23: Here it comes, the classic scene!

"If you two want to fight, don't do it here. Go to the Martial Arts Training Hall in the backyard!"

Old Man Mu quickly said, seeing that the two were about to start fighting on the spot.

"My house is full of huanghuali wood! What if it gets damaged!"

"Go! This Young Miss wants to see how you cut down the Second Master of the White Tiger Hall!"

Mu Qiuqiu snorted and turned to walk towards the Martial Arts Training Hall.

"Son, go easy on her, don't actually hurt her." Chen Fugui was still a bit worried and quickly instructed him.

His son could tear a White Zombie apart with his bare hands. What if he accidentally tore Mu Qiuqiu apart?

"I know, it's just a spar."

Chen Heng followed behind Mu Qiuqiu and walked out of the main hall.

"Old Liu, prepare some wine for us old brothers. We're going to watch the show."

Old Man Mu, looking like he enjoyed a good spectacle, called out to Chen Fugui and followed them.

"No, I need to find Mr. Qiu." Mu Wanqing was still uneasy and ran off in another direction.

Martial Arts Training Hall, central arena.

Mu Qiuqiu stood in the southeast corner of the arena, glaring menacingly.

Chen Heng, on the other hand, stood in the northwest corner, surveying his surroundings.

He had to admit, the Mu Family was indeed rich.

He'd have to set up a Martial Arts Training Hall like this at home later; it would make his training much more convenient.

"You'd best not underestimate me." Mu Qiuqiu pointed her long sword directly at Chen Heng.

"Don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're handsome!"

Chen Heng ignored her, still examining the structure of the Martial Arts Training Hall.

The weapon rack was good; he also needed to learn a few more weapon techniques.

The wooden dummy was also quite good, but if he were to train with it, it would need to be replaced with steel.

"Uh, hurry up. I still need to go back and continue training after this."

Chen Heng urged Mu Qiuqiu when she still didn't make a move.

"You!" Mu Qiuqiu was almost angered to death by Chen Heng's words. She lightly tapped her foot and charged towards Chen Heng.

Chen Heng didn't even draw his black fiend blade; he simply used two fingers to clamp the long sword.

"Is that all?" Chen Heng was a bit disappointed.

"You made a lot of noise, but it turns out you're just a show-off."

"Woof..." Mu Qiuqiu pulled the sword outwards with force, but it had no effect whatsoever.

The long sword was as if welded to Chen Heng's hand, not moving an inch.

"Are you even capable?" Chen Heng lifted his black fiend blade.

"I'm going to make my move now."

Chen Heng didn't take this so-called spar seriously at all; it was just a way to find some fun in a boring conversation.

With that, Chen Heng swung the black fiend blade in his hand.

The strong wind directly blew Mu Qiuqiu away, and she landed on the ground, rolling like a gourd.

"Hahaha!" Old Man Mu, who was drinking wine nearby, burst into laughter, as if it wasn't Mu Qiuqiu who had suffered a loss, but Chen Heng.

"Qiu'er, now you know there are always people stronger than you, and there's always a higher sky, right?"

"Don't always think your talent is unparalleled. This kid is only two years older than you."

"Chen Fatty, you don't even know." Old Man Mu's topic changed, and he turned to look at Chen Fugui.

"This Little Girl always thinks she's a Genius; she's incredibly arrogant."

"It's good to find someone to teach her a lesson, otherwise she'll suffer a great loss later."

"I was wondering why you were willing to let your daughter spar with my boy." Chen Fugui picked up his wine cup and took a sip.

"So, you've been waiting for this all along."

"Hehe, thanks to your son. Later, I'll treat you to a good meal at Feiyun Tower." Old Man Mu laughed heartily, taking a delicious sip of his wine.

"Alright, it's been years since I've eaten at Feiyun Tower."

On the arena, Mu Qiuqiu's face was flushed red, and she was still bickering with Chen Heng.

"Still not admitting defeat?" Chen Heng raised an eyebrow.

"I won't!" Mu Qiuqiu seemed possessed, actually trying to bite Chen Heng directly.

"First Form, Tiger Roar!" Chen Heng didn't have much patience to play with her anymore and decided to end this farce directly.

The roar of a fierce tiger echoed throughout the entire Martial Arts Training Hall.

Everyone, including Chen Fugui and Old Man Mu, was stunned by this Tiger Roar, standing frozen on the spot.

Mu Qiuqiu, who faced the Tiger Roar directly, collapsed onto the ground, with clear liquid slowly flowing from her lower body.

She was actually so scared that she peed herself from Chen Heng's move!

"Oh my god, you scared me to death..." Old Man Mu's wine cup was a little unsteady in his hand, and he quickly patted his chest to calm himself.

"Stop watching the show, quickly take the Young Miss down to change her clothes!"

"Aren't you ashamed!"

The Maidservants heard this and quickly carried Mu Qiuqiu down from the arena.

"A grown man bullying a Little Girl, how shameless!"

Just as everyone thought things had settled down, a handsome man walked into the Martial Arts Training Hall.

"What are you?" Chen Heng looked the man up and down, frowning slightly.

"Mr. Qiu." Old Man Mu saw the man walk in and quickly put down his wine cup to greet him.

"Why are you here?"

"I heard from Qing'er that someone was sparring with the Young Miss, but I didn't expect him to be such a shameless scoundrel!"

Mr. Qiu glared angrily at Chen Heng, looking disgustingly like a righteous hero.

"You have the guts to bully a Little Girl, but I wonder if you have the guts to spar with me?"

With that, Mr. Qiu drew the long sword from his waist and jumped onto the arena.

"Is there something wrong with your brain?" Chen Heng asked directly, without any pretense.

"Are you like an idiot?"

"What the hell does our spar have to do with you?"

Chen Heng didn't humor him at all, and a series of 'friendly' greetings directly silenced Mr. Qiu.

"I am her Master! My disciple was bullied, so can her Master only watch and do nothing?" Mr. Qiu's veins bulged on his forehead; he had never heard such unpleasant words!

"So, it turns out the elder came after the younger was dealt with." Chen Heng nodded; it was a classic scenario.

"If you're not convinced, let's spar." Chen Heng pointed the black fiend blade in his hand at Mr. Qiu, not taking him seriously at all.

"Good, good, good! You asked for this!" Mr. Qiu's current state could be described in four words:

He was enraged by shame.

He, a dignified expert of internal strength, was a honored guest in the Mu Family.

Moreover, he was the Master of the Mu Family's Young Miss.

Today, he was actually looked down upon by some unknown wild boy.

"Insolent boy!" Mr. Qiu roared angrily, clearly furious.

"Mr. Qiu, calm down, this is my old friend's son." Old Man Mu quickly came forward to mediate.

He and Chen Fugui had a very good relationship, almost like brothers.

But he couldn't afford to offend Mr. Qiu either.

An expert of internal strength was already a top-tier expert in Qiyang City, and their family had spent a fortune to keep Mr. Qiu!

"Chen Fatty, you also come and persuade him!" Seeing that Mr. Qiu ignored him, Old Man Mu quickly switched targets.

"What if Mr. Qiu can't control his strength and injures Chen Heng?"

"I think it's fine." Chen Fugui picked up his wine cup and took a small sip.

"I don't think Mr. Qiu will be stronger than a zombie."

"Zombie?" Old Man Mu was stunned for a moment, looking at the young man on the arena with a bewildered expression.

"Yes, didn't I tell you?" Chen Fugui calmly put down his wine cup.

"The only reason I was able to escape from Fulai County alive was because of my son."

"Even Cool Daoist of Ghost Corpse Temple is no match for my son, so what is Mr. Qiu?"