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“Lu Xun! You scoundrel, you’ve tarnished my reputation!” The voice arrived before the person did, booming like thunder, drowning out the roar of the river and causing pain in the ears.
“Lu Xun, don’t run! Take this!” A White-Clad Woman appeared above Old Lu, striking down with her palm. Old Lu did not evade; instead, he reached out to meet her blow. When their palms collided, a visible shockwave spread outward. Mo Wen felt a gust of wind hit his face; even with his perfected Golden Body, it stung. Instinctively, he raised one hand to shield his eyes while the other clutched a tree trunk. Xiao Hei had already bitten onto his clothes and dangled behind him.
“Boom!” A loud crash echoed as Mo Wen lowered his hand and looked toward the source of the sound. The clash between Old Lu and the White-Clad Woman had ended, and they stood facing each other. Below Old Lu, a massive stone had shattered into rubble, and the surroundings were in disarray. Rocks lay scattered, smaller trees were snapped, and larger ones fared little better; the bark on one side had been stripped away by the earlier shockwave, with some trees losing half their trunks. The thick branches of the tree where Mo Wen had taken refuge were also broken in several places. Staring at the chaos around him, it took Mo Wen a moment to regain his senses. Thankfully, he had hidden behind the trunk just in time; otherwise, that shockwave could have sent him flying.
“Why didn’t you dodge this time?” The White-Clad Woman stood not far from Old Lu, looking at him. It was clear she was his rival. From a distance, Mo Wen observed her delicate features; she appeared beautiful, though he had no frame of reference for beauty since he had never seen a woman before. He recalled descriptions of women from Old Lu’s novels but had always focused more on the battle scenes than on appearances. Yet upon seeing this woman for the first time, his immediate reaction was one of admiration.
“Junior Sister, you seem well; your Realm has improved,” Old Lu remarked as he gazed at her. Indeed, this woman was his junior sister—the very rival he had mentioned to Mo Wen.
“Senior Brother is doing well too. You’ve ruined my reputation and forced me to chase you for decades! Every time you see me, you run away. Why aren’t you running now?”
“Ah, it’s not that I don’t want to run…” Before he could finish his sentence, Old Lu turned and flew toward the opposite bank of the river.
“Lu Xun! You peeped while I was bathing; you must restore my honor…” As she watched Old Lu suddenly take off, the White-Clad Woman didn’t rush after him as if she had anticipated his escape. Instead, she glanced at Mo Wen’s location before pursuing Old Lu across the river.
Mo Wen climbed down from the tree and sat on the ground, panting heavily. That glance from Old Lu’s junior sister had made his hair stand on end; he hadn’t dared to breathe while hiding behind the trunk. It wasn’t until he felt they had moved far away that he finally descended from the tree. Although he had imagined various scenarios of battle between Old Lu and his rival beforehand, experiencing it firsthand revealed how limited his imagination was by his own strength. He genuinely wanted to see what was happening at the battlefield but worried that the White-Clad Woman might return. For the sake of his life, he suppressed that thought; besides, watching would be futile—given his current abilities, all he could do was marvel at Old Lu’s formidable strength.
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