Not to mention Bai Zisheng’s realm was much higher than his.
Mo Hua couldn’t help but sigh.
Seeing Mo Hua a bit downhearted, Bai Zisheng said, “How about I suppress my cultivation and spar with you?”
Mo Hua hesitated for a moment, “Is that okay?”
“Since it’s a spar, it has to be fair,” Bai Zisheng said righteously. “Relying on superior cultivation is just bullying. Moreover, if we’re sparring movement techniques, we definitely can’t depend on cultivation; otherwise, it’s meaningless.”
Mo Hua nodded, “Alright, but let me rest a bit first.”
Mo Hua rubbed his arm again and couldn’t help but ask Bai Zisheng, “Zisheng, are you a Body Cultivator?”
Bai Zisheng wasn’t too happy, “You should call me big brother!”
Mo Hua rolled his eyes at him.
Helpless, Bai Zisheng whispered:
“I plan to practice Body Cultivation and master the Martial Dao. But this is not to be told to outsiders. I’ve only told Zixi, I haven’t even informed Aunt Xue.”
Mo Hua was speechless, thinking with Bai Zisheng’s character that couldn’t hide anything, it would be strange if Aunt Xue didn’t know…
“I heard some geniuses from the noble clans can practice Dual Cultivation of Spirit and Body. Can’t you do that?” Mo Hua whispered.
Bai Zisheng looked disdainful, “What’s the point of Dual Cultivation of Spirit and Body? It’s neither here nor there, not as pure and exhilarating as Body Cultivation! Overpower with Single Force, breaking myriad laws with one punch, who cares about dual or solo cultivation? If they provoke me, I will smash their noses with a single punch!”
Mo Hua looked on with envy. He, too, wished to shatter myriad laws with one punch.
Previously, when Qian Xing had caused trouble, had Mo Hua possessed Bai Zisheng’s strength, he certainly would have broken his nose with a punch.
Unfortunately, he could only wish…
After resting up, Mo Hua sparred several more rounds with Bai Zisheng, who had suppressed his cultivation.
The outcome was entirely different.
With Bai Zisheng’s cultivation suppressed to the fifth level of Qi Refinement, even with his not-so-common techniques and movement skills, it was evident that he was slower than before due to the lack of cultivation support.
Mo Hua’s Divine Sense could now clearly see.
Most of Bai Zisheng’s moves, Mo Hua could predict with his Divine Sense, and dodge with the Water Passing Step. Occasionally, some extremely tricky moves would catch Mo Hua too late to dodge, and he could only concede defeat.
The two agreed on twenty rounds to determine the winner. If Bai Zisheng managed to snatch the jade pendant, he would win; if not, Mo Hua would prevail.
Until evening, the two had their wins and losses, roughly equaling a tie, but Bai Zisheng was probably still a bit better.
Bai Zisheng had a great time, and Mo Hua gained profound insights into the Water Passing Step.
Bai Zisheng wanted to continue sparring, but Bai Zixi gently reminded him of “homework.” It was like cold water poured on him, and Bai Zisheng had to stop, hurrying to finish his homework before it got dark.
Mo Hua said goodbye to them, agreeing to return the next day, and, amid Bai Zisheng’s countless reminders, promised to bring alcohol, meat, and crabapple pastries.
All that happened under the big pagoda tree was observed by Old Kui in a bamboo pavilion nearby.
Old Kui, watching Mo Hua’s receding figure, had a profound look in his eyes, “The Zhang Family’s Water Passing Step, huh…”