Mad Blade immediately felt deflated.

"Damn it, why is your realm higher than mine after the same bloody battle on Dragon Island?"

"I don't accept this!"

Fan Yi walked the Yu Step over and over, his tone indifferent.

"I may not have as much talent as you, but I worked harder. The Heavenly Dao rewards diligence—it's nothing strange."

Mad Blade spat, then immediately beamed with a smile.

"So you admit that I'm better than you?"

Fan Yi did not speak, and only after a long while did he say faintly.

"Give it another year, and I'll be able to beat you with just one hand. Believe it or not?"

Mad Blade flew into a rage, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"I don't believe it—let's spar right now."

He tore off his shirt fiercely and charged forward, unleashing a series of military boxing moves that poured out.

Fan Yi tread the Yu Step, darting and dodging gracefully.

All of a sudden, with a bang, he shouldered into Mad Blade's right shoulder.

Mad Blade took two steps back.

He was even less willing to accept defeat and employing the Yu Step himself, he charged back into the fray.

In the small courtyard, under the dim yellow light, two good brothers fought fiercely, neither willing to give an inch.

After a moment, both exhausted their Essence Qi and collapsed on the ground, too tired to move.

Mad Blade sighed.

"Of the three brothers, I've fallen behind in training."

Fan Yi lay on the ground, using his arm as a pillow, gazing at the twinkling stars above, his voice remaining indifferent.

"It can't quite be said that way. You may be lazy and lustful, but your natural talent for Martial Arts is much stronger than mine."

In his voice lay a deep sadness.

"Our brothers died tragically at the hands of the Alliance of Gods."

"Just like the instructor, I dream of avenging our brothers."

"But on Dragon Island, as Poseidon appeared..."

"The instructor and Miss An Zichen stood against mighty foes, and I couldn't even lend a hand."

"Do you know how agonizing that feels?"

Hearing this, Mad Blade too felt a tinge of sorrow.

"You're right. Compared to the instructor, we've been far too complacent."

"His strength wasn't built in a day."

"We, too, must achieve Core Formation and Divine Communication, find the Alliance of Gods, and one by one, take vengeance for our brothers."

Fan Yi nodded, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

"Even now, I still see the images of our brothers before me."

"This has become my Heart Demon."

"If I don't avenge our brothers, I doubt I'll ever find peace in this life."

Mad Blade leaped to his feet.

"Well said, let's join the instructor and avenge our brothers together."

Fan Yi looked up at Mad Blade, reached out, and gave him a high five.

"Together."

Just then, a sneering laugh echoed from the darkness.

"How hilarious, truly hilarious."

The voice was drawling, coming from a corner less than a hundred meters away from them.

Mad Blade and Fan Yi sprang to their feet, shocked.

Despite their keen senses, someone had managed to approach within a hundred meters unnoticed.

Neither had detected the intrusion.

If this had been on a battlefield, they would likely have been dead bodies by now.

Without a second thought, Mad Blade and Fan Yi lunged towards the darkness ahead.

But they had only taken two steps when an invisible hand seemed to seize their throats.

At the same time, a silent and invisible force immobilized them.

In an instant, they couldn't even move a finger.

Mad Blade's mouth gaped open, wanting to yell out loud.

But his mouth seemed cursed by magic, unable to open at all.

Fan Yi, however, desperately circulated his Essence Qi, attempting to break free from the invisible force's restraint.

Yet, no matter how Fan Yi circulated his Essence Qi, he remained immovable.

In the darkness, that person chuckled sinisterly.

"With just that meager Kung Fu of yours, you want to slay gods like others?"

"Hehe, two ants planning to trip an elephant, isn't that a joke?"

Strangely, this person talked to himself as if he bore no malice.

He did not launch a deadly attack on Fan Yi and Mad Blade.

Suddenly, a flash of Divine Light crossed Mad Blade's mind.

He looked at the shadow in the darkness and shouted loudly.

"Damn it, I know who you are."

"You are Uncle Fuu mentioned by Yang Fei, right?"

In the darkness, the person was stunned for a moment, then spoke lightly.

"You're pretty smart, kid, but what's the use of being smart?

"You're so damn lazy, you deserve to be an ant for the rest of your life."

Upon learning the old man's identity, Mad Blade relaxed and started cursing.

"Old Coffin, did you barge into my home just to spout this crap?"

"Let me and my brother go at once, or I'll curse your ancestors."

In the darkness, the person was very surprised and began to praise with clicks of his tongue.

"Bravo, bravo, you're bold as the heavens and as attentive as a thread."

"Even your cursing sounds just like me, not bad, not bad at all."

Mad Blade and Fan Yi shared a wry smile.

In all the world, only this odd old man would appreciate the crude Mad Blade so much.

As he spoke, the elder snapped his fingers.

The invisible force restraining Mad Blade and Fan Yi disappeared in an instant.

Their bodies were free at once, and Mad Blade gasped for air.

Fan Yi, on the other hand, bowed respectfully to the elder.

"We wish to learn Superior Martial Arts, please enlighten us, senior."

The elder chuckled and slowly emerged from the darkness, limping, a smile on his face.

This old man, both Fan Yi and Mad Blade recognized him.

He was indeed the mysterious and exceptional Uncle Fuu.

Uncle Fuu ignored Fan Yi and circled around Mad Blade, then made another round.

He kept clicking his tongue in praise.

"Very good, very good, big and clunky, you look just like me, you will surely learn Superior Martial Arts."

Mad Blade and Fan Yi found it all very bewildering.

In the martial arts world, masters like to check the bones when accepting disciples.

But Uncle Fuu was different, he decided that Mad Blade could learn profound martial studies just by looking at his hands and feet.

It was hard to know what he was basing this on.

Uncle Fuu looked at Mad Blade and Fan Yi with a smile.

"I think you lads are not bad, I'll teach you a few moves, that's also helping out that youngster Yang Fei."

The prowess of Uncle Fuu had been witnessed by Mad Blade and Fan Yi with their own eyes.

Upon hearing the old man's words, they were overjoyed.

Uncle Fuu raised his hand.

"Don't get too happy now, I have a few conditions."

"If you agree to them, you can learn Kung Fu from me."

"If you don't, I'll turn around and leave, as if you never saw me."

Mad Blade snorted.

"Uncle Fuu, just spit it out, what do you want?"

"Even if you want a few beauties to warm your bed, I can manage that for you."

Fan Yi bowed respectfully.

"Senior, please speak, we will surely heed your advice."

Uncle Fuu coughed, full of self-importance.

"First, treat me to good food and drinks, I want ten-year-aged Maotai."

"For food, just a casual twenty to thirty meat dishes will suffice."

"Second, whatever I teach, you'll learn, no questions asked, no picking and choosing."

"Third, and most important,"

"You must not reveal the secret that I live here to anyone, especially not Yang Fei."

"As soon as Yang Fei knows I'm here, I'll pat my butt and be gone."

Fan Yi and Mad Blade stared at the old man, both were somewhat perplexed.

The first two conditions were understandable, but why did he refuse to see Yang Fei?

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