Upon seeing his disciple fall to the ground, the master immediately became alert and launched an attack on An Moxue, cursing, "You shameless, sneaky scoundrel!"
An Moxue propped herself up on the sofa with both hands, raised her foot and delivered a vertical kick to her master, followed by another kick.
The two instantly became entangled in combat.
Once An Moxue caught her breath, she started to curse back, "You shameless old scoundrel, what right do you have to talk to me about morality? You think you're worthy? You don't even have it yourself, yet you expect others to have it. What kind of ridiculous joke are you telling?"
After exchanging blows with An Moxue, the master realized that she was also a practitioner of ancient martial arts after a few rounds. He then abandoned his contempt and threw a straight punch at An Moxue's face. If it hit, her face would definitely be disfigured.
An Mo leaned back and then did a series of side flips to dodge her master's attack. "You old geezer, you're up to no good! You're just trying to ruin my appearance!"
"Little brat, you've practiced martial arts for a few years and now you think you're the boss of the world? Don't you even know who you've met today? You still dare to be so arrogant."
An Moxue threw another light, straight punch, returning her master's move to him, but this punch was infused with powerful internal energy, forcing her master to retreat several steps.
An Moxue sighed inwardly, realizing that she had made great progress. Back when she was chasing after this old man and his gang in the deep mountains and forests, she didn't dare to confront him directly. If she had, she would have undoubtedly been seriously injured.
Now she was no longer afraid of him. After exchanging so many moves, An Moxue had a good idea of what was going on. If she were to fight him head-on, she could win by a narrow margin, but she would definitely get hurt. But why bother? There was no need for that.
"Whether you're arrogant or not, we'll only know after we fight. You're getting old, you should accept that you're old. After all, this world belongs to the young. You're old and can't do it anymore, why aren't you hiding in some remote mountain area? What are you doing jumping around outside? Showing off your old skin? It's worthless stuff, even dogs wouldn't bother with it if you threw it on the road."
"You...you!" The master was so angry that he didn't know what to say, and even his movements slowed down by a fraction.
"Look, you won't admit you're old. You're so slow even when you're fighting. What can you do? No wonder you handed over such a useless piece of trash! I can understand it. Who told you not to meet a genius like me! Even if you did, it would be useless. I wouldn't even look at you. You should go cool off somewhere else!"
"This child speaks recklessly, unaware of his own limitations." After holding back for a long time, the master finally uttered this sentence.
Seeing that he was losing his composure due to her words, An Moxue pressed on, saying, "Oh, still not admitting it? Look at your useless disciple on the ground, isn't that the best proof?"
The master glanced at his apprentice in response to her words. He had never thought his apprentice was bad before, but now he found her utterly displeasing. She had been completely charmed by this little brat and couldn't even put up a fight. He was ashamed to look at her!
The master was even more frustrated. This time, he stopped arguing and started hitting with ruthless force, holding back his anger and beating the opponent to death.
An Moxue found the fight increasingly enjoyable. She realized that she needed to spar with experts to improve; otherwise, she would remain stagnant and make little progress. It was a pity that this master and disciple were not on the right path and were only causing trouble for the country.
An Moxue went from tentatively attacking at the beginning to fighting with all her might, and now she can fight back, leaving her master in a state of surprise and uncertainty.
"Who are you? Who is your master? How do you possess such profound internal strength? How have you progressed so quickly?"
"You? You're not worthy to know my family's history, and I'm afraid you'll be scared to death if I tell you where I come from! You'd better not die for now." An Moxue stretched out her hand, and her master only felt a blur before a fist struck his right cheek. His face went numb, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with two teeth. Then half of his face swelled up.
That's too fast, how did she do that?
Of course, it's because An Moxue's martial arts skills improved again during their fight, making her even faster.
Master hadn't suffered such a loss in years; it felt more like a humiliation. In an instant, he unleashed his full power, while An Moxue became even more cautious. Both of them were completely focused, their attacks creating afterimages at a speed that was dazzling. An Moxue sidestepped and delivered a flying kick, sending her master flying. He fell backward to the ground, mouthfuls of blood gushing from his mouth.
An Moxue was annoyed, feeling only that she had had a good time beating the child. Most of the furniture in the house was broken, and there were two pools of bright red blood on the floor. She had wasted money hiring someone to clean up the mess that afternoon.
An Moxue slowly walked up to her master and asked fiercely, "You already dirtied my house before, and now it's dirty again. What are you going to do? You old geezer, you're really wicked!"
After An Moxue finished speaking, she took out a pill and put it into her master's mouth. She patted him twice in front of and behind him, and the pill went down.
The master asked in a somewhat panicked manner, "What did you give me to eat?"
An Moxue smiled, a smile that was exceptionally sweet. "Guess?"
Before long, the master noticed something was wrong with his body; he couldn't gather his inner strength anymore, and he panicked completely.
Seeing his flustered appearance, An Moxue secretly felt smug. The Bone-Corroding and Tendon-Severing Powder was so effective, really!
An Moxue walked to her disciple's side, pulled out the two arrows from his leg, and gave her disciple one as well.
"What exactly did you feed us?" The master glared at An Moxue with hatred, wishing he could devour him.
An Moxue walked to his side, took out a silver needle, and pierced him several times, causing him to immediately faint.
An Moxue raised her wrist to look at her watch, then glanced at the room, her heart filled with hatred. Once Wu Sicheng found her and finished his interrogation, she would definitely take all their money as compensation.
Then, she left the house and rode her motorcycle to Wu Sicheng's house.
As the weather grew warmer day by day, An Moxue rode her motorcycle very fast. When she arrived at her destination, she parked the motorcycle a little distance from Wu Sicheng's house and then jogged to Wu Sicheng's house.
An Moxue knocked on Wu Sicheng's door a few times before she heard footsteps coming from inside. They were a little slow, but An Moxue didn't think much of it, assuming he was fast asleep and that's why he was getting up so slowly.
As soon as the door opened, An Moxue saw Wu Sicheng's pale face and asked, "What's wrong?"
Before he could answer, she reached out, took his hand, and began to take his pulse, saying, "Don't speak yet."
The two men stood at the door of Wu Sicheng's house, one with a serious expression and the other looking at him with a mixture of helplessness and indulgence.
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