1743: Chanced Upon A Fight

Chanced Upon A Fight

"Really? Then this Lord has to see whether you are qualified to say this!" As soon as he had spoken, the teacup lid in his hand shot out in an instant towards Mo Chen with a blinding force. 1

Mo Chen who had been drinking his tea raised his head and glanced at him with a gentle smile: "I'm happy to fight with you." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and spun it. 

The teacup lid that had been coming towards him no longer moved forwards. Instead, it circled in mid-air and with the movement of his gestures, the teacup lid fell into his hand slowly, easily eliminating Xuanyuan Mo Ze's attack. 

"One teacup lid for one teacup, I already have mine, I will return this to you!" He spoke in a gentle voice and the teacup lid flew out swiftly. 

Upon seeing this, Xuanyuan Mo Ze stretched out two fingers and caught the teacup lid firmly and placed it back on top of his teacup. He stood up and in an instant, his black figure flashed past and he swept out. 

Mo Chen put his teacup down when he saw this and walked outside slowly with a gentle smile on his face. He looked at Xuanyuan Mo Ze who was standing outside the Palace and smiled: "I have only just arrived and you've made a move against me, that's not very hospitable of you!"

"I have offered you tea to drink, how am I not being hospitable? In that case, since this Lord hasn't seen you for such a long time, I will give you a big meeting present!" As soon as his low and magnetic voice had spoken, his black figure flashed out and attacked Mo Chen who was standing with his hand behind his back. 

Mo Chen's spirit aura was released in an instant, his white clothes flicked up and his ink-black hair flew up. He didn't appear afraid to face Xuanyuan Mo Ze and remained as calm as ever, with a gentle smile on his face. 

He didn't attack until Xuanyuan Mo Ze's black figure had moved closer to him. Two figures, one in black and one in white were engaged in a diplomatic fight in the palace. The powerful air currents surged from the two of them even though they were fighting with bare hands. Every blow startled the Black Guards and Shadow One.

This was a battle between highly skilled opponents!

There were no weapons in hand and yet the aura that permeated the surroundings was so strong. The spiritual aura coming from the two of them seemed similar, and their coercion were also comparable with each other. Their speed was extremely fast that Shadow One and the others couldn't even see all their attacking moves, only that the black and white figures were not conceding. 

"Boom!"

Shadow One's eyes widened when he saw his Master's palm had tightened into a fist and slammed it directly into Mo Chen's eye. Mo Chen hissed and covered his eye as he retreated backwards. When he removed his hand from his eye, a bruise had appeared around his left eye and the bruised red eye socket seemed out of place on his immortal-like face. He looked a little strange and everyone couldn't help but smiled when they saw this. 

"You hit my face?" Mo Chen's gentle face cracked and he was unable to hold the smile on his face. 

Xuanyuan Mo Ze glanced at him calmly and the corners of his mouth curled up as his mood lifted: "This Lord has only added some colour to your eyes, it looks more pleasing to the eye."

The corners of Mo Chen's mouth twitched: "I see, well then I suppose I should thank you." As soon as he had spoken, he made another move. 

"No need, this is something this Lord ought to do." He had wanted to hit him a long time ago. In fact, one punch wasn't enough, he should probably punch the other eye as well. 

However, when he saw the figure in red walking in from outside out of the corner of his eyes, a gleam of light flicked across his eyes, and he held back the punch he was about to throw and allowed himself to be hit by Mo Chen instead...

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