"Careful, this guy has forty years of martial arts power!" Night Lily had just shouted when The Fool spun around and flicked his fingers at the middle of the whip. Snap! Finger met whip, and the whip went limp like a snake that had lost its bones. The Fool also took two steps back, shaking his fingers in frustration: "Ugh, this feeling again..."
The whip recoiled instantly, vanishing into the thick mist, and from the depths of the haze emerged a man waving a paper fan. Seeing him, Fiona Fang gasped in shock, "How can it be you? Weren't you... dead?"
That's right, the flamboyant man with the paper fan was none other than Golden Fan Young Master, whose head had been stomped to bits by the Golden Blade King just days ago. Now, the supposedly dead man was standing before everyone with a sly smile, sending chills down their spines.
"This fool is really something—no internal energy, yet he took my whip. But with my true strength, how many more hits can you handle?" He closed his fan, cracked the whip with a loud snap, sending a cloud of dust off the stone floor. Seeing the golden whip, Night Lily's pupils shrank as she shouted, "Careful! That whip's no ordinary weapon—it's the Ninefold Dragon Fang Whip!"
This whip was nothing like a regular one; its design was far more extravagant, almost like a weapon from an online game. The handle had a guard shaped like a dragon's head with its mouth wide open, and the whip itself was the dragon's tongue, covered with rows of reverse blades. No wonder it could grind stone to dust—if it touched a person, even a light swipe would tear skin and flesh. Truly a vicious weapon.
The weapon was vicious, but the man was even scarier. Fiona Fang was already trembling—she'd seen Golden Fan Young Master die in a pile of gore, so how was he here now? In the surreal purple mist, Golden Fan Young Master wore a mysterious grin. Life and death, ghosts and gods, these were taboo topics, and even the palace maids were shaken, barely holding it together.
"Yeah, I died. But now I'm back." Golden Fan Young Master stared at Fiona Fang, his gaze as venomous as a snake. "You can't escape me. My ghost will haunt you forever—" He tried to say more, but couldn't, because The Fool had already thrown a punch at him.
The punch came fast and hard—Golden Fan Young Master barely dodged, but the rush of wind stung his face. He looked at The Fool, who wasn't scared at all, just stared at him with such intense focus that even Golden Fan Young Master felt a little unnerved. Life, death, ghosts, weird whips—none of it seemed to bother him. The word "fear" wasn't even in his vocabulary.
"What an idiot!"
He cursed, but quickly ran out of steam—because The Fool might be dumb, but he was a tough, troublesome kind of dumb.
With a whoosh of air, The Fool and Golden Fan Young Master clashed in the blink of an eye. Jumping from twenty years of martial arts to forty isn't just twice as strong—it's a whole new level. The Underwear Men with rough twenty-year skills were no match, but Golden Fan Young Master could go toe-to-toe with The Fool, even gaining the upper hand.
His agility was top-notch—he moved like a ghost, lashing out from afar with his whip. The reverse blades and force made it as tricky as a porcupine to grab or block. The Fool's footwork was sharp and decisive, but he just couldn't keep up, getting out-ranged and pressured.
Like I said before, humans have a limit to their acceleration—even if you could shatter the earth, you can't just go from zero to phantom in one step. But with internal energy, Golden Fan Young Master broke that rule—he was like a real ghost, flickering and drifting. His whip seemed alive, cracking through the air so fast that weaker fighters couldn't even see its path—just the explosions of dust on the ground.
"Hahaha! Feel my true power—let's see how long you last!" Golden Fan Young Master knew The Fool had no internal energy, so he kept attacking from a distance. No matter how quick The Fool dodged, he still took a few hits—his robe tore open, but instead of blood, cold air poured out, and icy lines crisscrossed his skin.
"What the heck?" Golden Fan Young Master was stunned—he'd unleashed all his power and still did no damage. What he didn't know was, The Fool still had the Golden Blade King's blade energy and Princess Flower Shifter's Bright Moon Skill battling inside his meridians like sworn enemies. These rare energies weren't easy to expel, and any outside force, like the whip's energy, was just like a leaf caught in a clash between two masters—shredded instantly, no other outcome.
While he was distracted, The Fool darted in close and chopped at Golden Fan Young Master's neck like a guillotine.
But Golden Fan Young Master only froze for a split second before countering with a palm strike to The Fool's chest, energy bursting out with a terrifying force. The Golden Blade King's blade energy and Princess Flower Shifter's skill weren't meant for defense, so a full-power palm like this could shatter anyone's heart.
Bang! With a soft thud, both stepped back. Their moves were vicious—one aiming for the neck, the other for the heart—but both held back, ready to switch tactics. In that instant, neither landed a direct hit: The Fool missed the neck, Golden Fan Young Master missed the heart. Both went for the safer target—Golden Fan Young Master took a poke to the shoulder, his energy surging as he retreated. The Fool blocked with his elbow, deflecting most of the force, but still took a shock.
A palm for a finger—looked like Golden Fan Young Master came out ahead. But in internal martial arts, a finger jab is no joke. His shoulder instantly swelled up, blood and energy raging inside like it would burst any second. "What the—?!" He turned pale and backed off, channeling his energy to calm the swelling, which finally started to shrink.
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The Fool wasn't about to let him get away—he stepped forward and reached out. His five pale, slender fingers gave off an inescapable vibe. Golden Fan Young Master gritted his teeth and triggered a mechanism; from the dragon's mouth of the whip, hidden weapons shot out. The Ninefold Dragon Fang Whip's nastiest trick is its nine deadly designs—the reverse blades are just the start. These Midnight Heart Poisoned Nails were blue-green and packed with potent toxins; one scratch and you'd be dead meat.
At such close range, nobody could dodge these sudden darts. With a series of thuds, the nails embedded themselves in The Fool. Golden Fan Young Master hadn't even started to laugh before The Fool grabbed his arm with perfect precision. With a surge of energy, The Fool squeezed, attacking Golden Fan Young Master's vitality—crack! Bones snapped. Golden Fan Young Master turned pale, fighting back with his own energy and using his free hand to unleash a nimble pressure-point technique on The Fool.
Cracking bones and trading blows, Golden Fan Young Master roared and pulled away. Gone was his graceful style—his right arm was swollen several times over, covered in huge, shifting lumps that looked ready to explode like a firecracker if you poked them with a needle.
"How are you not dead?!" Golden Fan Young Master stared at The Fool in horror—so much energy pumped into him, so many poisoned nails stuck in him, and he was still fine!
But The Fool just took a deep breath, stretched, and the nails clattered to the ground—without a drop of blood. Golden Fan Young Master's eyes widened: none of the nails were actually embedded, The Fool had pinched them in place! The moment the nails flew at him, his skin changed—like in Bleach when a sword is about to stab you, his skin dimpled, then squeezed the nails in a ring, trapping them!
"Quick, help!" Golden Fan Young Master yelled, retreating fast. The Fool started after him, but suddenly seductive music in the mist grew louder, multiplying its effect. Over on the palace maid side, several girls blushed and collapsed, their eyes fixed on the Underwear Men—faces flushed, staring in a daze.
The Fool wasn't affected, but inside him, three streams of energy finally began to churn. Golden Blade King's blade energy, Princess Flower Shifter's skill, and the energy Golden Fan Young Master injected with his pressure-point strike all started clashing under the influence of the music.
Golden Fan Young Master retreated to a distance, eyes full of malice. He pulled out a silver metal canister, aiming its beehive-like end at The Fool. "If the Midnight Heart Poisoned Nails can't kill you, then I'll bet the Hell-Piercing Needles will!" He didn't dare get close anymore, determined to use hidden weapons from afar—he was set on killing The Fool today, no matter what!
Faced with Golden Fan Young Master's kite-fighting tactics, The Fool sighed, disappointed to lose the close fight, then flipped out his Volcano Gun. So what if it's a kite fight? Bring it on!
Bang! The gunshot echoed fiercely through the valley.