Chapter 235 - 115: I’m Not Even Afraid of My Mom, Why Would I Be Afraid of You?

Chapter 235: Chapter 115: I’m Not Even Afraid of My Mom, Why Would I Be Afraid of You?

Ying Rui taunted, "Without your Poison Skill, are you too scared to even make a move?"

He wasted no more time, surging forward and thrusting his Long Sword straight at Yang Mo’s chest.

Yang Mo frantically dodged, deflecting the blow with the flat of his blade.

His form was textbook perfect.

The result of his long years of arduous training.

But before he could react, Ying Rui twisted his body, rapidly changing his attack and bringing his Long Sword down in a heavy slash.

Yang Mo scrambled to change his stance and block, but his hands were shaking so violently that he failed to absorb the full force of the blow.

CLANG!

The two swords clashed.

Ying Rui instantly spotted the opening. He slid his blade down along Yang Mo’s and sliced at his wrist.

Yang Mo shuddered, his grip faltered, and he sent his sword flying.

CLATTER... CLANG...

The Long Sword skittered far across the floor.

The color drained from Yang Mo’s face. He had saved his wrist from being severed, but a weapon was a Cultivator’s life. What was the difference between losing your weapon and losing the fight?

This match...

He had lost.

He was utterly dejected.

But...

CLANG!

Another weapon hit the ground.

Yang Mo froze. He turned his head and saw that Ying Rui had also thrown his weapon away.

He stared in stunned silence. "You..."

Ying Rui sneered. "You dropped your weapon. If the duel ends here, it would be a disgraceful loss for you. But I don’t think we’ve reached the depths of your disgrace just yet!"

Yang Mo: "???"

Ying Rui tilted his chin up slightly. "If you don’t want an even more disgraceful loss, concede now!"

At his words, a wave of indescribable humiliation washed over Yang Mo.

He glared at Ying Rui, his eyes turning crimson and bloodshot.

But... he didn’t make a move.

"Since you won’t concede, let’s continue!"

Ying Rui scoffed and charged forward, his fist raised.

The punch triggered Yang Mo’s instincts.

He crossed his arms, firmly blocking the fist.

He was far too good at defending.

But once he started defending, he couldn’t stop.

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

Ying Rui rained down punches, and Yang Mo blocked every single one.

And then...

His body slowly curled into a ball.

The classic pose reappeared on the arena platform.

BOOOOO...

A chorus of boos rose from around the Martial Arts Arena.

They were all too familiar with this posture. It was how Yang Mo had fought for the past three days.

Against opponents who couldn’t handle poison, he had a chance of winning.

But against those who could, all he could do was curl up and take a beating.

Yes!

Yang Mo had indeed won a few matches this way.

But even those who had lost to him held him in utter contempt.

At first, they thought Ying Rui was being too arrogant, but now they were starting to think he was right.

For a person like this to hold the position of a Mansion Official...

It wasn’t just a waste.

It was a disgrace.

It was as if he was dragging down the prestige of the Mansion Official position itself.

Zhao Ci’s expression darkened. The current situation was a disaster.

’Why hasn’t the Rash Man Talisman activated yet?’

’It was true that the effects of Talisman Paper from the system varied from person to person, and it was normal for the effects to be weakened.’

’But...’

’This was the first time I’ve ever seen one have no effect at all.’

’He could feel that the Rash Man Talisman’s power hadn’t just vanished. It was suppressed inside Yang Mo’s body, unable to be unleashed.’

’It was like one of those little blue pills; it couldn’t just make things happen on its own. You had to get things going yourself before it could work its magic.’

’The Rash Man Talisman.’

’It was supposed to let courage take over, but the prerequisite was that you had to have some courage to begin with!’

’A firecracker still needs a fuse to explode.’

’Lao Mo’s condition... it was just pathetic.’

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

Ying Rui smashed his fists down one after another. None of them were aimed at vital points, but each one landed with crushing weight.

His voice dripped with contempt. "You’re taking a beating like this and you still won’t concede?"

Yang Mo clutched his head, only muffled grunts escaping his throat.

"Concede!"

"Hmph..."

"Concede!"

"Hmph..."

The punches rained down.

Yang Mo’s grunts grew fainter.

But he never uttered the two words, "I concede."

"Playing dead, are we!"

Ying Rui was growing exasperated. He finally stopped punching, turned, and delivered a heavy kick to Yang Mo’s spine.

"AHH!"

Yang Mo finally screamed. His body could no longer stay in its curled-up position, and he writhed on the ground.

Ying Rui planted his foot on Yang Mo’s face. "Concede! Concede and the suffering stops. You’ve already disgraced yourself enough. Dragging this out won’t make you look any better."

Yang Mo’s eyes were wide with fury, as if they would split from their sockets. He finally spoke. "Never!"

BAM!

A foot stomped down on Yang Mo’s hand.

"AHH!"

Another scream of pain.

"Concede!"

"Never... AHH!"

"Concede!"

"Never!"

Zhao Ci: "..."

’This Lao Mo...’

He seemed to realize what the problem was. He shot to his feet and roared, "Lao Mo! Get the fuck up and fight him!"

Yang Mo: "..."

Everyone could feel his humiliation and fury.

But all they could see was him gritting his teeth and enduring, with no sign of a counterattack.

Zhao Ci roared again, "What the hell are you so afraid of? Look at yourself! What else do you have left to lose?"

Yang Mo: "!!!"

He still didn’t move, but his body twitched.

Zhao Ci kept shouting, "He’s just some smug prick who got lucky! What’s so scary about him? No matter how scary he is, is he scarier than your own parents?"

Yang Mo: "!!!"

Ying Rui couldn’t help but scoff. "So that’s how you got your position. You relied on your mommy and daddy. What a useless piece of..."

"SON OF A BITCH!"

Yang Mo’s voice was muffled, but it sounded like the roar of an enraged beast.

Ying Rui: "..."

He felt a massive force from under his foot, and he staggered back a step.

’Huh?’

’How is his face so strong?’

Before he could even process what had happened...

...he saw Yang Mo charging at him, his eyes blazing red.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!"