Chapter 14: The Vanishing Dagger

  The people below had been immersed for a long time, and finally a martial artist plucked up the courage to challenge Mo Daxiong.

  But after the warrior took the stage, Mo Dajun only made a simple horizontal slash. Unexpectedly, the warrior didn't even have any resistance and was knocked down by Mo Dajun along with his weapon. Seeing that his opponent was so vulnerable to defeat, Mo Dajun laughed loudly and proudly, looking down at him with disdain, shouting: "Don't think that just because you've cultivated to the Tianren Wuchong realm, you can be arrogant. Do you think our Hu Bao army is begging for you to join? Can't even withstand a single move from me, and yet you come here to compete in martial arts? What a joke!"

  Mo Daxiong finished speaking, swept his gaze around the circle, and saw that everyone was holding back a breath. As soon as he looked at them, they felt uneasy in their hearts, dodged eye contact, and didn't dare to look straight at him. The smile on his face grew even thicker.

  "Who else? Don't dawdle, come on up! Old Mo is finally getting a chance to relax and loosen his muscles, it's been ages since I've had such a good time!"

  Tang An looked at Mo Da Yong speaking, just smiled. This person helped him to solve those martial artists on the road, and did a very professional job.

  "Tiger and leopard warriors have been killing each other on the border for years. The battlefield is a place of sudden and drastic changes, and those who can survive in such situations are not simple individuals. Mo Da Yong has innate divine strength, strong muscles and bones, but his internal energy is impure, and his breathing technique is rough and unrefined, it seems that he hasn't cultivated any high-level martial arts. Without a great opportunity, it's likely to be difficult for him to break through to the heavenly realm in this lifetime. However, among the dozens of people below the stage, not many are his match. It seems that even among those who have reached the fifth level of the Heavenly Realm, there is still a huge gap."

  Although Mo Daxiong showed his strength, Tang An was also paying attention to the competition on the stage. After the fierce battle a few days ago, he had new insights into swordsmanship and naturally improved his skills. In today's arena, in his opinion, only Xie Shiyu, Ming Xiao, and that Western knife guest were worth noting.

  Others, just let it go!

  After the first warrior was knocked flying, another one with a grudge against Mo Da Yu stepped forward to challenge him. He was much better than the previous one, but still only managed to exchange blows with Mo Da Yu for three rounds before being kicked flying out of the arena by Mo Da Yu again. Defeated!

  For two consecutive battles, Mo Da Yong won with extreme ease. The Jianghu masters watching from the sidelines saw their former companions being defeated so badly that they were filled with doubts about themselves and started whispering to each other: "A ordinary hundred-man commander in the Tiger and Leopard Brigade has such strong power, it seems we have been underestimating these soldiers of the Tiger and Leopard Brigade. I used to think that after ten years of hard training, I could make a name for myself in the city of Yanjing. But now it seems that I was underestimating the heroes of the world."

  When he said that, others nodded one after another, and their expressions also became somewhat dim.

  "Haha……I told you, among you, only Tang Shaoye is a true hero. The others, not even I, Old Mo, can pass this level, and yet you still want to go on stage for the final match? Aren't you afraid of losing face? One must have self-awareness when doing things. I advise you all to quit while you haven't been hurt yet. Look at the sun, it's still early, and I, Old Mo, would like to invite Tang Shaoye to have a drink with me."

  Namoda Yong laughed loudly, and the many Tiger Leopard Army soldiers who were watching the battle also burst out laughing. It seems that Namoda Yong has a good relationship with his comrades in the army. However, the people who passed the first round of assessment below him had ugly expressions on their faces. Although they were angry, no one dared to go up and fight again, probably because they had already thought it through and knew they were no match for Namoda Yong.

  They exchanged a look, and then glanced at Tang An, who was standing still without making a sound. They both thought to themselves: "That big fellow is right, people should have self-awareness! Rather than losing face here, it's better to go home early and close the door for a few years of cultivation, and then come back here to wipe out their past shame!"

  Just then, someone seemed to have made up their mind. One person emerged from the crowd, bowed his head and quickly gave Mo Dayong a fist bump on stage before flying away, without saying a word, afraid of being recognized by others.

  Although he walked quickly, he was still recognized by someone.

  "Wasn't that person just now Yan Shan, the great master of Ji Zhou, 'Double Fists Unmatched'? He's a renowned expert! If even he admits he's no match, what hope do we have? Forget it, I'm leaving too. This arena may be big, but there's no chance for me. We were just here to try our luck anyway. Let's just say this time our luck was bad!"

  After he finished speaking, the man left decisively, taking big strides with his weapon in hand.

  Some people took the lead, and those below also had a model to follow. They were not afraid of being ridiculed and left in droves with their fists clenched. However, some people stayed behind. Those who remained were indeed there to enlist, and the martial arts competition was just an added bonus, so they wouldn't leave.

  Mo Daxiong stood on the stage, looking at the crowd that had just been packed to the brim but was now empty. He counted carefully and found that including Tang An and himself, there were only six people left. He burst out laughing: "Just right, I thought we'd have to make a move, but it seems we're spared." As he spoke, he walked towards Tang An.

  Mo Dàyǒng gave Tang An a fist bump and a bow, then patted his chest with his massive palm, introducing himself: "My name is Mo Dàyǒng, just call me Old Mo. I'm a simple soldier, don't understand those fancy things. I think you're a good brother, so today I invite you to drink with me, don't decline! Declining would be looking down on Old Mo!"

  Tang An smiled and nodded, Mo Dagu was overjoyed, patted Tang An's shoulder with his big hand, and praised: "Brother, you're not old, but your physique is majestic, I, Old Mo, admire men like you the most! There are few people in the army who practice swordsmanship, from now on we must get closer to each other."

  After entering the barracks, three cups of wine went down their throats, and the relationship between the two people seemed to have become much closer. Mo Dàyǒng's speech also became more direct.

  "Tang brothers, I acknowledge you as a brother. I know this fight is very important for young people like you. But there are some things that I still want to remind my brother." Mo Dàyǒng said up to here, but then looked up and glanced at Tang An.

  Tang An knew he was rough on the outside and delicate on the inside, afraid of saying something that would displease himself, so he stopped drinking and said: "Brother Mo, just speak. You consider me a brother, how could I misunderstand your good intentions because of one word?"

  Mo Daxiong saw Tang An like this, and no longer pretended: "That Western Regions knife guest Duoluo, if it's Tang brothers you encounter him. I, Old Mo, say one more thing, Tang brothers might as well give up."

  Tang An furrowed his brow, he didn't understand why Mo Dàyǒng was saying this. Was Duōluó really that formidable? So, he asked: "Why? He's indeed formidable, but I think there's still a chance for me. Does Big Brother Mo know something else?"

  Mo Daxiong calmed down and thought for a moment before saying, "Duoluo was originally one of the seven warriors under the Wanjie Sect of the Beichen Pavilion in the Western Regions. Later, I don't know why he suddenly came to our Great Yan and entered the Qin family's mansion as a guard. The Beichen Pavilion is the largest sect in the Western Regions, with many powerful individuals under its command. Even the knife guards beside King Rongdi are mostly from the Beichen Pavilion. And the Wanjie Sect is one of the more powerful branches among the seven sects of the Beichen Pavilion. Duoluo came from there and has been fighting for many years. Now that he's half a foot into the heavenly realm, his abilities are not something ordinary people can imagine."

  Tang An listened carefully, but upon hearing this, he was still puzzled and asked: "What strange methods does Duoluo have?"

  Mo Daxiong fell silent, lost in thought. After a moment, he suddenly looked up, his eyes burning with intensity, and said in a low voice: "Secret technique!"

  "That Nadol was born in the Wan Lai Sect, but he also practiced a strange and mysterious technique. Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I can be certain that he must know at least one secret technique!"

  Secret technique?

  Tang An's heart suddenly skipped a beat when he heard this. How could Duoluo possibly know the secret technique? This secret technique was the foundation of a Tianjing master's power, and not every Tianjing master had even grasped their own secret technique! And yet, this secret technique wouldn't be taught to anyone who wasn't extremely close. Could it be that Duoluo was the disciple of some Tianjing master? Otherwise, how could he possibly know the secret technique?

  Tang An furrowed his brow for a moment, but soon he figured it out. Whatever! What if there was a Tianjing expert behind him? Wang Ruitu was also a Tianjing expert, and I wasn't afraid of him, so why should I be afraid of a potential Tianjing expert?

  Tang An asked, "Does Old Mo know what Mulao's secret technique is?"

  Mo Daxiong shook his head and said, "I don't know. But I've heard people say that his knife seems to disappear in an instant, and when it reappears, his opponent is dead."

  Disappear?

  Tang An couldn't figure it out. It seemed he could only carefully observe that Du Luo again tomorrow.

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