Mountains and giant beasts, cabins in the woods

The streets, surrounded by stacked wooden houses, are paved with thick stone slabs.

The truck, resembling a four-story building, was almost as tall as the houses along the roadside, attracting many pedestrians to stop and watch.

"What a beautiful car! And it's so big!"

"Whose manager or instructor commissioned this? That's incredibly extravagant!"

"I don't think so. People ride beasts or birds when they go out; what would they need a carriage for?"

"Never mind what we do, when will we be able to afford a car like this?"

……

Several distinguished young men and women stood under the car, whispering among themselves.

Liu Xingmo parted the crowd, walked forward, climbed the stairs to the car door, took out his key, opened the door, and entered the small building.

The interior is simple and spacious, with the finest wood exuding a fresh scent. Although unfurnished, it already exudes a luxurious atmosphere.

"Hey sir! Is this car yours?" someone behind me asked.

Liu Xingmo turned around and saw a man in a brocade robe. He calmly said, "It was custom-made for me and needs to be delivered to someone else."

Another woman chimed in, "Please let us have your car! We need it urgently!"

Oh my god! What's going on here?

A spoiled brat is bullying ordinary people!

Liu Xingmo opened his clothes, reached into his robe, and was about to take out the blood droplet from his storage bag.

At the same time, he said coldly, "Hmph! Just because you want it doesn't mean I'm going to give it to you. Do you think I..."

The woman handed over a heavy purse, forcing a smile: "We'll pay whatever it is, please be lenient."

"No means no." Liu Xingmo refused without any politeness. At the same time, he had already gripped the iron chain, ready to strike at any moment.

"Brother!" The man in the brocade robe knelt down in front of the car door with a thud. "Please! I really need this car right now!"

Liu Xingmo looked at the head banging against the ground in front of him and could only stop what he was doing: "What exactly are you trying to do?"

"My master is old and frail, and his days are numbered. His last wish is to travel through the mountains and rivers one last time. I'm afraid he won't be able to withstand the arduous journey, so... Waaah!" The man said with deep emotion, and he truly burst into tears.

His companions around him also felt the same way and all cast pleading glances their way.

Liu Xingmo stood on the car, looking down at the group of people below. He pulled his right hand out of his pocket and rubbed his chin.

The group of people before them, though young, all possessed strength at the eighth or ninth level of the first rank, far surpassing their peers. The man kowtowing had even reached the perfect tenth level.

But I can win! We cultivate the same path, there's no reason I should lose.

"Ahem!" Liu Xingmo cleared his throat, striking a pose as he said, "There are so many of you, and you're all quite strong. Are you just going to kneel here and beg?"

Upon hearing this, several people's expressions changed, and they glared angrily at Liu Xingmo in the car.

Very good, that's it.

Come and hit me!

I've been feeling creatively dry lately, so I need to do something to spark my creative desires.

The woman who spoke up for him had a bitter expression. She lifted her clothes and knelt down as well: "Please, have mercy, I don't want my grandfather's last wish to be in vain."

Liu Xingmo covered his eyes with his hands, rubbing his temples with his thumb and forefinger: "Don't try to morally blackmail me, I don't buy it. Your master or grandfather, it has nothing to do with me."

A gasp came from below, and the onlookers began to discuss the matter.

Come and hit me! I'll borrow your car after you've done it, I'm begging you!

I recently fought a battle beyond my level, defeating two second-tier demonic cultivators. I really want to show the Black Dragon Stronghold everyone my invincible strength at this level!

Thump, thump, thump...

Liu Xingmo released his grip and looked closely; before him knelt a group of people.

He gazed helplessly at the distant blue sky and white clouds, then looked down at the first man kneeling and said, "Stand up. Did your master pass on all his skills just to witness this?"

"If you don't give me this car, I'll kneel here forever!" The man stubbornly stuck out his neck, uttering his most resolute words in his most vulnerable tone.

"Hahaha! Then I'll be merciful and give you a chance!" Liu Xingmo pulled out a blood-dripping dart from his pocket, the gleaming silver chain swung with its chilling five-fingered claws. "If you beat me, I'll give you the car!"

"This..." The man on the ground hesitated for a moment, then resolutely stood up. "I must win this battle! Then I apologize for any offense, my benefactor!"

No, are our village's moral education classes going too far? Is it to distance ourselves from the past?

Liu Xingmo put away the blood-dripping guillotine and walked down the steps one by one. The surrounding crowd wisely dispersed in a circle.

"My name is Lu Zhiliang, please." The man in the brocade robe clasped his hands in a salute.

"Liu Xingmo." The words fell silent.

People look at each other.

After several seconds, the onlookers began to whisper among themselves:

"Who is that?"

"Yeah! They've all reached the first stage of perfection. Where did they come from?"

"Among the top disciples of these martial arts schools, is there such a person?"

"This name is the same as the author of the story! No wonder this guy isn't very famous."

……

More and more people came to join in the fun, crowding the surrounding area until it was completely packed.

Some people carried targets covered with blueberry candied hawthorns, some pushed wheelbarrows selling fried rice, and some children rode on their parents' shoulders, holding colorful kites.

No one bothered to distinguish right from wrong; everyone just opened their eyes wide, cheered in unison, and awaited an epic battle.

That's just how people from the Central Plains are.

The two people in the room looked at each other.

Liu Xingmo unleashed a powerful punch from a horse stance, aiming directly at the man in front of him.

Lu Zhiliang adopted a defensive stance, quickly catching the punch and pulling it back to deflect the force.

Liu Xingmo had been waiting for this moment. The Snake Bone Skill mainly trains the flexibility of muscles and bones, while the Xuanwu Hard and Soft Transformation contains many techniques for neutralizing and deflecting force.

He neutralized the opponent's force, redirecting it into empty space, and then unleashed another punch with great momentum.

Lu Zhiliang could only meet fists with his palms, engaging in a struggle of strength.

Their fists and palms collided, and both of them were startled.

Liu Xingmo felt his blood surging, but another strong and enduring wood energy within him quickly suppressed the discomfort.

He opened and closed his fists left and right, unleashing a barrage of wild, unpredictable punches that relentlessly rained down on his opponent.

Lu Zhiliang was struggling to stay afloat and kept retreating. Just as he was about to encounter the onlookers outside the battle circle, he stopped and stood still. With his fierce courage, he used his arms to block the powerful punches.

Liu Xingmo's offensive continued without pause, mimicking a certain Master Ye, his arms moving in a series of afterimages.

"Thump thump thump thump thump!" The dense, muffled sounds of punches landing were like an increasingly rapid drumbeat.

Lu Zhiliang finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground. His brocade robe was torn, and he clutched his chest, weakly saying, "I've lost, alas..."

Liu Xingmo flicked his sleeves and stood with his hands behind his back, exuding composure.

He turned his head and saw a group of people with complicated expressions.

He chuckled, beckoned with his finger, and said, "Come at me all at once. If you beat me, I'll lend you my car."