Chapter 12: White Crane Arts (2)

"Yes, thank you, librarian Zhu!" Mo Fan said from the bottom of his heart, bowing down to the old fart as a sign of gratitude.

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After having chosen the martial skill and given the wooden token for it, he returned home with a pack full of books.

That damn book maniac...

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"This martial skill is really awesome" Mo Fan said, as he was practicing the White Crane Arts: his hands were taking the form of a crane's head and they moved as if to imitate the pitching of the animal.

His feet moved in parallel steps as he performed the basic footwork of the martial skill while his hand movements simulated the flapping of a crane's wings.

"Shit, is this... pant...really just a Middle Ordinary martial... skill?" Mo Fan was barely able to say as his breath was missing due to the high intensity of those excersises despite having been practicing for barely ten minutes straight now. "I think... pant... if i keep... this up"

"Maybe in a couple of days I'll reach the 4th stage-"

"I hope so as well" a bitter but yet arrogant voice interrupted Mo Fan's words. So, the latter immediately turned towards the one speaking, only to see a beauty he was a lot familiar with, Qing'er.

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"Qing'er!" Mo Fan shouted her name out as he was a lot surprised to see her there in that moment "Aren't you supposed to train at this time? What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see what my little brother was doing, can't I?" She answered with a smug expression on her face as if she was superior to him.

"Yeah, you can, but then..." the gold haired kid began as he scratched his head "Can you become my sparring partner for a bit?"

"Me?" She looked at him with an incredolous look. She couldn't believe that one of the weakest cultivator in the entire world was asking her, the top talent of the High Heaven Pavilon, a spar. "You're too weak to even touch me in a fight, so have you become that crazy to ask me to become your sparring partner or did you somehow got to the 7th Stage Separation and Reunion realm like me?"

"Didn't that friend of yours, Yang... Fai, i think, have your same strength? Why don't you ask him instead?" She said, that smug expression still not disappearing from her face.

"First of all, his name is Yang Kai" he said, really irritated by that fucking expression her sister had "And second, no. He seemed to be having a breaktrough when I went to ask him for a spar twenty minutes ago, so I let him cultivate in peace"

"So, since I don't anyone else to ask to, I pardon your majest to be my sparring partner today" Mo Fan said, clearly mocking her attitude

"Hmph... ok, then I'll beat your ass up" she said, slightly puffing her cheeks.

The two of them got in position, one in front of the other at the center of Mo Fan's courtyard, only five meters separating them. The air suddendly started blowing stronger and leaves started falling off the trees to the ground as if it had been waiting this fight for a long time.

"Please go easy on me"

"Not even think about it"

And when a leaf was brought by the wind on the center of the courtyard, the fight began, the two rushing at each other, Qing'er clearly faster than Mo Fan.

As soon as the girl reached the gold haired boy, she threw a simple punch, without using even the slightest amount of Qi, at him. He just blocked her fist with a palm and then counterattacked with a fist too, but this had the form of a crane's head "White Crane Arts: Crane Head Fist!"

Qing'er just grabbed his fist and threw Mo Fan away, sending him against a tree. Fortunately, the gold haired kid wasn't that stupid to not do anything while he was flying, so he managed to land with his feet perfectly on the tree's truck, without taking any serious damage.

"What was that weak move? No wonder you learned that shit in only ten minutes, hahaha" Qing'er said, bursting out in fake laughs. Fake? Why was she faking them? Well, for two reason actually: she wanted to irritate her brother like every sister in the world does and because she was actually impressed by how quickly Mo Fan learned a new martial skill, even if it was a low grade one.

Mo Fan, seeing her laughing that much, started to irritate quite a lot and so he propelled himself from the tree with all of his strength towards his sister "Shut the fuck up for a good time!"

He was now flying at her with an incredible speed and as he came into her proximities he opened his palm completely, only leaving the fingers slight bended towards the inside "White Crane Arts: Crane Claw Palm!"

"Well, this is quite impressive..." She said as she once again grabbed Mo Fan's fist without putting really no effort in it "It's quite impressive to mortal, maybe"

And then, the gold haired kid was sent again flying, this time even faster, not giving the time to Mo Fan to think about what to do like before. And so, he crashed against a tree, causing some wooden splinters to fly from it due to the strong impact.

"I told you that you should have challenged me when you were stronger..." Qing'er said, that smug expression on her face now only worsened, mixing even with a bit of satisfaction "And that's if you'll ever become stronger, hahaha"

After saying this, she waved her hand to Mo Fan and slowly left, leaving the latter injured and alone.

"Ah, this bitch... will she ever change someday, old man?" He thought as looked at the sky, awaiting an answer from his old man in the heaven, without obviously receiving one.

"Well, I should return to train" Mo Fan thought as he slowly got up "I'll show you, Qing'er, that I'll reach the martial peak! And then we'll see who will laugh who!"

...to be continued

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