Cheng Yishi grabbed Li Mu, who was trying to slip away, and prevented him from leaving. A faint, almost imperceptible look of timidity flashed across Li Mu's face, but Cheng Yishi caught it.

Li Mu was secretly delighted. Ever since Cheng Yishi mentioned having ten or eight ginseng roots at home, he had been teasing him with his words, all for the sake of Cheng Yishi's family treasures.

"Old Cheng, Brother Cheng, I really have something to do. Can we spar another day?" Li Mu softened his tone, waving the box containing ginseng in front of Cheng Yishi. He thought to himself, "I've been waving that box around several times already, how can you not understand?" "Besides, it's not like we're sparring for anything. Why should I spar with you?"

Cheng Yishi felt that Li Mu was still putting on airs, stubbornly trying to use additional conditions as an excuse. He said:

"Oh! Li Mu, look, here's what we'll do. You just need to spar with me, and you can name your terms. If I lose, I'll fulfill them immediately. Also, don't worry, it's just a spar, and I promise I won't hurt you."

"Ha! You're all alone, what could you possibly have on you?" Li Mu turned to look at Cheng Yishi, who had nothing in his hands, patted the ginseng box, and continued, "Look, you don't even have anything I can easily take, and you still want to make any demands. Forget it, forget it, I'm going home, I don't have time to talk nonsense here."

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Cheng Yi was genuinely angry. He thought to himself, "Li Mu, you arrogant brat, is it so hard to admit you can't win? I'm going to slap you in the face today!" He shouted, "Li Mu, you arrogant brat!"

"Li Mu, I guarantee with the reputation of my Cheng family that I, Cheng Yishi, keep my word. You don't need to make any conditions. Let's bet on the old ginseng you have. If I lose, I'll give you a ginseng of no less than this quality. If you lose, well! I don't want your ginseng, just apologize to me. After all, I'm a few years older than you. You see..."

"Alright, you want to spar, right? I promise you, I'll remember what you just said," Li Muxin said. She'd finally managed to get him to agree. Oh! Not exactly, but through friendly negotiation, they'd reached a consensus.

Before Cheng Yishi could finish speaking, Li Mu interrupted him, thinking he was going to make up some excuse again. But the guy agreed without hesitation. Cheng Yishi thought to himself, "Why did you agree so easily? Something's not right."

Regardless, he figured he'd fight first and see what happened later. He hadn't really thought about losing; at worst, he'd just have to go through a few more moves. He just felt that the fight was a bit strange.

Cheng Yishi: "Alright, since you've agreed, let's find a place to have a match and see if your skills are really better than your mouth."

Li Mu: "If you want to spar, let's do it here. It'll only take a move or two, so we can avoid any trouble."

Cheng Yi looked around the huge office. Although there was a space of more than ten square meters in the middle, it was inevitable that things would be broken. He generously said, "This place is fine. I'll take responsibility for any damage."

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After a long war of words, the two were finally about to start fighting.

Li Mu felt a pang of pity for Cheng Yishi. Relying on deception and trickery for a few cultivation resources was ultimately not the right path.

He thought to himself, as long as this guy doesn't try to take advantage of him or go against him, he could be a good friend. During their previous hand-to-hand combat, he discovered several blockages in the guy's vital meridians. If these weren't cleared, it would be impossible for him to make any breakthroughs in martial arts. He could help clear the meridians, but it was up to him whether it was worth it.

"Hey! Li Mu, why don't you make a move? Are you scared?" Cheng Yi had already gathered his energy in his dantian and assumed a fighting stance. Li Mu, on the other hand, stood there without moving. How could he fight like this? Was this guy going to just admit defeat?

Li Mu said calmly, "No need, please come."

Cheng thought to himself, "You're going to act tough, just don't come crying to your parents later." He shouted, "Take this!"

Cheng Yishi lightly touched the ground with his left foot, launching himself forward in mid-air and delivering a punch to Li Mu's head. He used about 70-80% of his strength in that punch; he had originally planned to use only 50%. But if someone wanted to show off, they'd have to suffer a bit. However...

Seeing Cheng Yishi's fist approaching, Li Mu didn't move his feet. He simply reached out his left hand, grabbed the fist, and used Cheng Yishi's momentum to pull and push him back to where he had been posing earlier. He thought to himself, "This guy is still too arrogant! Before even engaging in combat, he not only loudly warns his opponent but also tries to hold back his strength."

Cheng's mind went blank for a moment. Wasn't this supposed to be a friendly sparring match? "Where are they?!"

The sparring between the two lasted only a moment. He had no idea where his punch landed, nor did he realize that Li Mu had thrown him back to where he stood. He had been facing Li Mu directly when he threw the punch, but had returned with his back to him.

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When Li Hongjun came in, he found the two men fighting. He thought to himself, "Didn't you say you were taking people for a walk around the company? Why are you fighting?"

Cheng Yishi might be blinded by his own involvement, but Li Hongjun, as an observer, saw it clearly. This wasn't a fight at all; Li Mu was simply toying with Cheng Yishi. Seeing this, Li Hongjun felt a sense of pride and satisfaction. With such a descendant, the Li family of Jiangcheng was secure.

The Cheng family is no ordinary aristocratic family; it's a martial arts family. While most aristocratic families' sons are accompanied by bodyguards or security personnel when they go out, the Cheng family of Xishan is an exception, only bringing assistants and attendants. This is because the Cheng family's sons begin practicing martial arts from a young age, and upon birth, they all possess a certain level of martial prowess.

Li Mu: "You lost. Remember what you promised."

Cheng Yi had just snapped out of his daze when he heard Li Mu's voice behind him. Turning around, he silently thought, "I lost!?? I don't even know how I lost. I absolutely refuse to believe it. I didn't even know if my opponent had made a move, how could I have lost?"

"Li Mu, what you just did... you, I, I want to start over! Did you use some tricks? Weren't we just having a friendly spar?"

"Again?! Maybe we should just give up. To be honest, you're no match for me. Even if you train for another ten or eight years, you still won't be a match for me."

If it weren't for the Cheng family's old ginseng, Li Mu would have had no interest in this kind of pointless sparring.

"What? Li Mu, don't be so sure of yourself. I... I was just unprepared and you won by cheating. I admit defeat. How about another round?"

"Young Master Cheng, I think we should forget about it. I've just finished my meeting. Let's sit down, have some tea, and chat."

Li Hongjun also felt that such a sparring match was unnecessary. He had complete confidence in Li Mu, and it would be bad if someone got hurt. There was no need to damage their relationship for the sake of a petty squabble. The Cheng family was powerful; even if they couldn't be friends, there was no need to create a formidable enemy.

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Li Mu smiled and nodded when he heard Li Hongjun trying to mediate. However, Cheng Yishi saw the victor's smile differently. One said he wouldn't be a match even after another ten or eight years of training, while the other said, "Forget it, let's just let it go." This uncle and nephew were teaming up to slap each other in the face.

"Mr. Li, well, putting everything else aside for now, I think a friendly spar is still necessary. If I'm not as skilled as the other person, I'll admit it. But this... Li Mu, how about we have another spar?"

Li Mu was incredibly annoyed. Originally, he didn't care about the company; he'd only come with his second uncle to embarrass Li Shufang and then trick Cheng Yishi into giving him some resources. He'd accomplished his mission without causing any trouble. Now, Cheng Yishi was practically begging him to embarrass him. Did they think they were all offering their faces up, lining up to be slapped?

Li Mu: "Young Master Cheng, well, if we're going to spar again, what we said before wasn't enough. Maybe we should just forget about it."

Cheng Yi was already pinned down. The more Li Mu didn't want to spar, the more he felt that someone must have used some underhanded tactics, especially since he hadn't even used his full strength. So he said:

“Li Mu, draw your line, and we’ll have another match. I refuse to believe that my twenty years of training have been wasted on a dog.”

Li Mu: "We can have another spar. How about this, Young Master Cheng, if you lose again, you can stay at my Li Group for a year, doing odd jobs and running errands. What do you think?"

Cheng Yi had sensed something was wrong long ago, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why or what was wrong. Coupled with his ingrained mindset, he was convinced that there was absolutely no way he couldn't withstand even one move from Li Mu, and that Li Mu must have tricked him.

“Okay, come on, I agree. If we lose, I will not only stay at the Li Group for a year, but I will also have my brother bring his team to help us.”

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The two stood still again. Cheng Yishi had already put away his pride. Martial artists have a sense of their opponents; they can sense whether they can defeat them by observing the opponent's aura. Li Mu did not exude any aura of a master. Therefore, Cheng Yishi refused to believe that he could be defeated in a single move.

When facing Li Mu again, Cheng Yi's eyes widened like copper bells. He started with a standard and proper stance, putting all the skills he had honed over the years in Cheng Family Boxing into a single move.

Cheng Family Fist, which sounds like a very ordinary style of boxing, is actually a fusion of various boxing styles such as Tongbei Fist, Vajra Fist, and Wing Chun, created by generations of Cheng family ancestors. It is as swift as the wind and as fierce as a tiger.

With a light touch of his toes and a body as swift as a returning goose, his punch flew like thunder, arriving within a foot of Li Mu in an instant. This was Cheng Yi's punch, delivered with all his might, exceeding his usual level. However, to Li Mu, this punch was as slow as a snail, due to the vast difference in their strength.

The fist arrived in an instant, as fast as lightning. This time, Li Mu used his right hand, trying to slow down the speed. He casually swirled his hand around Cheng Yishi's fist, and then casually pushed it forward.

Cheng Yishi saw his fist miss mid-air, realizing his move was overdone, and tried to retract it, but it was too late. "Ouch!" he cried out, then was sent back to his original position, this time truly seeing how he got back.

"this..."

Cheng stood there dumbfounded, clutching his wrist, as if he hadn't moved at all, yet his wrist was injured. This was too damn sci-fi; it wasn't scientific at all.

Cheng was destined to lose. Li Mu had tried his best not to hurt him, but the guy had used up his last move, and it was too late for Li Mu to stop, so he accidentally hurt himself.

"Young Master Cheng, you've lost again."

Li Mu felt a little uncomfortable being addressed as "Young Master" by these rich young men. Since his second uncle called him that, he just followed suit.