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Chapter 148: Master is Naturally Flirtatious
Mo Ran was startled; he hadn't expected this move and hastily dodged. The sword tip grazed across his chest.
"Master wants to spar with me? At least try on the clothes first. Uncle is still waiting for my reply."
"Spar first, then try on the clothes."
"Uncle is getting impatient, and the tailor is still in the hall. If there's anything wrong, it needs to be adjusted."
"Then let's quickly exchange moves."
"..."
In this aspect, Chu Wanning and Xue Meng were very similar. Once they had the urge to compete, it was extremely difficult to suppress it. As the two exchanged words, Chu Wanning's long sword had already slashed past several of Mo Ran's vital points. Thanks to Mo Ran's extensive training and quick reflexes, he managed to avoid injury, though his clothes might have been pierced by Chu Wanning's blade.
Abruptly, the sword tip struck Mo Ran's shoulder. Chu Wanning pulled back his strike, using only the side of the blade to tap him, taunting coldly, "Is that all you've got, Grandmaster Mo?"
Cornered by this person, Mo Ran had no choice but to smile bitterly, holding the clothes awkwardly. "Master doesn't plan on giving me any leeway now, but instead bullying me?"
Chu Wanning's eyes were as sharp as daggers, his sword-like brows slightly knitted. "Do you truly expect me to indulge you for a lifetime?"
"Haha, that's indeed true."
"…Will you fight or not?"
"Very well, very well, I'll do it, alright?" Mo Ran chuckled, shaking his head. Flame danced at the tips of his fingers. "Devils, come forth!"
With a spectral cry, the ghost appeared, but as Chu Wanning held only a common weapon, Mo Ran refrained from infusing spiritual energy into it. As he grasped the willow vine, another sword strike came from the front. Mo Ran retreated a few feet and swiftly lashed out with the vine whip, coiling around Chu Wanning's sword hilt. However, Chu Wanning showed no concern, jerking his wrist to break free from the constraint. Like a ghost, he swiftly darted behind Mo Ran, his long blade crossing horizontally to press against the latter's neck from behind.
Chu Wanning pressed against him, his tone slightly somber. "You weren't focused. Let's try again."
His warm breath brushed against Mo Ran's earlobe, causing a flush of heat to rise within Mo Ran. His Adam's apple bobbed under the sword's edge as he chuckled lowly. "Master, don't be too hasty in your judgment. Take a closer look—did I not put my heart into it?"
As he spoke, Chu Wanning suddenly realized that Mo Ran's willow vine had, at some unknown point, coiled around his arm, holding him firmly in place, unable to budge even half an inch.
Staring at his own limb for a long moment, a sharp glint flickered in Chu Wanning's eyes.
"Hmm? Not bad. I retract my previous statement."
Mo Ran chuckled. "Can you just take it back whenever you want?"
"What do you want, then?"
"I want Master to change his clothes."
Chu Wanning snorted coldly. "Let's settle the victory first."
As he spoke, he poured his formidable spiritual energy into his right arm, forcing Ghost-Repelling back. He then suddenly retreated, distancing himself from Mo Ran. At the same time, a flash of sword light cut through the air, sending sword qi hurtling towards Mo Ran.
Mo Ran had no choice but to draw his whip again, and for a moment, the willow vine and longsword clashed with a ringing sound in the air. Neither weapon was imbued with spiritual energy, so their clash lacked the dazzling spectacle of colliding spirit currents and electric sparks. However, every move they made was executed with supreme skill, flowing like water. With one hand still holding the ceremonial robe meant for Chu Wanning, Mo Ran fought with only his right hand. As a result, Chu Wanning also used only his right hand to engage him. Before long, they had exchanged over a hundred moves, evenly matched and unable to gain the upper hand.
Chu Wanning's breathing was heavy, and a drop of sweat trickled down his jet-black sword brows, threatening to drip into his eyelashes. Yet, locked in competition with Mo Ran, he didn't allow himself to be distracted. The sweat seeped through his lashes and into his eyes, yet he refused to blink. His eyes glowed like polar lights in the night, a startling brightness.
The fighting spirit of the Celestial Venerated of the Northern Dipper had been ignited by his disciple. He had always enjoyed intense battles and competition, but his usual aloofness was due to the lack of worthy opponents. Mo Ran was like a flame that ignited the fiery liquor within him with a loud boom, illuminating the sky with its blaze.
As their battle continued, the longsword could no longer withstand the immense force and began to creak ominously. Finally, with a resonant hum, it shattered into countless glittering fragments between the two grandmasters!
"The sword broke," Mo Ran said helplessly. "Should we keep fighting?"
In Chu Wanning's eyes, a smoky battlefield raged. He tossed aside his sword hilt, his white robe slightly open, accentuating his towering figure. With a succinct and powerful declaration, he said, "Fight."
"..."
Before Mo Ran could retract his Ghost sightings, Chu Wanning moved with astonishing agility, like a tautly strung arrow loosed from a crossbow, or a leopard in the woods, a hawk soaring through the snow. He charged directly at Mo Ran. Panic-stricken, Mo Ran withdrew his supernatural vision and raised his hand to block. The two of them resumed their contest in a new, intense manner, locked in a fierce and indecisive battle.
Close combat differs from weapon-based battles, where those with robust and tall physiques often hold the upper hand. Not to mention, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran's martial skills were already comparably matched. Hence, in this instance, Chu Wanning was clearly at a disadvantage.
Mo Ran chuckled. "Master, stop hitting me. If we're not using spiritual energy, to be honest, you can't beat me."
Chu Wanning raged, "Rebellious disciple, how dare you be so arrogant!"
"Arrogant? Not at all. If Master is angry, I'll let you have ten moves."
"Mo Weiyu!" Infuriated by his embarrassment, Chu Wanning's attacks grew even swifter and fiercer.
Blossoms of cherry blossoms fell gently like snow under the wind, as the master and disciple clashed fiercely with their kicks, sparing no effort. After another eighty rounds, Chu Wanning began to feel physically drained—he had practiced swordsmanship for half an hour before Mo Ran's arrival and then engaged in over a hundred rounds of combat with him using weapons. He was genuinely exhausted.
However, his eyes gleamed with intensity, and his heart pounded rapidly. His handsome face radiated vitality and brilliance.
Their struggle became more entangled with each passing moment, their powers locked in a fierce contest. Chu Wanning suddenly turned sideways, swinging his elbow down toward Mo Ran's ribcage, but Mo Ran caught his arm.
Their bodies pressed against each other, their arms trembling with the exertion...
Mo Ran's grip on Chu Wanning's arm was so tight that his rough, slender fingers seemed ready to crush his bones. Chu Wanning felt himself being squeezed to the point of breaking.
In this flesh-to-flesh struggle, Mo Ran's primal instincts and desire to conquer flared up. With a sudden burst of strength, he overpowered Chu Wanning's resistance, then swiftly reversed his grip.
Chu Wanning was startled, and by the time he regained his senses, he found himself trapped in Mo Ran's damp embrace.
"Still want to fight?" Mo Ran's amused voice came from behind him. Their backs were pressed tightly against Mo Ran's broad chest, his heartbeat thudding like a furnace, his muscular chest hot and solid like molten rock, threatening to engulf and dissolve Chu Wanning completely. Mo Ran's lips and teeth brushed against the nape of Chu Wanning's neck, his breath hot and searing as it fell onto the bare skin of his neck. With his hair tied up in a high bun, Chu Wanning was acutely aware of Mo Ran's terrifying, predatory aura, the raw masculinity that seemed ready to pierce through and tear him apart.
Sweat mingled with aggression, creating a tender, moist embrace reminiscent of spring water...
"Shifu, still want to fight?"
"..." Chu Wanning gritted his teeth, his phoenix eyes reddening with anger.
Damn it, he wasn't willing to give in!
Just as he was about to resume the fight, Mo Ran's lips brushed against his earlobe almost by accident, sending a rough and fiery sensation that made his skin prickle. Chu Wanning's hair stood on end, and through gritted teeth, he growled, "Let me go!"
Though his words were fierce, his body trembled uncontrollably in Mo Ran's embrace. Fortunately, due to exhaustion from their battle, Mo Ran couldn't tell if the trembling was from fear or another reason. In truth, Mo Ran was struggling to protect himself, let alone spare attention to notice Chu Wanning's abnormal state.
Hearing Mo Ran's deep voice, husky with desire, Chu Wanning's phoenix eyes reddened slightly. The playful taunt in his tone grated on him, "Will you return to our chambers and change your clothes if I let you go, Master?"
Fuming, Chu Wanning snapped, "…Let go!"
His evasion only resulted in a firmer, more aggressive grip. Chu Wanning's arm was nearly dislocated, and his body went limp. Despite himself, he let out a soft, hoarse moan.
The sound was so reminiscent of a moan in bed that Mo Ran stiffened abruptly, an immediate reaction taking place beneath him. Their bodies were currently pressed tightly together, and he feared that his Master would instantly sense the heat and stiffness of his arousal. How could Mo Ran dare let Chu Wanning know? Almost instinctively, he pushed away from Chu Wanning, not daring to continue pinning him down from behind.
In that very moment of letting go, Chu Wanning seized the opportunity. With a surge of malevolent aura, he cradled his arm that had been painfully squeezed, and then, turning back, he delivered a fierce whip-like kick with full force. The unsuspecting Mo Ran was caught off guard and was knocked down to the ground. Mo Ran, never expecting such a sudden outburst from the other, was left dazed on the ground, feeling as if his ribs were about to shatter. The pain was so intense that he couldn't help but wince.
"Master, you are being quite..."
It's a bit of an unfair victory.
The rest of the sentence was left unsaid. With great effort, Mo Ran, whose eyes were brimming with tears from the pain, managed to squint and look up at Chu Wanning.
He saw his master's inner garments in disarray, the white silk collar of his robe flung wide open from the intense struggle, revealing a firm and smooth chest that rose and fell with each hurried breath. Chu Wanning panted, hastily pulling together his own scattered clothes. His forehead was mussed, his temples disheveled, and the corners of his eyes were still tinged with a faint red due to the fierce combat.
Slowly, Chu Wanning straightened, looking down at Mo Ran from above with his chin slightly lifted. His gaze was intense, filled with authority and arrogance.
Regaining his breath, he said, "You lost. Being tall doesn't help."
Mo Ran could only laugh through his tears, blood foaming at the corners of his mouth as he spoke, "Isn't that right? Master almost broke all my bones."
"..."
Upon hearing this, Chu Wanning felt a twinge of guilt. In the heat of the fight, he couldn't recall if he had pulled back from that final kick. He leaned over and pressed against Mo Ran's chest and ribs, "Where did I kick you?"
"Here..."
"Does it hurt?"
"..." It definitely hurt, but he was no longer a young lad of fifteen or sixteen. Crying out in pain to his master would be inappropriate.
Seeing that Mo Ran's complexion wasn't good, Chu Wanning reached for the pile of clothes and tried to lift him up with his other hand. However, he had expended too much energy, and Mo Ran was both heavy and tall. His attempt to pull him up failed, instead causing him to crash onto Mo Ran's body. Hearing a muffled groan of pain from beneath him, he quickly sat up, ignoring his own discomfort, and checked on Mo Ran's injuries.
"Are you alright?" Chu Wanning's face had turned ashen.
Mo Ran knitted his brows and placed a hand on his forehead. "Get off me first."
Thankfully, he could still speak. It seemed he hadn't been crushed to death.
Chu Wanning hurriedly tried to get up, but a person who had lost their strength often found it difficult to stand after collapsing. His legs were weak and wobbly, and he couldn't keep his balance, ending up falling back down onto Mo Ran rather clumsily.
This fall landed him right on Mo Ran's waist and hips. At first, Chu Wanning didn't notice, but he was wearing very little—just a thin layer of silk. And with the awkward position they were in, as soon as he moved, he immediately felt a hard, massive object, taut and ready for action, pressing against him.
Author's Note:
Short Scene: Mo Ran's Way of Being Coquettish
Chu Wanning: Come on, let's have a fight.
Mo Ran 1.0: No, no, I can't beat Master. Even if you let me have ten moves, I still can't win against you QAQ
Chu Wanning: Come on, let's have a fight.
Mo Ran 2.0: What if I lose? Let me adore and care for you properly then, Master ^_^
Chu Wanning: Come on, let's fight.
Mo Ran 0.5: (A hint of mischief in his eyes) Still got energy for a battle? Did I not...tease you enough yesterday?