Chapter 1790: Chapter 1790: Drinking and Watching the Play, Mu Fusheng’s PUA (2/5)

Mu Fusheng looked down at the rope tied around his waist, his face as dark as ink.

Thankfully, the jade pendant and the techniques his master gave him to shield his aura were effective; otherwise, he’d really have been screwed by that old bastard.

Thinking of this, Mu Fusheng couldn’t help but turn back to glance at the aghast elder. He mocked, "They weren’t wrong—that my talent is indeed too low. I just didn’t want to embarrass myself by accepting the trial so early."

The elder’s brows furrowed slightly. In this entire ancient ruin, everyone’s every move fell under his watchful gaze.

Mu Fusheng was naturally no exception.

Though Mu Fusheng strived not to make a move unless absolutely necessary in this trial, and whenever he did, he skillfully concealed his strength.

To someone who belonged to the high ranks of the Chaos Divine Dynasty from a million years ago—and had spent countless ages observing one generation of Buddhist cultivator prodigies after another venturing into these ruins—his insight was far beyond ordinary.

The elder was even certain that Mu Fusheng’s talent and strength placed him among the strongest participants in this trial.

Yet, tied to his waist, there was only a single rope... This meant only one challenger had chosen him.

Could it be that Mu Fusheng possessed something that blocked perception?

Something capable of shielding even the Chaos Divine Dynasty’s sensory abilities?

The elder suddenly recalled how they were somehow able to communicate across thousands of miles of this ruin.

Well... others couldn’t do it, but they sure could!

Such cheek! Such audacity!

"But... even if you can block perception, so what? You still have to face the trial! The younger generation of the Chaos Divine Dynasty from back then is far beyond what you folks are today. If you hide your strength in fights, you might not even know how you died!"

The elder thought this to himself, chuckling coldly.

Little did he know that Mu Fusheng had already reached the coffin tethered to his rope.

Creaaaak...

The coffin lid was pushed aside, producing a heavy, grating sound.

From within, a rough-looking man dressed in purple climbed out. He grinned as he locked eyes with Mu Fusheng and said, "Among so many people, only you bear the aura of lightning techniques. Fight me. Win, and you may pass. Lose, and you die!"

The elder saw this and couldn’t help but burst into laughter. He boomed, "Oh? Who’d have thought that the so-called Kuang Lei—the unparalleled master of lightning techniques from that era—would pick you? Looks like you’d better go all-out. Don’t play careless, lest you end up dead for real!"

The others, upon hearing this, couldn’t resist looking over at Mu Fusheng’s location. Some were expressionless; others sported smug schadenfreude-filled grins.

Unsurprisingly, those grins adorned the faces of the Xuanyuan Clan’s members.

"The top master of lightning techniques from the younger generation of the Chaos Divine Dynasty a million years ago? Looks like we won’t need to intervene ourselves."

"That was during the zenith of Chaos Realm’s cultivation civilization—prodigies were as abundant as stones, and monsters filled the sky. Someone who emerged as the top in lightning techniques back then is not remotely comparable to now."

"I fear... only Su Yuan and He Mengshen, those two freaks, could hold their own against him, eh?"

"Certainly not someone like this barbarian kid."

Mu Fusheng heard these words and turned to them with a grin. "This ’barbarian kid’ you speak of is ranked third on the Cangxuan List, you know. So... by that logic, you guys are below even a barbarian kid?"

"You!"

The Xuanyuan Clan disciples immediately realized Mu Fusheng, though rarely taking action, was at least ranked third on the Cangxuan List!

Ji Yang, however, darkened his face.

Indeed, the original third-place holder on the Cangxuan List had been him. That was until Mu Fusheng utterly crushed his ranking.

After delivering this retort, Mu Fusheng hurriedly patted his mouth, cursing silently to himself: Damn, damn... Why couldn’t I hold back? I’ve clearly been corrupted by Junior Brother Xu!

Then, Mu Fusheng turned to face the man called Kuang Lei standing before him and smiled. "Senior, how about we delay our duel for a little while?"

Kuang Lei frowned slightly. "Why delay?"

To be honest, lying in a coffin for ages had left him thoroughly pent up. Finally having the chance to get out and fight, now he was being asked to wait?

Mu Fusheng chuckled and transmitted his voice quietly, "Senior, there are too many of my enemies around right now. To conceal my strength from them, I definitely won’t be able to put forth my full might.

If we fight under these conditions, you won’t find it satisfying. Isn’t that right?"

Kuang Lei furrowed his brows. "What’s this? If you don’t use full strength, do you think you can survive against me? This is life-and-death combat—not child’s play."

Mu Fusheng confidently smirked, "Senior, believe it or not, even if I don’t use full strength, while I might not defeat you, holding you off and keeping you at bay would be a piece of cake."

Kuang Lei paused in surprise.

This was the first time a junior had dared to say such a thing to him.

But looking at Mu Fusheng’s expression and gaze, it didn’t feel like he was bluffing...

Mu Fusheng continued, "After the others finish their trials, I promise to give you a truly exhilarating battle. But... by then, let’s see if your soul and body can still remain intact..."

The people who emerged from coffins were all fallen prodigies of the past.

The only reason their bodies and souls remained was that the coffins preserved their last remaining energy and life force.

So... it was indeed possible for their soul and body to be obliterated completely.

Hearing this, Kuang Lei couldn’t help but burst into uproarious laughter.

His laughter thundered like lightning.

The entire space trembled faintly at the sound!

Everyone was drawn to the commotion.

Even other coffin-dwellers, now roused, cursed, "Kuang Lei, you lunatic! You burst out just to laugh like that?"

Kuang Lei ignored their grumbles, his eyes blazing as he stared at Mu Fusheng like prey before a predator. He bared his teeth in a menacing grin and said, "Good! Such arrogance!

I’ll wait, just as you said!

But remember, if you fail to give me the battle you promised, you know very well what consequences await you!"

Mu Fusheng shrugged, neither confirming nor denying anything.

Without hesitation, he sat cross-legged on the ground and summoned a small table with a wave.

"Senior, would you prefer wine or tea?"

"Wine!" Kuang Lei plopped down cross-legged opposite Mu Fusheng.

Mu Fusheng chuckled and poured wine brewed by his master into Kuang Lei’s cup.

Kuang Lei drained the cup in one gulp, his eyes lighting up. "Got any more?"

Mu Fusheng, seeing this, took out a massive barrel. Kuang Lei seized it and began chugging like a man possessed.

Meanwhile, Mu Fusheng leisurely sipped from his own small cup, keeping an eye on the others.

It was as though the grave mountain was his stage and everyone else merely actors in his play...

This left the onlookers speechless.

None of them could comprehend how Mu Fusheng pulled this off.

The elder, more than anyone, felt the deepest frustration.

The elder’s brow twitched uncontrollably.

This was supposed to be a fight, wasn’t it? How did it turn into wine-drinking and camaraderie? It was just shy of them swearing brotherhood!

But catching the intoxicating aroma of the wine, even the elder couldn’t resist licking his lips. Thick-skinned, he floated over and grinned shamelessly, "Care to pour one for this old man too?"

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