Chapter 392: The Arrogant Mu Gaokun, Ultimate Technique

(tln : Kun Technique is Cock Technique , Cock or Rooster)

“Murong, my dear nephew, weren’t you looking for me all this time?”

“Now that I’ve come to you, why do you look so unhappy?”

Mu Gaokun approached with a “kind” smile.

Murong Bufan readied his sword, his expression grave.

Clearly, Mu Gaokun, who had been slipping away like a rat, had come prepared this time.

“Could it be… Mu Gaokun heard about my situation, knowing I was injured by Wang Haoran yesterday.”

“So, he wants to take advantage of my weakened state to eliminate me?”

“Heh, if that’s what he thinks, he’s in for a surprise!”

However.

As Murong Bufan stared at Mu Gaokun, Mu Gaokun was also eyeing him, sneering inwardly—

“Heh, I, Mu Gaokun, a grandmaster at the late stage, was chased around like a stray dog by this junior.”

“What a disgrace!”

“Now, after two and a half years of rigorous training, my body technique has reached perfection.”

“I swear to avenge this humiliation!”

With his body technique perfected and knowing Murong Bufan was injured.

Mu Gaokun was brimming with confidence as he sought out Murong Bufan, intent on eliminating him.

Then.

As the two prepared to fight.

Mu Gaokun taunted while assuming his stance—

“Murong, my dear nephew, I heard you lack the ‘Kun’!”

“Let your Uncle Mu show you a special move!”

“Xingyi Twelve Forms, Form Ten: Kun Form!”

Saying this.

Mu Gaokun assumed the “Kun Form – Starting Stance”: body slightly bent, one hand lightly placed above the hip, the other hand raised, moving side to side like wiping a window.

“Kun Form, designed to counter those without the ‘Kun’!”

Mu Gaokun’s stance, coupled with his mocking words.

Made Murong Bufan’s forehead veins bulge with anger.

“Mu Gaokun, you’re courting death, no one can save you!”

“I, Murong Bufan, will act on behalf of justice today!”

Today, he would kill the enemy who had once harmed the Murong family!

He charged with his sword, unleashing a dazzlingly agile sword technique.

However, having witnessed the power of the “Demon-Slaying Sword Technique,” Mu Gaokun was well-prepared—

“Xingyi Twelve Forms, Form Seven: Horse Form – Taiji Stance!”

“Receive!”

“Neutralize!”

“Release!”

Mu Gaokun, wearing gold-threaded gloves, caught the blade, guided the force away, and then counterattacked Murong Bufan’s wrist.

In this swift exchange.

Caught off guard, Murong Bufan’s sword was knocked to the ground!

He knew that the power of his “Seventy-Two Paths Demon-Slaying Sword Technique” relied entirely on the sword in his hand.

If the sword was knocked away, the technique’s power would be nullified!

Murong Bufan frantically tried to retrieve his sword.

But unfortunately.

Mu Gaokun didn’t give him the chance.

A swift “Horse Form – Combo Technique – Lightning Five-Whip Strike” followed.

It struck Murong Bufan, making his head spin and forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

However, it wasn’t over yet.

Mu Gaokun had practiced the “Xingyi Twelve Forms” diligently for two and a half years, mastering them thoroughly.

So, after delivering the fifth whip of the Lightning Five-Whip Strike, he maintained his side stance and followed up with a powerful shoulder strike—

“Kun Form – Ultimate Technique – Kun Mountain Crash!”

With a fierce shoulder bash.

Murong Bufan was sent flying, crashing heavily into a distant tree.

Falling to the ground, he clutched his chest, spitting blood.

“Murong, my dear nephew, how do you like my Kun Form?”

“Haha, too bad you, without the ‘Kun,’ can’t learn it!”

At this moment, Mu Gaokun kicked Murong Bufan’s sword far away and advanced.

“Mu Gaokun, you’re courting death!”

Once again mocked, Murong Bufan cursed, enduring the pain to stand up.

He began searching his body.

“……”

Searching, searching.

“……Huh?!”

“Where’s my talisman? Where’s my talisman?!”

Fu Tianlin had given him three rare jade talismans imbued with the power of legendary masters.

One was stolen by Wang Haoran, he used one himself, and one remained.

He kept it on him for emergencies.

But now, when he needed it, he couldn’t find it!

He frantically searched while watching Mu Gaokun approach.

Naturally, to Mu Gaokun, this looked like “putting on a show” and “running out of steam”!

“It’s all over!”

“Murong, my dear nephew, send my regards to your father!”

In Murong Bufan’s shocked gaze.

The triumphant Mu Gaokun took out a familiar jade talisman and crushed it.

A full-force strike from a legendary realm!

“How is this possible?!”

Damn it, how did my talisman end up with someone else again?!

And the restrictions on it are useless, anyone can use it!

Shit!!!

Murong Bufan’s eyes were filled with terror!

But.

Just as the attack was about to land on him, an unexpected event occurred.

A leisurely, slightly breezy sigh was heard—

“Sigh, it’s one thing to bully the weak.”

“But using hidden weapons to take advantage of someone, Mu Gaokun, you’ve lived all these years for nothing!”

As the attention of the two combatants was drawn to the voice.

Suddenly.

An elderly figure appeared beside Murong Bufan, blocking the attack.

“Senior Qing Mozhi!”

“Qing Mozhi?!” Mu Gaokun’s face darkened.

Given the current situation, Qing Mozhi was clearly here to protect Murong Bufan.

And he wasn’t a match for him.

“Elder Qing, must you meddle in this?”

“Hmph, meddle?”

Qing Mozhi snorted lightly, releasing his aura.

Centered on himself, waves of energy spread out:

“As an elder of the Qingyun Sanctuary, there’s nothing I can’t meddle in!”

He stood with his hands behind his back, exuding the demeanor of a master.

However.

Just as he was about to strike a pose.

“Heh heh!”

Another voice echoed—

“Qing Mozhi, you’ve finally reached the early legendary stage after all this time, feeling proud, huh? Here to show off again!”

“Who?!”

Hearing the familiar voice, Qing Mozhi’s heart tightened.

He quickly looked towards the source of the voice.

“Phew, thank goodness it’s not Zhao Nishang…”

Seeing the masked figure, Qing Mozhi sighed in relief.

Although Yongling Town was his territory, he had been avoiding Zhao Nishang for the past two days.

Because of this, he happened to witness Murong’s “dangerous” moment.

And now.

The person before him was clearly not Zhao Nishang.

Snorting, the legendary master Qing Mozhi was about to sternly reprimand the masked figure.

But before he could speak—

The next second, the masked figure suddenly appeared right in front of him.

Occupying most of his vision.

Ambush!

Qing Mozhi’s pupils contracted in shock, instinctively trying to react.

But because he had been posing.

Both his hands were behind his back, causing a delayed reaction.

“Smack—!!!”

With a heavy slap.

Qing Mozhi was spun around in place.