Everyone's mouth was wide open enough to fit an egg, and they were speechless for a long time. They all guessed the beginning, but not the ending.
Until now, they hadn't understood how that sword could possibly contain such immense power. Perhaps it contained both Zirong's powerful energy and Mu Zhong's all-out attack, and its power was indeed considerable. But even if the two of them joined forces, they wouldn't be Mu Chengyang's match, let alone a single longsword that had been chopped off.
Could it be that Mu Hanyan was not bragging, and the clanging and banging she had been doing these days was not just some wishful thinking, but she had really forged some incredible weapon.
"Young Master, Young Master, what's wrong with you?" Mu Zhong rushed over with tears in his eyes, quickly turned over the bricks and stones, and pulled Mu Chengyang out.
Fortunately, Mu Chengyang was not dead yet, but he was covered in dust and stood there like a clay statue.
The most terrifying thing was that all his clothes were torn to pieces by the fragments of the long sword. A small piece of the sword pierced the center of his forehead. It penetrated the flesh very shallowly, but it still pierced the skin. A line of blood dripped from his forehead to the tip of his nose, and then from the tip of his nose to his chin. He looked as miserable and miserable as he could be.
"Mu Zhong, you are too cruel. After all, he is your son. Even if you have a lot of resentment in your heart, you shouldn't be so cruel." Zirong sighed.
"You're talking nonsense, I didn't." Seeing Mu Chengyang injured like this, Mu Zhong was already scared out of his wits, and after hearing what Zirong said, his heart started beating even harder.
"So many people were watching us just now, and you still want to deny it? Who chopped my sword away? Why did it have to fly towards Master Chengyang? How dare you say you didn't mean to do it?" Zirong snorted disdainfully and said.
"How would I know it would fly towards the young master? You are clearly trying to sow discord." Mu Zhong's lips trembled with anger.
"You were the one who made the move, and you say you didn't know? What a joke." Zirong turned to look at Huayue and said, "Huayue, let's demonstrate."
Hua Yue rolled her eyes, drew out her sword, and stabbed forward weakly.
Zirong drew her sword and slashed it, and Huayue's sword flew out of her hand and flew towards Mu Hanyan.
Mu Hanyan stretched out her arm, clamped the long sword, and then staggered back two steps. She pointed at Zirong and said in agony: "Zirong, I have treated you well, why did you do this to me?"
Looking at Mu Hanyan's staggering steps and her grief-stricken and angry expression, some people around her couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Yuzhe, it's your turn." Zirong said to Jiang Yuzhe.
Jiang Yuzhe also rolled his eyes and thrust out a sword.
Zirong's sword flashed, and a long sword with a cold glow flew towards Mu Hanyan again.
"Zirong, we are master and servant in name, but I treat you like a brother. How could you be so cruel!" Mu Hanyan was hit by a flying sword in the left rib again. He took two steps back and said in despair.
Seeing the tears of true love in Young Master Mu's eyes, the laughter around him became even more cheerful.
"It's my turn, it's my turn." Han Yuner jumped out and drew her sword in a very professional manner.
"I'm not willing to accept this, I'm not willing to accept this...ah...ah..." Mu Hanyan was hit by a sword on the forehead and let out a shrill scream.
"Puchi, puchi." Even people with the best self-control could not help laughing out loud when they saw Miss Mu's wonderful performance. Some people even squatted on the ground holding their stomachs, laughing so hard that they couldn't straighten their backs.
"These people are so... so shameless." Ye Lanxuan watched from the side for a long time, and even he, who was usually calm, couldn't help but sigh.
"My young master too?" Zirong asked in a low voice.
"You guys are shameless, but Han Yan is certainly not. She is so smart." Ye Lanxuan played the double standard very well, blurting out without any thought or hesitation.
Zirong's mouth twitched and she fell silent.
Mu Chengyang and Mu Zhong, standing opposite, were already dumbfounded. They had seen shameless people before, but never someone this shameless. Was his last name really Mu? Was he really the descendant of a single ancestor?
In fact, even if Mu Zhong did not defend himself, Mu Chengyang knew that this matter had nothing to do with Mu Zhong. Even if he was dissatisfied with him, no matter how brave he was, he would not dare to plot against him in front of so many people.
He just couldn't understand how the long sword forged by Mu Hanyan, which looked like scrap iron, could be so powerful that it could be comparable to the full-strength attack of a master swordsman. With the strength of a ninth-level swordsman, even if he was performing at a higher level, it would be impossible for him to reach this level. This was obviously the power of the long sword itself.
Could it be that this guy's sword-making skills were truly so amazing? But if he truly possessed such incredible sword-making skills, why would his sword be so ugly?
After thinking about it over and over again, Mu Chengyang couldn't figure it out. The only thing he could think of was: he... seemed... probably... had been tricked again.
That's right, he'd been tricked. Mu Chengyang wasn't a fool; he knew the sword couldn't have come flying at him for no reason. Furthermore, it came with such swiftness that even a Sword Master like him couldn't react. The most infuriating thing was the sheer power of the sword, catching even him, a Sword Master at that level, off guard and suffering a heavy loss.
Obviously, all this was premeditated.
"Master Chengyang, you saw it just now, it's a good thing that I didn't really have the intention to kill him, otherwise my master would have died countless times. You'd better be careful in the future. This guy beside you is not only a hard-working person, but he actually has murderous intentions. I advise you to kill him as soon as possible, otherwise you won't be able to sleep well if you keep him around." Zirong ran to Mu Hanyan, took over the long swords that killed and revived Mu Hanyan, returned them to Huayue and others one by one, and then said to Mu Chengyang earnestly.
"You...you are slandering me..." Mu Zhong looked at Mu Chengyang pitifully and was almost crying.
"Let's go." Mu Chengyang really didn't want to face Mu Hanyan and his gang of shameless people anymore, so he walked out with Mu Zhong.
"Wait?" Mu Hanyan suddenly shouted.
"Mu Hanyan, what else do you want?" Mu Chengyang pushed away the sword fragment embedded in his forehead, not caring about the blood spurting out, and looked at Mu Hanyan with resentment.
"I originally wanted you to compensate for the wall." Mu Hanyan pointed at the collapsed brick wall, looked at Mu Chengyang with pity, and said, "Oh, forget it. Seeing you injured like this is really pitiful. I guess you will be fined for half a year's salary. Life will not be easy. I'd better leave it to you to heal your injuries."
When Mu Hanyan brought up the six-month annual quota again, Mu Chengyang's fury intensified, and the blood on his forehead gushed even more fiercely. It was like a small fountain, surging and surging, frightening everyone around him and making them worried.
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