Baji Quan!
"Oh, I didn't expect anyone to recognize this old man on our first meeting. You, Master, are quite interesting."
The old man scrutinized Mo Shuying for a few moments, then offered a favorable assessment.
The old man's words weren't just because Mo Shuying recognized him; it was also because he could feel the explosive, volcanic power within Mo Shuying's body. This reminded him of his own younger days, though he wasn't quite as strong then, physically speaking.
"Since you're here, old man, I'll find a place to tell you what's going on."
The summoning was over; next was to inform him of the current situation. The official Singularity adventure would begin soon.
"Hmm, you're the Master, so you decide."
The old man didn't refuse, following Mo Shuying with a smile. Merlin, not far away, gaped, his eyes conveying a clear "I was here first" expression.
"Who is this old man, anyway? The Master is so polite to him, but so cold to me!"
Merlin couldn't understand. They were all Servants, so why was the Master's attitude so different? How was he supposed to increase their bond level like this?!
Meanwhile, in a tearoom, Mo Shuying explained the situation to the old man, who listened with some surprise. Was the situation here a bit beyond his scope?
"It seems quite troublesome, but this old man will certainly do his best. Although the Master recognized me, as a Servant, I should still introduce myself."
The old man rose and cupped his fist.
"This old man is Li Shuwen. I have been summoned this time in the Class of Assassin. I have no special skills, only my fists. Though merely a mortal, I am willing to pave the way for the Master. If there are strong enemies, you may leave them to me, for in my entire life, this old man has never tasted defeat."
Assassin Li Shuwen, though elderly, spoke with a sharp edge that was in no way inferior to anyone.
His confidence, unmatched in the world, was defended with his fists.
"Hearing that sets my mind at ease, old man. This junior, Mo Shuying, also uses his fists and, like you, comes from an ancient Eastern country. We may have to adventure across various eras and places around the world from now on, and I hope to uphold the name of Huaxia with my fists."
Mo Shuying rose and cupped his fist. A smile played on Li Shuwen's lips.
"I can feel that your strength is formidable, and there's a rebellious spirit in your fists. You're a good boxer. I wonder, Master, if you would do me the honor of a spar? Just to satisfy this old man's curiosity."
Li Shuwen actually suggested sparring with Mo Shuying.
Mo Shuying's eyes lit up, and he naturally agreed.
"Alright! Please, old man, enlighten me!"
Ten minutes later, two people stood in the boxing ring at Chaldea.
Mo Shuying was on the left, Li Shuwen on the right, and spectators had already gathered around.
"What? Isn't Mr. Mo bullying an old man? He's so strong, and that old man looks so thin and frail. He probably wouldn't get up even if he took a punch worth eighty thousand."
Someone muttered. His companion beside him glanced at him and said,
"Didn't you come to the summoning ritual earlier?"
"Ah, I was in the restroom. When I came back, it seemed to be over."
"No wonder. Let me tell you, don't underestimate that old man. He's a Heroic Spirit who was summoned. His strength must be immense. It's hard to say who will win or lose this fight."
"Ah! Is that so! Quick, quick, quick! Get the popcorn! This is definitely going to be a big fight!"
"..."
The atmosphere below the ring gradually heated up. Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mash, and Merlin all came to watch from a distance.
In the ring.
Mo Shuying stretched, taking this spar very seriously. His opponent was a grandmaster of Baji Quan, arguably at the pinnacle of martial arts proficiency. For him, sparring with such an expert was a rare opportunity.
"Old man, it's about to begin."
Mo Shuying said. Li Shuwen, across from him, had his hands clasped behind his back and hadn't even removed his sunglasses. He nodded, signaling Mo Shuying to attack.
And so!
"Come on!"
Mo Shuying retracted both fists to his ribs and lunged forward in one swift motion!
He moved like a cannonball, incredibly fast! In an instant, he was before Li Shuwen, his left fist slamming out!
"*Overwhelming Might!*"
Mo Shuying's punch was heavier than a thousand pounds! The current Mo Shuying could easily split mountains and shatter rocks with sheer power alone.
However, Li Shuwen simply waved his hand, precisely striking the inside of Mo Shuying's wrist, directly deflecting Mo Shuying's left arm!
But Overwhelming Might was a two-fisted attack, and with the passive effect of Battlefield Valor, Mo Shuying's right fist, moving at eight times speed, instantly became a blur, smashing towards Li Shuwen's face!
"Hmm?"
Li Shuwen's eyes lit up, showing a hint of approval.
Yet, he still simply raised his hand and flicked it.
"*Slap!*"
Mo Shuying's lightning-fast punch was deflected again. Immediately after, Li Shuwen extended his right hand. It seemed slow, yet it landed incredibly fast on Mo Shuying's chest.
"*Crack!*"
"*Thud!*"
With an explosive bang, Mo Shuying was sent flying backward! He flew over the ring and past the ropes. Before the audience could even fully grasp what had happened, Mo Shuying twisted in mid-air and landed heavily.
"Bang!"
Mo Shuying's expression was grim. He touched his chest; it didn't actually hurt. The old man hadn't used his full strength, not even piercing Mo Shuying's armor.
But what was this feeling of powerlessness?
He used to crush opponents with brute force, but now he had lost due to skill.
Although Mo Shuying could currently release Holy Sword to pulverize his opponent, ignoring any technique, that would be too complete a defeat.
"Amazing, truly worthy of a grandmaster. Old man, I'm impressed," Mo Shuying said with a laugh.
The old man in the ring stood with his hands behind his back, concealing the external injuries caused by Thornmail's recoil, and nodded seriously.
"Not bad. Your boxing is actually quite good, but it's too broad and open. When you threw your second punch, I had at least thirteen ways to counter and kill you. You still need a lot more practice."
If anyone else said that, it might seem like bragging, but coming from the old man, it was highly credible.
"Well, I haven't really formally studied any boxing, so…" Mo Shuying scratched his head. He truly hadn't studied any specific boxing styles.
"Oh? I thought you had a master. Since you don't, would you like to learn boxing from me?" Li Shuwen's eyes lit up. He knew Mo Shuying was a talented prospect for boxing.
"Huh? Really?"
"Of course! My last closed-door disciple, do you want to be him?"
"Yes! Master, please accept your disciple's bow!"
Mo Shuying clasped his hands and bowed deeply, while Li Shuwen on the stage burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! Excellent! Excellent! I never thought I'd be able to take on another disciple after I died. This is wonderful. Come on, disciple, today your master will explain to you what Baji Quan truly is!"
Li Shuwen leaped off the stage, covering a distance of over ten meters as lightly as a feather. He then walked out of the room with Mo Shuying, leaving behind a group of stunned spectators.
"What just happened?"
"No idea."
"I watched all that for nothing!"
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