Moran, rarely showing such an expression, looked as if he had heard something incredible.
After a few seconds, he looked at Wu Tian in surprise and said, "What spiritual cultivator? I don't know what you're talking about."
Wu Tian sneered, "It's come to this, and you're still pretending? Do you think I can't feel the spiritual energy on you?"
"No wonder you're so arrogant. A spiritual cultivator, that's normal."
"Who exactly are you?" Moran finally seemed less composed, his surprise deepening on his face.
Wu Tian continued to stare at him and said, "Whoever you are, that's who I am. It's just spiritual energy, as if only you can use it."
Moran's body trembled slightly. He said in shock, "You actually know about spiritual energy... No, what did you say? You're also a spiritual cultivator? How is that possible?"
Wu Tian smiled, "There aren't that many impossible things in the world. What you think is impossible is merely you looking at the sky from the bottom of a well."
"I was careless just now. Have another go if you dare?"
Moran fell silent for a moment, a storm churning in his heart.
After all, he had thought he could easily end this battle, but he hadn't expected the other party to be a spiritual cultivator as well, which made things much more complicated.
However, he would naturally not show any fear.
So after a moment of silence, he chuckled sinisterly, "So that's how it is. No wonder you performed so strongly earlier. It's indeed a piece of cake for a spiritual cultivator to deal with a martial artist."
He continued, "But then again, if you think I'll be afraid of you just because you're a spiritual cultivator, aren't you overestimating yourself?"
Wu Tian looked him straight in the eye, fearless and composed, and said softly, "You can try."
"I haven't encountered many spiritual cultivators, so this will be a good opportunity to gain some combat experience."
Wu Tian's calm demeanor made Moran's expression grow even more grim.
He didn't want to fight Wu Tian, because as fellow spiritual cultivators, he wasn't sure of Wu Tian's strength or if he had any backing.
But at the same time, he wanted to save face, so he said, "Friend, while I'm not afraid of you, since we're of the same kind, I think it's better to seek peace."
"How about this, apologize to the father and son of the Xia family right now?"
"Don't worry, with me mediating, I believe this matter can be resolved quickly."
Wu Tian raised his eyebrows slightly, then scoffed, "Do you know what nonsense you're spouting? You want me to apologize, and on what grounds? Is your face that important?"
Moran suppressed his anger and said, "Friend, a wise man knows when to yield. I hope you won't continue like this."
"As a spiritual cultivator, you bully a martial artist. Don't you find that shameful?"
Wu Tian laughed as if he had heard a joke, "You really know how to talk. Now you're lecturing me with these useless platitudes, but I'd rather ask you."
"Since spiritual cultivators shouldn't bully martial artists, tell me, can martial artists bully ordinary people?"
"When the Xia father and son were doing evil, why didn't you, their so-called friend, offer any counsel?"
"Let me tell you this, I must make the Xia father and son kneel before me today. Otherwise, forget about you, no one can stop me!"
Wu Tian's words were too simple and crude.
It was equivalent to throwing Moran's face on the ground and then stomping on it twice.
His nose twitched slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Friend, I have been very patient, and I'm only doing this to avoid escalating the situation."
"But if you insist on not listening to me, then don't blame me for being impolite!"
Wu Tian said mockingly, "Spare me. If you're scared, just admit it, why all these high-sounding excuses?"
"Do you think these words can hide the fact that you're a coward?"
He continued aggressively, "I just want to fight, what can you do to me?"
"We are both spiritual cultivators, am I afraid of you?"
*Slap!*
Moran's anger surged. In his fury, he snapped the paper fan in his hand in half!
"You impudent fool!"
He finally dropped his pretense of being a gentleman, gritting his teeth and saying, "You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, is that it!"
"If that's the case, then today I will let you witness the vast difference between spiritual cultivators!"
After saying this, Moran charged at Wu Tian.
Facing Moran's assault, Wu Tian did not dare to be negligent and rushed forward as well.
The two began to fight fiercely, their auras terrifying!
Every exchange was thrilling, and the spiritual energy that shot out even kicked up dust on the ground.
Such a battle could only exist in fantasy novels, their figures intertwined, coming and going, their movements so fast they were almost invisible.
Moran's fighting style was to use his fists, specifically his right fist.
With every punch he threw, an invisible gust of wind would erupt.
Wu Tian, on the other hand, strengthened his body with spiritual energy, and with every punch and kick, he could shatter that gust of wind!
Xia Yu and Xia Shanfeng watched this intense scene, dumbfounded.
Such a battle was completely beyond their comprehension.
Even as martial artists, they couldn't imagine that humans could unleash such terrifying power!
"Dad, Daddy..." Xia Yu stammered, "Are they still human? This... this is too terrifying!"
Xia Shanfeng also said in a daze, "I never expected that guy to be a spiritual cultivator too..."
"Let's just watch quietly. This is no longer something we can interfere with."
While the Xia father and son were still talking, Wu Tian and Moran had already exchanged more than a dozen blows.
Neither side had sustained any injuries, but the atmosphere had clearly become extremely tense.
Suddenly, both sides retreated as if by agreement.
They looked at each other, remaining silent for a long time.
Wu Tian was somewhat surprised. This Moran was definitely not an ordinary spiritual cultivator. Although he wasn't at Su Qiannai's level, he was much stronger than Chen Niu's previous helper.
Moran's surprise, however, was even greater than Wu Tian's.
Because he knew that among spiritual cultivators, he was considered one of the stronger ones, yet Wu Tian could fight him to a draw. This was truly abnormal.
He couldn't help but ask, "Friend, who exactly are you?"
"Are you, like me, from a hidden spiritual sect?"
Hidden spiritual sect?
Hearing Moran's words, Wu Tian's heart skipped a beat.