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As Mo Wen fought against the hulking figure, he grew increasingly alarmed. Although he held the high ground, he was not faring well. It was clear that a lack of practical experience was a significant drawback; once he got out of this situation, he would need to find a crowded place to practice regularly.
During the battle, Mo Wen silently resolved to improve. This was the first time he had encountered a Cultivator who utilized the Speed Principle, and as Old Lu had warned, they were indeed formidable. The tall opponent appeared foolish, yet in combat, he was incredibly agile. Coupled with the application of the Speed Principle, he moved around Mo Wen with uncanny stealth, while Liu San lurked nearby, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Mo Wen found himself caught in a pincer attack.
From his vantage point above, Xiao Hei watched anxiously as his human leader struggled. Although he could clearly see the three fighters, he dared not shout a warning to Mo Wen. Doing so would only distract him and worsen his predicament.
Boss Gong, observing his two underlings gradually gaining the upper hand, relaxed significantly. He opened his folding fan and began to wave it leisurely, his gaze shifting to Xiao Hei, who stood atop a rock. The boy was not essential to his plans; all he needed was that fiery little beast. The moment he reached the mountaintop, he had spotted it and sensed that it was extraordinary. As for the scruffy human, he dismissed him entirely. He had confidence in the strength of his trio; while they might not be the strongest team in this underground world inaccessible to higher-level Cultivators, they were more than capable of dealing with one scruffy individual without needing to lift a finger themselves. It exceeded his expectations that two of them were already engaged with just one opponent.
In Boss Gong's eyes, Mo Wen was merely an obstacle in capturing Xiao Hei. Soon enough, Mo Wen would be dead, and all that remained was for him to focus on that fiery little beast, which was proving to be beyond his initial expectations.
Amidst the dust, Liu San realized that their advantage over the scruffy guy was slowly diminishing. Initially, their opponent could only passively defend; both brothers had even managed to inflict some injuries. Now, however, this disheveled young man was capable of occasional counterattacks, and his speed in doing so was increasing. The skinny ghost felt similarly; although he appeared foolish, it was merely because he was contemplating his own identity. In battle, such thoughts could not occupy his mind; all his energy had to be focused on the opponent. He noticed that their speed advantage was gradually shrinking—now their opponent could keep pace with him. Could it be that this guy also cultivated the Speed Principle? That seemed impossible; earlier, their opponent had used the Thunder Law. It was rare for a Cultivator to master two different laws simultaneously, especially two lower-tier Origin Laws. Mastering even one lower-tier Origin Law, like one from the Five Elements, was already a tremendous opportunity. Yet still, how could this opponent's speed be explained?
“Old Three, this kid is strange; we must capture him!” The skinny ghost transmitted telepathically to Liu San.
“Got it!” Upon receiving this message from the skinny ghost, Liu San couldn't help but smile wryly; capturing him alive seemed impossible at this point—winning outright felt like a distant hope. However, remembering that Boss Gong had yet to make a move rekindled some hope within him.
Unbeknownst to them, Mo Wen sensed their change in demeanor—especially from the brute who had begun to show signs of fatigue but now rallied himself for another assault. Regardless of how hard they pushed themselves now, their diminishing combat effectiveness was unavoidable. If it were just that brute alone, Mo Wen felt confident that he would soon become a casualty under his blade.
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