Chapter 148: Shizun, A Natural Tease

Mo Ran was taken aback; he had never thought Chu Wanning would come swinging at him and he quickly dodged as the tip of the sword brushed past his chest.

"If shizun wanted to spar with me, at least try the outfit first beforehand.

Uncle is still waiting to hear back from me."

"Spar first, clothes after." "Uncle is in a rush, the tailor is still at the palace, if there's anywhere that doesn't fit right it'll need to be fixed." "Then come at me." "..." This was something Chu Wanning and Mo Ran were rather alike, both of them were people who once the desire to fight rose it'd be hard to squash. In between the time the two spent talking, the longsword had already struck at a number of Mo Ran's vital points, and it was thanks to Mo Ran's relentless training that he was able to dodge in time. Otherwise, he'd be okay but a thousand holes probably would've been pierced by Chu Wanning.

The body of the sword forcefully tapped on the tip of Mo Ran's shoulder, but Chu Wanning held back in time and only struck him with the side of the blade.

He provoked with a jeer, "Mo-zongshi, is that the best you've got?" Being cornered by this man and nowhere to put down the clothes in his hands, Mo Ran smiled miserably, "Shizun doesn't plan on going easy on me anymore, and wants to bully me instead?"  Chu Wanning's gaze was as piercing as the blade, and his sharp brows furrow slightly, "Did you think I would go easy on you forever?" "Haha, that's true." "...Are we doing this or not?" "Ok ok ok, I'll fight, I'll fight alright?" Mo Ran chuckled and shook his head,

then a light flared from the tip of his finger, "Jiangui, come!" Jiangui answered the call and emerged, but since Chu Wanning was holding a mere ordinary weapon, Mo Ran didn't inject any spiritual powers into Jiangui.

He had only just gripped the willow vine when the sword came striking again down his front. Mo Ran jerked a few steps back then suddenly whipped out the willow whip, and it wrapped around the hilt of Chu Wanning's sword. Chu Wanning didn't care however, and he tugged with a twist of his wrist, pulling free of the bind, his form devilishly fast as he flashed behind Mo Ran. The long blade snapped back and was pressed against Mo Ran's neck from behind his head.

Chu Wanning was pinned behind him, somewhat gloomy, "You weren't concentrating. Again." His soft and warm breath brushed against the tip of Mo Ran's ear, and a sudden wave of heat surged up in Mo Ran's chest. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down against the blade, then he chuckled darkly, "Shizun, don't be so sure so soon. Look carefully. Was I really not concentrating?" At his words, Chu Wanning was suddenly shocked to realize that somehow,

Mo Ran's willow vine had already wrapped itself around his arm, and had restrained him firmly on the spot without the ability to move a single limb.

Chu Wanning stared at his own arm for a moment, then all of a sudden and sharp light flashed from his eyes.

"Hm? Not bad, I take my words back." Mo Ran grinned, "You can't take it back just like that?"

"What do you want then?"

"I want shizun to go change." Chu Wanning humphed, "...Maybe when the winner's determined." As he spoke, he injected his own fierce spiritual powers into his right arm,

and Jiangui was forcibly driven back. Then with a violent tug, he pulled some distance away from Mo Ran while at the same time, the glint of a sword flashed past, and the aura of the sword was roused as it slashed towards Mo Ran.

Mo Ran had no choice but to raise the whip to go against the attack, and for a time, the willow vine and the sword clashed soundly in the air. Neither of the weapons were fed spiritual powers, so there was none of the majestic sight of sparks from the clashing of spiritual current, yet every move was a pinnacle move, flowing as smoothly as water, and one of Mo Ran's arms still held the formal robes that Chu Wanning was to try. And so, Chu Wanning also kept to using only his right hand to spar, and in the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged hundreds of moves, unexpectedly matched in strength, difficult to tell who was the superior.

Chu Wanning's breath was labored; a drop of hot sweat dripped down from his ink-black, sharp brow and came down straight for the eye. However, he was in the middle of competing with Mo Ran, not to be distracted for even a second,

and so that drop of sweat penetrated through his lashes and seeped into the corner of his eye. Amazingly, he endured it and did not blink, his pair of eyes blazing as brightly as fire in the night, flashing with a terrible gleam.

Beidou-xianzun's combative nature was thoroughly incited by his own disciple. He had always enjoyed a good, hearty fight and competition, and he only appeared so cold and aloof because a good match was hard to come by.

However, Mo Ran was like a torch, roaring as this pool of hard liquor called Chu Wanning was set ablaze, instantly lighting up the infinite skies.

Towards the end of the fight, the longsword surprisingly let out an ominous crackling sound because it was unable to withstand the high pressured attacks,

and in the end, as the two lunged at each other in midair, it groaned and shattered into thousands of crystal fragments between the two great zongshi's.

"Even the sword is broken now," Mo Ran said exasperatedly, "Are we gonna keep going?" There was nothing but the entwining smoke of ignited beacons in Chu Wanning's eyes, and he tossed the hilt aside, his white robes slightly opened,

further outlining his tall and straight form. He said simply and emphatically, "Yes."     "..." Before Mo Ran had the time to put Jiangui away, Chu Wanning had already come lunging straight for Mo Ran, his form keen like pulling a bow full taut and shooting an arrow, but also like the preying leopard in the jungle, the hawk within the snowstorm. Mo Ran hastily withdrew Jiangui and raised and crossed his arms to block. The two then engaged in a new method of fighting to be top,

fighting so hard they loathed to part from one another.

  Close hand-to-hand combat was different than a battle of weapons;

oftentimes those who were bigger in build could more easily get the upper hand,

nevermind that Chu Wanning and Mo Ran were already pretty evenly matched in skills, so in this round, Chu Wanning obviously got the short end of the stick.

Mo Ran chuckled, "Shizun, stop now. If you don't use your spiritual powers, then honestly, you can't beat me."

Chu Wanning was furious, "You arrogant, unruly disciple!"

"Not at all, not at all, if shizun is mad, I can yield ten moves to shizun." "MO WEIYU!" Chu Wanning flew into a rage from the humiliation, and his fists and kicks became faster and more aggressive.

A whirl of haitang petals fell in succession, soft like snowflakes blown by the wind. Beneath the tree, the two master and disciple attacked each other relentlessly with roundhouse kicks, using every technique they knew. Another eighty some rounds later, Chu Wanning gradually felt his strength sapping—— He had already practiced the sword for an hour before Mo Ran came, then later fought with Mo Ran for over a hundred rounds using a weapon, so he really was already very tired.

However, his eyes were bright, and his heart was racing too. His handsome face showed nothing but spirit and light.

The more they fought the more entangled they became, and the wrestle for dominance was locked in stalemate. All of a sudden, Chu Wanning shifted and used his elbow to strike at Mo Ran's ribs, but he was caught by Mo Ran.

The two pressed against each other, both their arms shaking…

Chu Wanning's arms were gripped so tightly by Mo Ran that it felt as if the rough and long fingers were going to crush him, crush him to the bones.

Mo Ran's beastly nature and the desire to conquer were also beginning to burn in this tussle between the bodies. He suddenly exerted force, and finally restrained Chu Wanning's spiritual powers, then all of a sudden he turned his hand—— Chu Wanning jerked in shock, but before he realized it he was already firmly reined in Mo Ran's sweat-soaked embrace.

"Are we gonna keep going?" Behind him, Mo Ran's voice carried a smile,

and his back was firmly pressed against Mo Ran's broad chest. His heart thumped; the chest of this young man was as scalding as fire, as firm as iron,

just like the molten lava, trying to swallow him whole, melt him. Mo Ran's lips were pressed by the back of his ear, the heated breath exhaled from his mouth was spilled all over his naked nape, and since Chu Wanning had up a high hairdo, there was no hair obstructing the way, making him feel more keenly this terrifying, beastly breath, this male scent that was practically going to rip him apart like this.

Because of the sweat, in that violence there was the stickiness of entanglement, as wet as lust…

"Shizun, are we going to keep going?" "..." Chu Wanning bit down hard on his bottom lip as scarlet red crawled up those phoenix eyes.

Fuck, he refuse to give in!

He was about to fight back when Mo Ran's lips suddenly pushed down in this moment, and seemingly a coincidence, those lips rubbed faintly past the tip of his ear, and that rough and hot feeling made Chu Wanning erupt in goosebumps, his hairs raised down his back, and he clenched his teeth, "Let me go!" While his words were aggressive, his body was softly trembling uncontrollably in Mo Ran's arms, and fortunately, because the sparring drained him, Mo Ran couldn't tell why exactly he was shaking. And the truth was, Mo Ran was barely able to keep himself in check, so he didn't have the mind at all to notice anything amiss with Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning heard him open his mouth, his voice dark and cracked, much like the sound of thick affection with a teasing light chuckle, "When I let go, will shizun return to the room to change then?" Chu Wanning's phoenix eyes reddened from this stimulation, and he exclaimed furiously, "...Let go!" His shying away only brought on a harder grip from the other, an even rougher clamp down, so much that Chu Wanning's arm was going to be dislocated. His body fell pliant, and in this position, in spite of himself, he accidentally let out a hoarse, soft moan.

This sounded too much like the moaning in bed, and Mo Ran froze violently,

his lower regions immediately reacting. His and Chu Wanning's bodies were firmly pressed together right now, he was terrified shizun could instantly notice his hot and stiff erection. As if Mo Ran dared let Chu Wanning find out! He pushed Chu Wanning away almost in pure instinct, no longer daring to suppress the other from behind like that.

It was in that split second when Mo Ran dropped his hands that Chu Wanning broke free and stood there raging while holding the arm that was in pain from the grip. He whipped his head around and gave a hard, violent kick,

using all of his strength, and sent the unsuspecting Mo Ran to the ground. Mo Ran wasn't expecting this guy to suddenly kick back and was completely stunned, lying there on the ground feeling as if his ribs were broken, and he frowned in pain.

"Shizun, that was…" That win was a little dirty.

But he didn't dare say that out loud. Mo Ran arduously squinted the eyes that were now watery from the pain, trying his best to raise his head to look at Chu Wanning.

What he saw was his shizun with his inner robes in disarray, the white silk collar pulled open widely from the aggressive tussling, revealing a field of firm and smooth chest, rising up and down from the gasping breaths. Panting, Chu Wanning yanked close the disordered lapels, the hairs around his forehead scattered, the hairs around his face loose, and because the match was so intense, the corners of his eyes were still laced with a little bit of red.

Chu Wanning slowly straightened, then glared down at him from above, his chin slightly raised, his eyes burning darkly, mighty and proud.

Once his breathing calmed, he said, "You've lost. It didn't matter if you're tall." Feeling conflicted, when Mo Ran spoke, there were even bits of blood bubbling up to the corners of his mouth still, "Yea, I've lost, haven't I? Even my bones are going to break from shizun's kicks." "..." At his words, Chu Wanning felt a little guilty. He was so into fighting just now, he didn't remember whether he held back in that last kick. He went over and bent down, prodded Mo Ran's ribs and asked, "Where did I kick you?" "Here…" "Does it hurt?" "..." Of course it hurt, but he wasn't some fifteen, sixteen year old teenager now, what form is there to cry ouch to shizun?

Chu Wanning noticed his face was somewhat ashen, so he reached out to take that set of clothes while his other hand strained, thinking of pulling Mo Ran up to assist him. Yet it never came to him that his own energy was too overly drained, and Mo Ran was both heavy and big, so he didn't succeed in pulling the man up, and instead, he fell on top of Mo Ran. He heard the man under him let out a muffled, pained humph and quickly sat up. Without thinking too much, he went to check on Mo Ran's condition.

"Are you alright?" Chu Wanning's face paled.

Mo Ran's brows were furrowed, and put his hand over his eyes, "Move off of me first." Thank goodness, he could still speak, so it didn't seem he was crushed to death.

Chu Wanning immediately tried to get up, but someone who was totally spent often wasn't able to get up so quickly once they fell, their legs were actually limp, and oftentimes not too stable. He didn't manage to stand, and fell back in a bit of a fluster.

This fall really didn't land in the greatest of places. It was right on Mo Ran's lap. Chu Wanning didn't notice at first, but he was presently dressed very little,

there was only a thin layer of silk fabric, and this position was so awkward that the moment he moved, he instantly felt something big and hard press on him from below like a sword pulled at the ready.

Author's Notes:

Mini Theatre: Mo Ran's Way of Playing Cute Chu Wanning: Come, let's spar.

Mo Ran 1.0: nope nope, I can't beat shizun, even if shizun gives me 10 moves head start I still can't beat shizun QAQ Chu Wanning: Come, let's spar.

Mo Ran 2.0: What happens if I lose? If I lose then let me take good care of shizun? ^_^ Chu Wanning: Come, let's spar.

Mo Ran 0.5: (Pondering look) You still have the energy to fight? Yesterday,

have I not… bullied you enough?