Chapter 377: An Even Match
"You noisy, lecherous cur!"
Leng Ning was extremely protective of her reputation and didn’t want any man touching her so casually. Yan Duo’s utterly vile words, however, sent her into a fury of shame and anger.
"Whether I’m lecherous or not isn’t for you to decide."
As a notorious playboy in the Provincial City, Yan Duo paid Leng Ning’s words no mind. He simply waved a dismissive hand at Liao Guangzhi. "Elder Liao, I’m taking these two women. Remember not to hurt them, especially not their faces."
"This old servant understands," Liao Guangzhi said with a deep smile.
Everyone knew how quickly Yan Duo went through women, so naturally, Liao Guangzhi had to cater to his tastes.
"Incorrigible!"
At this, a sharp glint appeared in Leng Ning’s eyes. She decided to take down Liao Guangzhi first, then teach Yan Duo a lesson.
"Miss Leng, he’s a Great Venerable, probably already in the Ninth Realm. Be careful."
Mu Qikun, who had just woken up, had learned of Leng Ning’s strength from Chuchu, but he was still worried.
Leng Ning turned and gave him a reassuring smile.
Of course, she could feel the powerful aura emanating from Liao Guangzhi.
However, it wasn’t enough to make her afraid.
As a peerless genius of the Leng Family, the likes of whom hadn’t been seen in a century, Leng Ning had already reached the realm of a Ninth-Grade Great Venerable three years ago.
Now, she had reached the peak of the Ninth Realm!
"Little girl, no wonder you’re so arrogant. It turns out you’re a Great Venerable too." Liao Guangzhi’s eyes narrowed as he sensed her power.
He couldn’t help but re-evaluate Leng Ning’s strength.
"Enough talk!"
Leng Ning leaped into the air, her figure swift and imposing.
Every movement exuded both grace and power, like an agile cheetah sprinting across the savanna.
In contrast, Liao Guangzhi’s frame was slightly stooped, but his gaze was like ice, revealing profound wisdom and experience. He met Leng Ning’s attacks with steady footwork.
Every move and stance from both of them carried a clever force, a power seemingly hidden within ordinary actions.
"You’ve also reached the peak of the Ninth Realm!"
Suddenly, after their fists collided, Liao Guangzhi and Leng Ning shot off in opposite directions. He cried out in astonishment mid-air, "Such extraordinary Body Skill at such a young age! Who in the world are you?!"
"You are not worthy of knowing," Leng Ning said, stabilizing herself as she landed on the ground.
The two were evenly matched. For the moment, neither could gain the upper hand.
"Not bad at all!"
Yan Duo had a clear view of the fight and was naturally surprised by Leng Ning’s strength. "Elder Liao, I remember someone called her Miss Leng. Could she be a descendant of the long-extinct Leng Family?"
He remembered Mu Qikun shouting "Miss Leng!" when he warned her.
"The Leng Family?"
Liao Guangzhi’s eyebrows shot up. "That’s it. I thought her Cultivation Skill looked familiar. So, she’s a descendant of the Leng Family, which disappeared years ago. Excellent! I’ll capture you for Young Master Yan to enjoy, and afterward, I’ll strip you of your Cultivation Skill. Two birds with one stone!"
"Old man, haven’t you ever heard that youth has the advantage in a fight?"
Ignoring that he had guessed her identity, Leng Ning charged forward again.
"Little girl, when two fighters are of equal strength, combat experience is undoubtedly the key to victory." Liao Guangzhi didn’t deny that youth had its advantages, but his own combat experience was vast.
A seemingly ordinary bamboo fan suddenly appeared in his hand, but when waved, it possessed immense power.
Every wave created an invisible gale that seemed capable of tearing the air itself.
As the battle reached its climax, Leng Ning’s attacks grew fiercer. A three-foot-long Soft Sword appeared in her hand, striking like a dragon bursting from the sea, as fast as lightning.
But Liao Guangzhi was clearly very experienced. Unhurried, he countered every move with unwavering stability, each of his attacks perfectly timed to block Leng Ning’s offensive.
The bamboo fan in his hand was like a dancing Divine Sparrow, and each time it clashed with Leng Ning’s Soft Sword, it produced a crisp, metallic ring.
"Damn it. Their martial skill is equal, so now it’s a contest of Inner Strength. Leng Ning is clearly running out of stamina."
Standing beside Mu Huang and Mu Qikun, Chuchu asked anxiously, "We have to get Jiang Xinghai! Otherwise, we’re in grave danger today!"
"But Divine Doctor Jiang is in seclusion..." Mu Huang also grew anxious.
"I’ll go get Butcher!" Mu Qikun stumbled as he ran toward the medicinal garden.
In the medicinal garden, Jiang Xinghai was still sitting cross-legged, cultivating.
Butcher stood nearby, his gaze fixed on the approaching Mu Qikun.
The two women beside him, Li Huanyan and Lv Que, did the same.
The sounds of battle from the Mu Family’s entrance hall had alerted the three of them long ago.
Mu Qikun arrived and explained the situation.
"The Yan Family, who moved from Central State to the Provincial City twenty years ago, has returned."
Butcher was well aware of the Yan Family’s existence. "And they came just to ask for Divine Doctor Jiang? Hmph! Is this how they ask for a favor? They’re simply asking to die!"
He sneered as he dialed Yan Qingshan’s number on his phone. After a few brief words, he hung up.
"In fifteen minutes, that old dog Liao Guangzhi will be dead."
Butcher’s own strength wasn’t enough to defeat Liao Guangzhi, but he would protect Jiang Xinghai from being disturbed, even if it meant death.
"I’m worried Miss Leng can’t last for fifteen minutes," Mu Qikun said, his expression urgent.