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Chapter 596 Mo Sijin, Has Your Second Uncle Taken the Wrong Medicine?

"It seems that Master Ruoxu's martial arts skills have improved considerably since I first met her."

Mo Sijin frowned slightly and muttered to herself.

"Her swordplay is ruthless and fierce, carrying a murderous aura, and her gaze is too cold. If you encounter her, it will probably be a tough battle."

"Hmph, no matter how high her martial arts skills are, she is no match for me."

Upon hearing this, Yuwen Yi couldn't help but sneer.

"Anyway, I'm determined to be number one in the top three!"

"Ha! You've got quite the nerve! How come I didn't know that your Flying Cloud Manor had become the head of the three upper sects?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a sarcastic, mocking voice came from the side.

Mo Yutian glanced sideways at Yuwen Yi, a mocking smile playing on his lips, as if he wanted to have the word "disdain" etched onto his face.

"Whether my Flying Cloud Manor is the top of the three upper sects is another matter! But dealing with a spineless coward like you, who can't even beat my Uncle Cheng, is more than enough!"

Yuwen Yi raised an eyebrow and retorted defiantly, his neck stiff.

"Mo Yutian, you better pray you don't run into me on the stage, or I'll beat you to a pulp!"

Mo Yutian's face darkened, a sinister glint flashed in his eyes, his fist clenched with a "crack" sound, and he let out a cold snort.

"Hmph! You little brat, things are different now! I advise you not to make any promises you can't keep! Otherwise, you'll be embarrassed and have nowhere to cry later!"

Without waiting for Yuwen Yi's reply, the other party turned away with a flick of his sleeve.

"You're a sly old fox, has your second uncle taken the wrong medicine?"

Watching Mo Yutian's arrogant departure, Yuwen Yi stroked his chin and looked at Mo Sijin beside him with a puzzled expression.

"With his skills, he actually dares to challenge me like this?"

Mo Sijin frowned slightly and pondered for a moment,

"My second uncle, though flamboyant, is not one to speak without purpose. In today's competition, he and my third uncle did perform remarkably well, winning cleanly and decisively over several rounds. Their skills seem to have improved significantly compared to the past. If this momentum continues, they might... actually make it into the final competition."

Upon hearing this, Yuwen Yi curled his lip in disdain and waved his hand dismissively.

"Tch! Who cares what kind of magic pills they've taken or what kind of evil techniques they've mastered! If one comes, I'll take it on! If two come, I'll take them both on!"

Thus, the first day of the martial arts tournament slowly came to a close amidst the exciting, bizarre, and fiery contests from all sides.

As night fell, bonfires flickered at the foot of Zixiao Temple, and the air was filled with the sounds of people, making it even more lively than during the day.

After a day of fierce fighting, people sat around the campfire, and the most talked-about topic was not the masters who had overcome all obstacles, but rather the one-punch hero, Bai Dazhuang.

"Hey, what's up with that Bai Dazhuang guy? He's so weird!"

A man took a sip of his drink, lowered his voice, and asked, his eyes full of apprehension.

"That's right! Hu Biao and Qin Yue, aren't they both well-known tough guys in the underworld? In the end, they didn't even get a touch on his clothes before one of them was knocked unconscious and the other collapsed to the ground vomiting blood!"

Another person chimed in, their face filled with disbelief.

"I think this person is definitely hiding his true abilities. He may have practiced some insidious and evil martial arts that can kill people without them even realizing it!"

Some guessed that there was a hint of fear in his tone.

"From now on, if you run into any of their members from the People's Protection League, you'd better go out of your way and be careful..."

The way everyone spoke had taken on a fearful tone, and their initial disdain had been replaced by deep respect.

Amidst these discussions, there were also some excited and secretive whispers.

"Brother, how are you feeling today? Did that medicine work?"

A lean man approached his companion and asked with shining eyes.

"Hey! Amazing! That 'Ascension Pill' truly lives up to its name! After taking it, I felt full of energy, my internal strength surging endlessly, at least 30% stronger than usual! Opponents who usually take a lot of effort to defeat were taken care of in just a few punches and kicks today!"

His companion replied excitedly in a low voice, his tone filled with ecstasy.

"Really? I bought three too! I'm going to try them out during the competition tomorrow!"

"This medicine is incredibly effective! Why didn't I buy more back then!"

Although these discussions about "Dengtian Pill" were not loud, they did not escape the ears of those who were interested.

Several members from the Middle Sixth Gate and the Lower Nineth Gang, who were responsible for gathering information, happened to overhear these conversations.

A thought struck them, realizing this might be crucial news concerning the rise and fall of their sects. Without hesitation, they turned and hurried back to their respective sects' courtyards, reporting the news overnight to their sect leaders or clan chiefs that "a mysterious elixir called 'Ascending Heaven Pill,' capable of temporarily boosting cultivation, had appeared at the foot of the mountain."

The atmosphere was particularly heavy in the Iron Palm Sect's courtyard, where they had once fought over Bai Yue's Nine Yang Meridian.

After Tie Rui's death, his younger brother Tie Feng succeeded him as the gang leader. However, their Iron Palm Gang suffered too many losses at the time and was about to be squeezed out of the ranks of the Nine Gates.

"Damn it! How could we, the Iron Master Sect, have to miss out on such a great opportunity!"

After listening to his disciple's report, Tie Feng was filled with frustration and resentment.

"If we had this medicine earlier, our disciples wouldn't have lost so badly in today's competition."

He looked around the room, where there were only a handful of disciples, some of whom were injured, and his eyes were filled with anxiety.

"Our Iron Palm Sect is now in dire straits! If we cannot achieve something at this martial arts tournament, restore our prestige, and attract disciples to join us, I fear... I fear..."

Just as Tie Feng was pacing back and forth in great anxiety, and the room was filled with gloom, a strange laugh, like the cry of an owl, suddenly rang out from the corner.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Everyone was startled and looked up abruptly, only to find that there was another person there at some unknown time!

The other person was wearing a large black robe, the hem of which trailed on the ground, covering their feet.

Most chillingly, he wore a bizarre mask depicting a sorrowful, weeping expression. The tear stains on the mask were so lifelike that they appeared particularly sinister and terrifying under the dim light of the oil lamp, like a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell.

The person wearing the crying mask spoke slowly in a hoarse, unpleasant voice, like sandpaper being rubbed.

"Tenten Maru...you want it? What a coincidence...I happen to have plenty here."

As he spoke, the other person pulled out an oil paper package.

"Taking one pill can increase your internal strength by a year's worth of arduous training; taking two pills can be equivalent to five years' worth of effort; and taking three pills..."