"You bastard! Don't think this is over when you lose!"

Sheathing back the blade, Wu Tian had not much to do anyway. This sword was too precious to him.

Glaring at the tall opponent, he clenched his hardened fist until dust fell down. "Ha!" A powerful punch incoming, it was stopped by the white robed man's right palm. Tightening this hand, Wu Tian's fist was caught.

Raising his brows, he dared not imagine what might come next. His advantage was gone, and so was his chance. Still with some resources, his blocked punch squirmed. Unable to open his palm, he still tried. [Dual Peaks Strike]!

Sensing a familiar aura, the youth looked down on the caught fist, seeing an earthly shockwave erupt from it. He felt pressure in his right arm, wind blowing away his hair. He recognized it as the method the old man used against his sister. "Fucker! You dare use it again?!" Lowering his right arm, Wu Tian's own was dragged along with it. However, it only went on for a few moments, barely having moved at all.

His turn to be confused, the white robed youth was suddenly lifted like a bag of rice. "What?" He was much stronger than his opponent, yet he forgot about his own weight. Without the ability to fly, and therefore contradict gravity, his strength did not help against it. He certainly was heavy due to his cultivation, but not heavy enough when compared to the [Mountainous Incarnation] coupled with a level three Warrior cultivation base.

Smacked to the ground like a whip, the orange stone shattered slightly. Wu Tian had to give this material credit for its robustness. He also knew this tactic to be pointless. Indeed so, the youth was seen laying on the ground dumbfounded, but unharmed. A little throw would not injure a level five Warrior. Or so Wu Tian thought.

The man seemed fine, but his tight jaw looked odd. His eyes were also tearing up. Guizou explained once he saw the doubt in the disciple's mind. "Five thousand pounds of casual force will not injure him. But a throw with so much power added to his own weight and the orange stone's resilience makes it much more powerful. It won't be enough to seriously injure him, but it can daze him for a bit."

Smirking at the new piece of knowledge, Wu Tian tried to repeat the process. Lifting the man as if nothing, his own feet were rooted a few millimeters into the ground. Wu Tian simply did not have the strength to get a better footing. However, by continuously exerting sideways push or pull forces, such as widening his legs indefinitely, he could use the measly depth to its fullest potential.

He felt a small strain on his hips, but did not mind otherwise.

Sending the white robed youth into the air, he saw him release his hand, letting him fly away. Watching the young man slowly get further away above, Wu Tian paid no attention to a golden brown staff of many rings attached smacking his abdomen. "Pff!" Some oxygen forcefully exhaled due to the surprise and power, Wu Tian's feet departed from the orange stone despite the constant pushing force of his legs.

Sent a couple meters away only due to his tremendous weight, he still noticed a crack on his torso. It began at the abdomen, continuing like a spiderweb until it faded away near his sides, upper pectorals and quadriceps. His head still looking at the damage dumbfounded, the young lady did not halt her attacks.

Another sideway strike colliding, the staff had been imbued in Qi, making it glow a faint cobalt shade. It appeared like a coating of blue and white bubbles roamed around this piece of what could be brass.

Unable to dodge in time, Wu Tian clenched his teeth, his face turning ugly due to the overall exertion of his muscles.

The staff connecting on the previous crack, his armor shattered into light particles. His bare skin was exposed, suddenly assaulted under a mixture of heat and cold. Closing his eyes tightly from the pain, he was this time sent flying like a pebble back to the entrance.

Growling at the pitiful outcome, he glared at his smug master. "It was two versus one! That's not fair!" Guizou only shrugged before invading his mind.

Still with most of his body within the mountain, Wu Tian's opened his eyes. His armor reformed on the spot.

Narrowing her eyes, the young lady had her right shoulder patted. It was the young man, holding his neck with wrath. "This decrepit fuck is tough! But it's not the first time we bully old people!"

Wu Tian's flesh slowly getting back up, he looked as before, except more relaxed. His arms did not take any stance, left at his sides. The stone mask was devoid of markings or engravings. And therefore, the two siblings could not deduce the overall damage dealt.

Gripping his dagger harder, the young man's right palm almost turned white. The young lady stabbed her staff down forward. Wu Tian suddenly spoke, his voice quite deep. "You both are not too bad I must say. For level five Warriors, I saw better, but then again, I am old as you said."

To deal with two little Warriors, Guizou did not wish to spend too much. Qi began to condense near him, a small domain of spiritual energy forming an invisible vortex, draining the surroundings of this miraculous energy.

The two could see it, having enough talent to use Qi since the Mortal Realm. The sheer amount drawn made them pale in apprehension. Suddenly, a dark pink ethereal blade extended from the armored man's sole index and middle fingers. It was as long as the longsword was, but appeared much more threatening.

The young lady was the first to recover from their agape mouths. "That's... Qi manifestation?!" Guizou humored her with a dry chuckle. "Qi manifestation, Qi manipulation, Qi this, energy that and whatever. Why are you so scared? Do you not hold middle grade Warrior artifacts?"

Clenching their weapons, their frown did not dissipate after the small talk. The young man leaned and hushed to her gently. "Let's drag this on and wait for Elder Song to-" "Damn it!" Still close to her ear, he suddenly shouted, birthing a painful buzz in her head. Not to be blamed however, as Wu Tian's sturdy armored body was suddenly right in front of him, the pink blade retracted. He did not even notice the speed, the real Wu Tian clapping in his mind. "I'm so stupid! I should've done that!" He was also surprised to see his master utilize the reabsorbed blade of Qi as such.

Raising his dagger while bending his entire body backward, the young man was visibly flustered, a mighty punch of rock coming down like a meteor. Desperately trying to first clash using his small dagger, the punch simply passed right through his weapon, arm and torso. ?? Confused to say the least, he closed his eyes from fear before realizing the pain to have never arrived. Opening them a fraction of a second later, the enemy was no longer above him. He only saw orange dye his vision up above.

Before he could wander his field of view some more, the expected pain flooded his brain. Clenching his entire being, his body was being bent from the spine. Guizou had used [Mirrored Strike], forming an illusion of speed above while he aimed from the bottom. His crouched figure was fluid in its motions, the white robed man coughing his lungs out before being sent a dozen meters into the air.

As he stood back up, the young lady noticed his feet to be deeply engraved into the rigid orange stone, faint cracks near them.

Showing a frown, Guizou looked at the damaged scales on Wu Tian's left fist. Defensive artifact? How come I didn't see it? Was it too low level for me to notice? Doesn't really matter though... As his thought rapidly vanished to the back of his subconscious, a loud thump echoed. The young man had brutally landed, yet the damage dealt because of it would never compare to the earlier punch. "Argh! I... I can't...!" Wheezing like a dying laboratory subject, he tried to probe his back with his arms. He twisted on the ground like a maggot before crying aloud. "M... my... my back!!! I can't feel anything!!!" Screeching like a banshee, his tears of panic fell like waterfalls.

The young lady paled at the sight, and so did an old man from afar.

The youth suddenly realized that this was no joke or wrong perception. He could indeed not feel nor move anything from the middle of his chest down!

"Don't worry young man, I only crippled your future, nothing worth crying about." Dismissing the yelps, Guizou locked onto the young lady, another, smaller surge of Qi rushing into the stone being.

The former translucent dark pink blade coming back out from the fingertips, Guizou wielded it casually. A single step crossing the distance, Guizou narrowed his eyes before negating all momentum. Coming to a screeching halt a mere meter away, a blurry figure landed in between them.

Audibly scoffing, the blade elongated a few dozens of centimeters more. He kept it angled toward the ceiling, patiently waiting as dust clouds cleared.

A man fully covered in black was standing there. He gently pulled his mask down, showing his face. The young man and woman immediately recognized him. "Zhihao?!" They exclaimed in surprise at once.

The dark robed man merely nodded, gesturing for them to leave. The young man looked pained. "Where have you been all this time?! We worried for so long!"

The man named Zhihao frowned. "I was always here. I am a guard of the sect mistress. This isn't the time for that, I was charged to deal with the intruder here." Seeing the dark man exude a much more profound pressure, Guizou merely raised a brow, kicking the ground. Still level five? Is that kid stupid?

The distance closed in a heartbeat, Wu Tian's left arm swung from left to right as if nothing, his two fingers nearly drawing into the air.

The dark robed man scoffed before trying to parry the pink blade with a well maintained sword. The blade was extremely thin, yet just as resilient. The young man paralyzed was shocked by this artifact. "What kind of-" But before he could finish exposing his awe, the blade was sliced like butter, the pink ethereal blade decapitating the young man on the spot.

Widening their eyes further, the duo was in complete denial, to which Guizou chuckled. "Who said I was even taking this seriously in the first place?"