Chapter 889: Face Slapping, Dominating Trending, and Running Into the In Family (1)
Even for top-tier martial arts actors like Yuan Heping, they were considered re showpieces with no real practicality in the eyes of those who had been practicing martial arts since childhood.
The Mo family was not just about martial arts; their most crucial skill was the use of hidden weapons.
Core disciples had to not only master using hidden weapons but also learn to craft them.
The Mo family had once declined because many hidden weapon crafting techniques had no successors.
Mo Yanwen was the youngest family head in hundreds of years. He succeeded because he managed to recreate two of the three major hidden weapons of the Mo family.
The elder council regarded him as the genius closest to Mo Yanfeng.
Therefore, even though he was still unmarried, his position as the family head was unshakable.
Feng Dong, an outsider allowed to train with the Mo family, was not as skilled as the core disciples but was always arrogant to outsiders.
It wasn’t that he looked down on Si Fuqing; he simply believed she was from a completely different world.
He intended to intervene rely to see Xi Jiang’s frustration.
“I don’t know,” Si Fuqing said calmly. “I just started learning. How about you be my target?”
Feng Dong laughed, “You don’t know hidden weapons, so what have you been learning? And you want to be your target?”
“Are you scared?” Si Fuqing asked leisurely. “A Mo family outer disciple scared of a celebrity like ? No wonder you can’t beco a core disciple.”
Provoked by her words, Feng Dong beca furious. “Fine, I’ll be your target! Do you think I’m scared of you? What a joke!”
Xi Jiang sighed, muttering under his breath, “Idiot.”
He didn’t want to remind Feng Dong either, he said, “Miss Si, the training ground is this way.”
The three of them arrived at the central training ground, where other outer disciples were practicing martial arts.
“Go ahead,” Feng Dong pointed to the hidden weapon rack. “Use any of these. Let’s see which ones you know.”
Si Fuqing glanced at the weapons and casually picked a few.
Feng Dong sneered, noticing her choice.
Even the simplest sleeve arrow was not sothing a celebrity could handle.
He planned to report Xi Jiang’s negligence to the elder council afterward.
Si Fuqing weighed the throwing knives in her hand, her expression indifferent. “Let’s begin.”
Her beauty was striking.
Even though the Mo family disciples didn’t recognize her, they were still drawn to her.
Among them was Mo Chu’an, who was observing the training. He raised his chin slightly. “What’s happening over there?”
A guard stepped forward, returning after a few minutes. “It seems soone is trying to sneak an outsider into the Mo family. They are testing this outsider now.”
The Mo family’s core hidden weapon techniques were never taught to people are not part of the Mo family, regardless of their skills.
From a distance, Mo Chu’an took a closer look at Si Fuqing, feeling a sense of familiarity. “She looks familiar.”
“Fifth Young Master, the advertisent in the Mo City central mall,” the guard reminded him. “Costics advertisent, played on loop. The Lady even bought a set and liked it.”
“A celebrity?” Mo Chu’an lost interest imdiately. “Another celebrity.”
The Mo family hadn’t withdrawn from public view, and every year, martial arts celebrities ca to Mo City hoping to join.
Unfortunately, they never t the Mo family’s standards.
Mo Chu’an smoothed his sleeves. “Let’s go. I need to find my big brother.”
The guard hurried after him. “The family head has been busy these days. I’ll check for you first.”
“Indeed, the responsibility of the Mo family’s chanism City rests on my big brother,” Mo Chu’an shook his head. “I shouldn’t disturb him. There’s an important guest arriving tomorrow. Let’s prepare for that.”
The guard followed Mo Chu’an out.
At the sa mont, Si Fuqing moved.
She raised her hand, her expression still nonchalant, but her movents were precise.
“Swish!”
“Swish, swish—”
Silver needles shot from her sleeve, transforming into nine silver streaks in the air, all targeting Feng Dong.
“Rip!”
It felt as if the air itself had been torn apart.
The needles flew straight towards Feng Dong’s vital points!
Feng Dong’s eyes widened, feeling intense pressure. He scread, his legs giving way as he collapsed.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”
The nine needles embedded themselves around him, missing his body by re milliters.
Feng Dong was paralyzed with fear, cold sweat dripping down his face.
Although silver needles were the most basic of the Mo family’s hidden weapons, achieving such precision would normally take months of practice.
Just learning?!
Si Fuqing wiped her hands. “Let’s go.”
The surrounding area fell silent. The other disciples, previously imrsed in their training, were now staring in shock, their faces filled with disbelief.
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