Chapter 625: Rumors

Past Life!
Happy had entered the Heavenly Demon Cave many times and was well-accustomed to everything within it. Among all things, apart from the resources in the cave, what impressed him the most was the strength of Xing Wucui, the Thunder-Clawed Hand. A master at the peak of the Wuwei realm, he was just one step away from reaching the Mythical realm and was also one of the vice leaders of the Heavenly Demon Sect. As a vice leader, he was more than enough to defend the sect, deterring any who dared invade…

However, Happy knew of a fatal weakness in him. All the sect elders would ring the golden bell to call for reinforcements after failing to defeat an intruder, but Xing Wucui would never ring it, no matter what!

So, when Happy saw Elder Xing, he showed not the slightest hint of fear or tension. Calmly, he killed the fourth elder and, taking advantage of the slight advantage gained from fighting Xing Wucui, rushed onto the roof.

Huh!

Xing Wucui had fully shifted his attention from Mo Mo to Happy. He chased up to the roof, facing each other across the golden bell, their gazes blazing with fury!

“If I can’t kill you within a hundred moves, I, Xing Wucui, will never interfere in worldly affairs again!” The earlier attack clearly shocked Elder Xing greatly. With a icy expression, he spat out these harsh words. With his hands behind his back, his feet slowly rose into the air, adopting a dominant stance once again.

“…”

Standing 50 meters away, Happy stood unafraid, his expression calm as he stared at the increasingly formidable Xing Wucui. Slowly, he spoke, “Go ahead and attack.” People from the sect were known for their fickleness. Happy knew that if he really made the hundred moves a prerequisite for victory, his chances of losing would be high.

Since the system hadn’t given any warning, it meant these were just casual words—no need to take them seriously.

Crack!

With a sharp sound, cracks appeared on the glazed tiles beneath his feet. Happy frowned slightly, ignoring the pressure exerted by Xing Wucui across from him, and said calmly, “If you get so easily angered, you probably won’t even be able to grab my sleeve within a hundred moves.”

Before his words faded, Xing Wucui let out a cold snort!

Boom!!!

On the roof, as a surge of hidden energy erupted, countless tiles flew outward. Amid the sharp sounds of them slicing through the air, a dazzling wave surged forward from Happy’s front, dense and overwhelming!

Whoosh!!!

At the same time, Xing Wucui’s body and voice disappeared from their original position…

This time, he seemed to have learned his lesson. Knowing his opponent’s extraordinary senses, he deliberately created such a commotion to conceal his true intentions.

This move could be considered the ultimate trump card against the people in this world at the moment—no one could possibly avoid both the direct assault and Xing Wucui’s astonishingly fast attacks simultaneously.
But sadly…
Xing Wucui was facing Kai Xin.
And it was Kai Xin, who possessed the “Jiuyang Divine Skill” and the “True Dragon Ten Styles.”
These four supreme techniques had already raised Kai Xin’s strength to the peak level of his past life, even slightly beyond it. Sensing Xing Wucui’s disappearance, Kai Xin instinctively locked onto his movement path and rushed forward like lightning, heading straight into the onslaught of glass tiles.
Xing Wucui was overjoyed at this sight.
As Kai Xin rushed toward the countless glass tiles like a sky canopy, he emerged from behind him like a ghost, his right hand forming a claw as he mercilessly slashed at Kai Xin’s side neck.
Swish!
The Dragon Form worked again!
Having narrowly avoided Xing Wucui’s attack, Kai Xin laughed heartily, spun around behind Xing Wucui, and formed a claw with one hand…
Xing Wucui was shocked. Just as he tried to react, his arm was swiftly grabbed, causing the energy in his dantian to go numb for a moment, freezing his body.
In that instant of stillness, the glass tile canopy he had created suddenly appeared in front of him.
The attack meant for Kai Xin was now absorbed entirely by Xing Wucui himself. The sound of the tiles crashing against his protective energy field echoed continuously.
If it had been a strike from an ordinary expert at the Wuwei realm, Xing Wucui wouldn’t have been in such trouble. But the hidden energy from his own hand carried the killing power of a peak Wuwei expert, dealing a severe blow to his protective energy field. In his fury, Kai Xin quickly changed his claw into a finger and delivered another strike.
His protective energy field, as if bearing the combined force of him and Kai Xin, trembled violently and was on the verge of collapsing.
“Sly brat!”
Fueled by rage, Xing Wucui and Kai Xin exchanged dozens of blows in an instant.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
“Elder of the Demon Sect, you talk big, but your strength is nothing!”
Kai Xin was deliberately provoking him!
In the air, their fists and feet clashed—one wielding the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, the other a peak Wuwei expert. With each collision, destructive aftershocks followed. The once magnificent palace was severely damaged by the intense force of their clashes—the roof completely collapsed, leaving not a single tile intact. Even some of the supposedly very strong beams were shattered into several pieces, creating a horrifying sight.
The fierce gusts of wind kept sweeping through, and Xing Wucui didnu even notice that when the golden bell was blown away by the wind, Mo Mo, Mei Ying, Wu Kuo, and the others who were watching carefully caught it and placed it gently on the ground.

After dealing with the nearby disciples of the demonic sect, the six of them fell silent simultaneously. Standing far outside the combat circle, they watched intently the two fighters locked in a fierce battle.
“Mo Mo.”
After observing for some time, Mei Ying suddenly spoke, her voice clear and pleasant yet tinged with a hint of melancholy. “Now I understand why Happy is valued by an emperor and even regarded as a formidable rival in his life… He is indeed much stronger than Zhou Yu.”
“Zhou Yu…”
Mo Mo gave Mei Ying a brief glance, showing no desire to converse. In her eyes, Zhou Yu was merely someone with better martial skills; in terms of strength, he was just an ordinary top expert among top-tier gangs—nothing extraordinary.
“Throughout the martial world, there is only one person who can be considered Happy’s rival…”
Perhaps to consider Mei Ying and the others’ feelings, Mo Mo paused for a while before adding proudly, “But not necessarily in the future!”
Mei Ying’s words made Mo Mo snort slightly, but she still couldn’t help but perk up her ears. The former continued, “It is said that abroad, there are a group of people from wealthy families who are doing well there. Among them are martial arts experts from Chinatowns in the United States, martial arts coaches from various countries, and some disciples from noble families…” At this point, Mei Ying showed a thoughtful expression. “These people settled abroad many years ago and have varying degrees of influence there. The emergence of ‘The Martial World’ has given them an opportunity. I heard that several foreign experts are preparing to return to China, crossing the ocean to challenge the local masters.”
“…I’ve heard of that too. It seems that in some small Thai countries along the southwestern border, a group of boxers are causing quite a stir. They’re already planning to challenge the masters from the Central Plains, and among them, there are indeed a few quite skilled!”