was about to open his mouth to curse, but was stopped by Headmaster Feng.
"A victory is a victory, and a defeat is a defeat. I didn't take any elixirs. Who dares to cheat in front of me?"
Feng Shanzhang walked up to Mo Zheng with an annoyed expression, raised his hand and patted his shoulder. Instantly, the crackling sound of firecrackers echoed throughout Mo Zheng's body.
"The roar of tigers and leopards thunders, their bones and muscles resonate!"
Zheng Zhijie was dumbfounded. Of course he knew what this sound meant. The minor completion of the Tendon and Bone Realm only increased the toughness of the bones. Only when one reached the major completion of the Tendon and Bone Realm, with bones as hard as stone, could such a sound be produced.
However, Mo Zheng had only passed the fourth level of the Tower of Ascension two months ago, so how could he have progressed from the Stone Skin Realm to the Great Perfection of the Bone and Tendon Realm?
This cultivation speed is simply too terrifying!
Could it be that he had already grasped the Unity Realm, but hadn't yet ventured into the Tower of Ascension?
Various thoughts arose in his mind, and for a moment he did not know what was going on.
But he still stubbornly insisted, "Even if he's at the same level as me, the martial arts he chose isn't known for its strength. How could it possibly be more powerful than my Zhenyue Saber Technique?"
Headmaster Feng shook his head and said, "If you lose, you can only blame others. Haven't you ever considered that this is because Mo Zheng's foundation is more solid than yours?"
"A towering building rises from the ground. If you lay a solid foundation in each minor realm, the power you gain after breaking through will be stronger than that of others at the same realm. The teachers of the Hall of Hearing the Dao have reminded you of this more than once."
"You better remember this: a martial artist must admit defeat. If you can't handle it, practice more. Trying to cheat and refuse to admit it, especially when you claim to practice the Zhenyue Saber Technique—our Martial Arts Hall has no place for a disgrace like you!"
As he finished speaking, his eyes widened, and a terrifying aura as heavy as a mountain flashed by, stunning everyone who saw it. They froze, feeling a sense of dread as if Mount Tai were pressing down on them.
Fortunately, this feeling was fleeting.
Master Feng also practices the Zhenyue Saber Technique, a martial arts lineage passed down by the Martial Saint.
Zheng Zhijie looked ashamed, with a hint of pain in his expression. He whispered, "I lost. I was not as good as him."
He then strode up to Wang Yuan and Zhao Tong, bowed deeply, and said, "I'm sorry."
He was filled with hatred and didn't want to apologize, but he was at a loss for what to do.
If he doesn't admit defeat, he won't be able to get past the headmaster first.
But once he conceded defeat, saving face was one thing, but what about the 300,000 taels of silver—
Zheng Zhijie felt as if his heart was bleeding.
He originally intended to ruthlessly defeat Mo Zheng, but ended up losing both his wife and his army.
He glanced at Mo Zheng silently, then cupped his hands in farewell to the headmaster, said goodbye, and staggered down the mountain to the courtyard. He didn't even want to wait for his blood and qi to calm down, clearly not wanting to stay there for a moment longer.