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**Xiao Family, Backyard.**
Mo Yu looked up at the spacious room in front of him. On the plaque above the entrance were three large blood-red characters written in a flamboyant style: "Fighting Hall."
Mo Yu wasn't surprised to hear the occasional shouts coming from within. Although the Xiao family's Fighting Hall wasn't very large, and most of the fighting skills stored there were low-level, it was highly regarded in Wutan City. Some family members would occasionally come to practice.
Mo Yu, with many books about high-level fighting skills already in his mind, had come here only to learn the basic fighting skills of the Douqi Continent and to read as a way to relax.
Without wasting any time, Mo Yu stepped into the Fighting Hall.
Upon entering, he could faintly hear occasional cheers and applause from young boys and girls.
The Fighting Hall was divided into two sections: East and West. The East section stored the family's fighting skills, while the West section was a large training ground where Xiao family members often held competitions.
Mo Yu had no interest in the competitions and instead headed straight for the East District.
Stopping in the eastern part of the hall, Mo Yu casually picked up a purple scroll from a nearby shelf and slowly unrolled it. Several large black words were inscribed on the scroll:
**Low-Level Yellow Rank: Mountain-Splitting Fist!**
Leaning leisurely against the bookshelf, Mo Yu began to immerse himself in the training techniques of the Mountain-Splitting Fist. With his rich experience from his previous life, he mastered this low-level yellow-rank fighting skill in no time.
After mastering it, Mo Yu moved to another shelf and took out a black scroll. Upon unrolling it, he saw the inscription:
**Low-Level Yellow Rank: Cloud-Splitting Leg!**
Mo Yu was slightly interested in leg-based fighting skills. His Thunder Body technique had greatly enhanced his physical strength, but it lacked some finesse. Although he had already compensated for this in other ways, learning from the techniques of the Douqi Continent would be beneficial.
And so, Mo Yu began his frenzied exploration, with almost no scroll escaping his hands.
His unusual behavior quickly attracted the attention of many Xiao family members.
Typically, a fighter with Dou Qi only needed to master two or three low-level yellow-rank fighting skills. One reason was that mastering a fighting skill required time and energy, which was limited. Additionally, after breaking through to the fighter realm, low-level skills became less useful, necessitating the learning of higher-level skills. Thus, few people paid much attention to low-level skills.
Mo Yu's behavior was puzzling to them.
As Mo Yu continued to engross himself in the various fighting skills stored in the Xiao family's Fighting Hall, an uninvited guest approached him.
"Are you Mo Yu?"
A voice laced with disdain and gloating interrupted his thoughts.
Irritated by the interruption, Mo Yu's brows furrowed.
Having lived three lifetimes, he despised being disturbed while doing something he enjoyed.
"Who are you?" Mo Yu asked, his voice tinged with annoyance as he looked at the slightly plump boy in front of him, who appeared to be about fifteen or sixteen years old.
The boy felt a shiver run down his spine under Mo Yu's cold gaze. What he had thought would be an easy way to curry favor with Brother Xiao Ning was quickly turning into a daunting task.
"My name is Xiao Le. I heard you performed well in the last test, so… Brother Xiao Ning would like to invite you to compete with him at the West District training ground," the boy stammered, his tone becoming more polite as he pointed toward the training ground.
Realizing that the boy was just a messenger, Mo Yu shifted his gaze toward the training ground on his left.
There, a young man stood in the middle of the field, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a handsome face.
Mo Yu recognized him as Xiao Ning, the grandson of the Xiao family's elder. He had met him earlier that day. Xiao Ning had a good talent for cultivation, having reached the eighth level of Dou Qi by the age of seventeen. Only Xun'er surpassed him within the family.
Of course, that was before.
"It seems my previous attitude offended him. What a petty person," Mo Yu thought, immediately understanding Xiao Ning's motivations. However, he remained indifferent.
How could an elephant change its way of life because of an ant?
"Cousin Mo Yu, although you're not from my Xiao family, you still carry our blood. Now that I've invited you to compete, you won't refuse, will you?" Xiao Ning called out from the training ground, his tone polite but with a hidden edge.
Mo Yu noticed the hint of malice in Xiao Ning's eyes and responded with a dangerous smirk.
Since Xiao Ning was so eager, it was a good opportunity to stretch his muscles.
"I can't refuse such a kind invitation. In that case, let's spar for a few moves," Mo Yu replied, slowly placing the scroll back on the shelf before walking toward the training ground.
"Cousin Xiao Ning broke through to the eighth level of Dou Qi two months ago. Mo Yu is in danger," someone in the crowd murmured.
"Haha, he's just the son of a slave. Even if he has Xiao family blood, he'll never match the true geniuses of our family," another added.
"Go, Cousin Xiao Ning!"
As the crowd buzzed with anticipation, the plump boy, Xiao Le, recalled the unsettling gaze Mo Yu had given him earlier. For some reason, he felt that Xiao Ning would lose.
"Cousin Mo Yu, to be honest, I broke through to the eighth level of Dou Qi just a few days ago. If you admit defeat now and bow to me, I can overlook your earlier disrespect," Xiao Ning said confidently, his eyes gleaming with arrogance.
Mo Yu simply shook his head and replied, "No need. Let's begin."
Seeing Mo Yu's calm demeanor, Xiao Ning's anger flared. "Don't blame me for being merciless!"
With a sneer, Xiao Ning clenched his fists, and a faint Dou Qi quickly flowed through his body, amplifying his strength.
After a brief moment of silence, Xiao Ning stomped hard on the ground, launching himself at Mo Yu. As he closed the distance, he bent his palms slightly, the sharp nails on his ten fingers gleaming menacingly.
When he was just half a meter away, Xiao Ning suddenly halted and swung his right claw in a sharp arc toward Mo Yu's chest. "Yellow Rank Intermediate Fighting Skill: Claw Strike!"
The crowd gasped, shocked that Xiao Ning would use such a powerful technique right away.
The Xiao family strictly forbade heavy-handed tactics in sparring. Xiao Ning's actions were clearly against the rules, but considering his grandfather was the family elder, no one dared to speak up.
They all looked at Mo Yu with pity, certain that he would be bedridden for months after this strike.
But in the midst of the attack, Mo Yu remained calm. As Xiao Ning's claw neared, Mo Yu raised his palm leisurely, curling it slightly before releasing an incredibly powerful force, akin to a thunderclap.
At the same time, the lightning pattern on his right arm glowed brightly, like a flame igniting.
"Thunder Body!"
Under this unexpected force, Xiao Ning's expression changed drastically. His body felt as if it had been struck by a sledgehammer, sending him stumbling backward. He only stopped after being knocked out of the training ground, landing in an embarrassing heap.
"Xiao Ning, defeated!"