Mo Xin looked at that somewhat battered figure, feeling that the more she looked, the more familiar he seemed.
She frowned and racked her brains for a good while, when a flash of inspiration suddenly struck her. Wasn't this the person who had made an appointment to fight her?
"Oh! I remembered! Isn't this Wang Jingchen!"
"Ah? You actually know each other? Could it be... he is also a person from your Ability Bureau?"
Hearing this, Mo Xin lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment, ultimately still nodding gently, tacitly acknowledging the matter.
"Uh... since you know each other, should we go help?"
Stelle scratched the back of her head, truly unable to figure out how Mo Xin could know such a fellow who looked like a villain at first glance.
But then again, since they had run into him, as long as Mo Xin said a word, she could immediately pick up her bat and rush up.
Mo Xin's gaze moved almost imperceptibly, looking at Wang Jingchen, who was being suppressed to the point of having no power to counterattack.
Although she didn't have half an ounce of goodwill toward this person, she hadn't sunk so low as to take advantage of someone's precarious position or kick a man when he was down.
However...
"Rest assured, he is said to be that kind of family genius in novels! Who knows what trump card he might have hidden at the bottom of the box! Let's stay put for now and act according to circumstances!"
Hearing this, Stelle and Mo Xin exchanged a glance, reading the same slyness in each other's eyes.
The two of them tacitly hooked the corners of their lips, silently withdrew their gazes, and continued quietly watching the show.
Mo Xin (ಡ ω ಡ): 'Although it won't go as far as standing by and watching someone die, as long as I save your life at a critical moment, there is no difference.
'Furthermore, a proud genius probably wouldn't want outsiders to suddenly meddle in his battle!'
The clash between the two did not last very long.
In just a moment, Wang Jingchen was once again forced back several steps by the fierce offensive. The hem of his clothes was torn with several slits amid his staggering footsteps, and his messy hair clung to his sweat-drenched temples, making him look indescribably battered.
"Cough cough... How is this possible..."
Wang Jingchen's eyes were red as he stared fixedly at the unscathed Ye Chen in front of him, the anger in his chest almost burning him to ashes.
He really couldn't figure out why, after bitterly cultivating for many years, he couldn't even beat a brat?
The opponent clearly looked younger than him, yet that strength far surpassed his own!
How could this be?!
How could he possibly accept this?
"How is this possible! How could I possibly lose to you! What kind of sorcery on earth did you use!"
Ye Chen indifferently swept a glance across his distorted face, a trace of undisguised disdain flashing across the depths of his eyes.
"Slandering your opponent when your skills are inferior? To think you are a so-called family descendant. It truly opens one's eyes."
Wang Jingchen's face instantly turned the color of pig liver, his chest heaving violently, obviously provoked by these words into even greater anger.
Reason pulled him back at this moment. Elder Wang was not around, and he was simply no match for Ye Chen.
Strongly suppressing his surging anger, he glared fiercely at the other party, dropped a harsh word, and turned around.
"Brat, you just wait for me! Sooner or later, I will repay this hatred!"
Just as Wang Jingchen gritted his teeth and turned around, his footsteps just about to move, the calmness on Ye Chen's face suddenly faded, replaced by bone-chilling ruthlessness.
"Do you think you still have a chance to leave alive?"
"What!"
Wang Jingchen was greatly alarmed. "What do you want to do? Are you not afraid..."
"When has I, Ye Chen, ever feared anything!"
Ye Chen's voice carried a bit of arrogance, and before his voice had even fallen, his figure had already swept in front of Wang Jingchen like a ghost, his long sword unsheathed, the cold gleam pointing directly at his throat.
But just as the long sword was about to fall, Ye Chen's peripheral vision suddenly caught a glimpse of a crimson sword light flashing past his eyes from the side.
Before he could react, a graceful figure appeared out of thin air between the two. She grabbed the long sword that had just been thrown out, and taking advantage of the moment when Ye Chen's line of sight was attracted, she slashed out with both swords simultaneously.
Clang!!!
Ye Chen's expression suddenly changed, and he was knocked flying dozens of meters by a tremendous force, only managing to steady himself with difficulty.
He stared at the graceful figure in front of him, cold sweat oozing from his temples, his eyes filled with solemnity.
So strong! The speed in that split second just now was astonishingly fast. If not for the timely warning, he wouldn't have been able to react at all, and he was afraid he would have been severely injured, if not killed!
At the same time, Mo Xin stood on the spot holding both swords, her expression calm and unruffled.
Her gaze fell flatly on Ye Chen, her wrist lightly spinning as the long sword in her hand twirled out a smooth-flowing sword flower. Her robes fluttered lightly in the breeze, her temperament cold and transcendent, unexpectedly resembling a peerless sword immortal banished to the mortal world.
Immediately afterward, her voice was clear and cold, carrying unquestionable certainty.
"You cannot touch this person!"
Hearing this, Ye Chen raised his eyes to look at the woman who had steadily blocked his path to Wang Jingchen, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly, and a trace of jealousy rising in his heart.
But he did not reveal this emotion in the slightest, still maintaining that cold appearance. Only the hand holding the sword hilt quietly tightened a little more.
Only at this moment did Wang Jingchen recover from Ye Chen's fierce killing move, his back having long since been soaked in cold sweat.
Raising his eyes and seeing clearly the person blocking in front of him, his face instantly sank.
Isn't this the disciple of the person who shamelessly ambushed him back then?
Wang Jingchen subconsciously shouted angrily toward Mo Xin. "Why are you here? Stop meddling in other people's business! I don't need your help at all!"
Hearing this brain-dead speech behind her, Mo Xin couldn't help rolling her eyes heavily in her heart.
If it weren't for strictly following Master Yunli's instructions and fearing that acting rashly would bring unnecessary trouble to Captain Chen and the others, she wouldn't bother caring about this fellow's life or death!
But saving was saving. Wanting her to indulge this stinky temper? No way in hell!
Hearing this, Mo Xin moved her feet slightly, slowly turned around, and looked down condescendingly at the battered Wang Jingchen behind her, a hint of banter in the depths of her eyes.
"Oh? Is that so?" She raised her eyebrows, her tone understated. "Then I really will leave. You two, please do as you please!"
Having said that, she made a gesture to withdraw her sword and turn around.
"You?!!"
"'You' What?"
"...Nothing."
Wang Jingchen's chest heaved twice, and after all, he leaked his strength, his voice carrying a bit of gritted-teeth grievance.
He turned his face away, refusing to look at Mo Xin, but firmly remembered this scene in his heart. Today's "humiliation" would definitely be repaid in the future.
Seeing Wang Jingchen's appearance, Mo Xin, who was well-read in novels, guessed his thoughts at a glance. This fellow definitely resented even her.
She sighed inwardly, a trace of helplessness flashing through her heart. As expected, she was still not strong enough. If her strength were sufficient to crush him, why would she need to look before and after like this, afraid of causing trouble for others?
Thinking of this, Mo Xin's gaze fell back onto Ye Chen, thoughts surging in her heart.
This fellow is not simple either.
Although she hadn't intended to take the opponent's life just now, under such completely unprepared circumstances, he was actually able to react in a split second...
Mo Xin's hand holding the sword hilt tightened slightly, her eyes becoming a bit more solemn.
In her daily sparring defeats against Master Yunli, she always attributed them to Master's overwhelming strength, thinking that her losses were understandable.
Seeing it today, she really still had a long way to go.
But giving it a second thought, she couldn't help curving the corners of her lips. The only good news was that after cultivating for many days, she had finally successfully flexed.
Thinking of this, Mo Xin desperately suppressed the smile at the corners of her mouth, subconsciously straightened her back, deliberately imitating the cold and aloof temperament of her sister in her memory, slightly raising her chin, her voice lowered a bit.
"Let this matter end here. You may go!"