One uses harsh methods to destroy a flower, while another, in a fit of rage, fights for the sake of beauty.
The disciples in the audience, eager for drama, began discussing animatedly.
"Who do you think will win?"
"Is there a need to guess? Surely it'll be Young Master Shang Moyun."
Knowing the inside story, the sycophants boasted proudly, "Young Master Shang broke through to the Martial Realm Stage a month ago, and has been rigorously trained by the family since childhood. A disciple from Qingshuang Peak compared to Young Master Shang is like earth compared to the heavens."
Nearby, someone echoed, "Exactly, daring to hurt Miss Song, he deserves it!"
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In the arena.
Shang Moyun charged up with his weapon.
Slash, chop, stab, each move was ruthless and well-practiced.
These were martial arts techniques from the Shangmou Family, deeply ingrained in Shang Yanting's memory. Shang Moyun's moves instantly revealed at least three weak points.
