26 I’ll Slap You Away

"Alright, then let's exchange a move." 

The crowd was surprised that Mo Qingkuang dared to agree. 

"He's too arrogant, thinking that having some skill allows him to act recklessly. Li Ang's attacks are among the best among the young generation in the capital. Even opponents one or two levels higher than him wouldn't dare to face him head-on. This Kuang Qing will surely pay the price for his arrogance!" Some people in the crowd gloated. 

"But Kuang Qing received the inheritance from the Flower King, the 'Flower Plucking Manual,' which is at least an Earth-grade martial art, right?" Some of Mo Qingkuang's loyal supporters argued. 

"You said it yourself, it's an Earth-grade martial art. But Kuang Qing only got it a few days ago. No matter how talented he is, he can't possibly master an Earth-grade martial art in just three to five days, right?" 

"Anyway, I think his arrogance will cost him dearly." 

*** 

"Good, I respect you for being a man," Li Ang said with a smile when Mo Qingkuang agreed. Internally, he sneered at Mo Qingkuang's foolishness. 

"This is our family's inherited Earth-grade martial art, 'Sword of Transcendence!' I just recently started learning it. I hope you'll correct me, Master Kuang Qing!" Li Ang coldly shouted, and his speed increased dramatically. His soft sword, enveloped in True Qi, stood upright, its sharp blade far superior to the previous attack. 

"Sword of Transcendence! Minister Li's renowned skill, is an intermediate-level Earth-grade martial art. It is said that Minister Li once used this move with a first-rank Martial King cultivation to kill a third-rank Martial King! I didn't expect Young Master Li Ang to learn this move!" Someone who knew the Li family well exclaimed. 

"Sword of Transcendence! This is a formidable killing move that can challenge opponents of higher levels! Mo Qingkuang has put himself in a difficult situation this time." 

"Li Ang, are you really going to use lethal force?" Han Yan'er's eyes widened, and she was about to rush forward to stop them, but the sword was already approaching, and it seemed she wouldn't make it in time. 

"Hmph, you forced my hand. I only wanted to teach you a lesson," Li Ang sneered. Mo Qingkuang stared at the incredibly sharp sword edge coming at him. He decided not to dodge or evade, facing the attack head-on. 

"Foolish. To dare to confront the Sword of Transcendence! I don't know if I can keep your life, but your palm will surely be gone. What a waste of talent." 

Many people sighed, thinking that Mo Qingkuang's seemingly lack of attack power would cost him. 

To everyone's surprise, a surge of true qi accompanied Mo Qingkuang's palm, rushing out like a torrent. Li Ang felt as if he had collided with a towering mountain. The powerful force pushed him backwards, and he was sent flying out of the grand hall. 

In the shocked eyes of the crowd, Li Ang emitted a muffled groan as his body crashed into the wall outside the courtyard, creating a person-shaped pit. 

"This...this." No one expected that even when Li Ang used his family's secret martial technique Sword of Transcendence, Mo Qingkuang, who seemed to have no attack power, could actually send him flying with just a palm. 

"Young Master! Young Master!" Li Ang's attendants were stunned for a moment before rushing to the hall's exit to retrieve Li Ang, who was hanging on the wall. 

Li Ang, covered in dust, his hair dishevelled, looked nothing like the elegant young master he used to be. 

"I'm fine," he uttered as he regained consciousness. 

The Falling Flower Palm attack wasn't strong, but its repelling effect was evident. Li Ang's appearance might seem ferocious, but in reality, he only suffered some superficial injuries. 

If it weren't for crashing into the wall and receiving an impact on the back of his head, he wouldn't have fainted, just pushed back a bit farther. 

"This is...Falling Flower Palm?" Han Yan'er, with a worried look, froze in a posture of wanting to step forward to assist but not daring to. She asked awkwardly. 

Mo Qingkuang nodded, "Just started learning it." 

'This is outrageous!' This sentiment was shared by Han Yan'er and everyone present. 

From the day Mo Qingkuang obtained the 'Flower Plucking Manual' at the tomb of the Flower King until now, it hadn't been more than five days, even considering the time it took to travel from Southern Province to the capital. 

In this short time, he had actually mastered it, and with just a palm, he sent Li Ang, who had a higher cultivation level and was also using an Earth-grade martial art, flying. 

To note, Han Yan'er, despite having decent talent, took a whole month to master the royal family's Earth-grade martial art, 'Heaven's Frozen Field.' 

However, they were unaware of the inhuman training and torment Mo Qingkuang endured to master the Falling Flower Palm and the Flower Picking Finger. 

If someone were to visit Flower Valley where Mo Qingkuang practice martial arts to observe later, they would find that the flower groves were left without a single petal. All the petals, except some remnants on the ground, were imprinted on the mountain wall, creating a unique scenery for later generations. 

"With your actions, the Li family is probably going to have an endless vendetta against you!" Han Yan'er whispered in a low voice after regaining her senses from the shock, glanced at the dishevelled Li Ang, and then looked at the composed Mo Qingkuang. 

"Isn't it all because of you?" Mo Qingkuang rolled his eyes impatiently. 

If it weren't for this girl pulling him in as a shield, he wouldn't have ended up in this troublesome situation. 

Han Yan'er blushed again when she heard this, realizing that the root cause of the matter did indeed lie with her. 

Feeling embarrassed, she tried to divert attention, "But you didn't have to beat him so badly!" 

"I held back; these are just superficial injuries. Besides, he wanted to kill me with that sword earlier!" Mo Qingkuang shrugged his shoulders. 

Superficial injuries? Li Ang would probably prefer to have his arm broken than endure such external injuries. 

Li Ang, who had always carried himself with elegance and sophistication, had his face completely ruined by this fight, and his image was utterly destroyed. 

"You're ruthless! We'll settle it on the stage!" 

Watching Mo Qingkuang and Han Yan'er chat intimately, Li Ang became angrier the more he looked. Having already suffered a crushing defeat, he could only leave, leaving behind a string of harsh words. 

Mo Qingkuang shouted loudly, "Young Master Li, you said you would bear all the losses. I'm a poor man; I can't afford this!" 

Li Ang's hasty steps almost caused him to stumble, narrowly avoiding a second injury. 

With a darkened face, Li Ang coldly snorted, "I will compensate!" 

Mo Qingkuang sincerely expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, Young Master Li." 

"No need to thank me..." 

Just as Li Ang was about to leave the main gate, Mo Qingkuang suddenly called out, "Young Master Li, please wait." 

Li Ang, with a stern expression, turned back, "What else do you want? I said I would compensate!" 

"No, no, it's not about that. You mentioned earlier that if I could still stand after our sparring, you would invite me for a drink. Well, look at me, I'm still standing! I can even hop around a bit!" Mo Qingkuang smiled and exaggeratedly hopped a few times. 

Onlookers stifled their laughter, finding the situation both amusing and daring. 

Han Yan'er, standing on the side, was speechless. This Mo Qingkuang, his mouth was completely inversely proportional to his cultivation level! 

If there were a realm for verbal sparring, he would undoubtedly be a Martial God in that domain. 

Li Ang, gasping for breath and glaring at Mo Qingkuang with bloodshot eyes, finally muttered, "As long as you dare to come to my residence for a drink, I'll make sure you're satisfied!"