The five from Linfen looked at Mo Chuan at the neighboring table, their expressions a mix of contempt and anger.
"What? Did we do something wrong?" The tall, thin man narrowed his eyes, picked up a piece of cabbage with his chopsticks, chewed it, and spat it onto the table. "Pah! Truly disgusting! Even dogs wouldn't eat this!"
Mo Chuan's group of five and the restaurant owner's faces darkened.
"If you can't speak properly, you should donate your mouth to someone who needs it," Zhang Hanshan said coldly.
The tall, burly man from the Linfen group stood up directly, walked to Mo Chuan in a few steps, and looked down at him, saying, "Not convinced?"
Before Mo Chuan could answer, the tall man grabbed Mo Chuan's collar and violently lifted him up, saying, "If you're not convinced, just hold it in, you idiot."
Seeing this, both sides stood up, and the atmosphere instantly became tense. Mo Fei even summoned the Chengying sword.
Mo Chuan first waved to stop his teammates, then said quietly, "Let go."
"What if I don't?" The tall man grinned, white fine hairs appearing on his face, clearly indicating an animal-type ability.
"Then you'll regret it, Hell's Curse."
As Mo Chuan finished speaking, the short-sleeved school uniform on his body gradually elongated, growing a back hem and long sleeves, transforming into a robe like a windbreaker; the blue and white gradually faded, turning into dark green and black; his short black hair gradually grew longer, fluttering in the non-existent wind; his black eyes also began to emit a faint green light, and his entire being seemed like an evil spirit emerging from hell.
The tall man felt the chilling and desolate aura emanating from Mo Chuan, and cold sweat had unknowingly soaked his back. He gritted his teeth, held Mo Chuan's neck with one hand, and clenched his fist with the other, saying, "Putting on a show! I'll just hit you and that'll settle it!"
With that, the tall man punched Mo Chuan's abdomen, but the expected soft, warm touch and the other's scream and retching did not come.
On the contrary, all that came was the cold touch of his fist and a slight bone-cracking pain as if he had hit steel, along with Mo Chuan's calm voice, sounding like a demonic whisper:
"Finished?"
The tall man immediately threw Mo Chuan to the ground. He retreated several steps in terror, pointing at Mo Chuan and exclaiming, "You're not human! You're a ghost! A ghost!"
"Me? A ghost? Heh heh heh..." Mo Chuan slowly approached the tall man, speaking in a voice only he and his group could hear, "Quite possibly..."
"Ah!..." The purple-haired woman screamed in fear, grabbing the hand of the black-haired woman next to her and saying, "Xiao... Xiaoru... he... he's a ghost..."
"Sister Lili, he's human, alive," the woman called Xiaoru shook her head and said to the tall man, "Ye Shaolong, you've kicked a steel plate. Let's go, don't embarrass yourself further."
Ye Shaolong didn't want to listen to Xiaoru, but under the cold gaze of the short boy, he turned his head with apprehension and then, forcing himself to stand up, prepared to leave.
As the five from Linfen were about to leave, Mo Chuan quietly stood in front of them, blocking their path and saying, "Coming and going as you please, have you forgotten something?"
Ye Shaolong was about to speak when Xiaoru stopped him with a look. She turned to Mo Chuan and asked, "What do you want?"
"First, you guys came here to cause trouble for no reason and damaged the restaurant's reputation. You should compensate them, shouldn't you?"
Xiaoru nodded and placed a bank card on the table. "There's over a hundred thousand in it, the password is six zeros. Take it."
"Second," Mo Chuan pointed at the vegetables the tall, thin man had touched, "You touched these vegetables. Whether you eat them later or not, you still have to pay for them, right?"
"I'll pay for the vegetables," Xiaoru said calmly.
"Third," Mo Chuan smiled and pointed at Ye Shaolong, "He punched me, and I want to punch him back."
"You're completely fine, and you almost broke my hand!" Ye Shaolong angrily cursed, "My fist is still swollen now!"
"That's your problem," Mo Chuan looked at Ye Shaolong coldly. "If I weren't this strong, and you had injured me, would you guys be talking so reasonably now?"
"You!" Ye Shaolong was about to lash out again, but Xiaoru stopped him once more, saying to Mo Chuan, " We can give you something else to compensate for your loss."
"I say the same thing, if I had been injured, would you compensate me?" Mo Chuan pointed at Ye Shaolong. "Have him come and take a punch."
"Leave some room for others, and you'll have room yourself later," Xiaoru said with a cold face.
Mo Chuan chuckled after hearing this, "He didn't leave us any room either, he just attacked directly."
Before anyone could react, Mo Chuan stepped in front of Ye Shaolong and punched him in the abdomen.
Although Mo Chuan's attack power was not high, he had undergone three weeks of combat training. This punch, while not directly knocking Ye Shaolong down, made him clutch his stomach and retch.
"You!" Just as both sides were about to engage, Xiaoru stopped her teammates again and said with a cold face, "Let's go."
Under the confused gazes of her teammates, Xiaoru bypassed Mo Chuan and walked out of the restaurant.
After the five from Linfen left, Mo Fei quickly patted Mo Chuan all over, asking, "Brother! Are you okay?"
"I'm fine... Don't randomly display your abilities in the future. Do you really want the whole world to know you awakened the Chengying sword!" After speaking, Mo Chuan raised his hand and lightly flicked Mo Fei on the head. Mo Fei cooperatively held his forehead and squatted on the ground, trembling.
Meanwhile, outside the restaurant.
"Xu Ziru! Why are you so cowardly? Aren't they just a bunch of trash?" Ye Shaolong said indignantly.
"You were beaten black and blue by the trash you're talking about. You lost, and you lost completely," Xu Ziru said quietly.
"You!" Ye Shaolong was about to flare up again when the short boy beside him grabbed his wrist and, with a twist, threw Ye Shaolong to the ground.
"Calm down. If you have time to be angry, it's better to cultivate yourself. Don't worry, you'll have a chance for revenge," Xu Ziru said, looking at Ye Shaolong struggling to get up from the ground.
"Are they also going to..." the tall, thin man asked, recalling the scene just now.
"That's right, they are also participating in the special recruitment examination," Xu Ziru adjusted her glasses. "There's a policy change this year. Because in two years, the Hyakki Yagyō will begin in Neon. To reduce losses in the eastern coastal cities, this year's and next year's special recruits will undergo accelerated growth."
"?" A hint of confusion flashed in the eyes of the four.
"In other words, this year's fixed event, 'Secret Realm Survival,' will have its rules changed. You can kill members of other teams," Xu Ziru pushed her glasses up her nose. "Ye Shaolong, this is your chance for revenge."
...
At the same time, on Erlang Temple Street.
"Is what you're saying true?" Wu Chang narrowed his eyes and asked.
"Absolutely true, Your Excellency! These are the results of me tracking him for three weeks. I know almost everything about this kid!" The Multi-eyed Ghost General slammed his head onto the ground.
"...Alright, I will go meet Lord Taishan. I hope your intelligence is correct." Wu Chang stood up from the sofa, swiped his finger over a token, and a black teleportation skill erupted from the ground. Wu Chang slowly stepped into it, leaving the Multi-eyed Ghost trembling in place.