Chapter 211 – The More You Endure, the More Furious You Get; The More You Retreat, the More Resentful You Feel

“Reclaim what? I never lost anything.”

Liu Daoyuan snorted lightly and turned his face away.

Lu Yuan stood up and opened all the curtains in the room.

Only then could he fully see Liu Daoyuan’s current state.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, with his right arm twisted in a grotesque way.

The skin and flesh were torn apart, revealing a dense network of wires underneath, some of which were already severed and occasionally sparking with small blue flashes.

The left pant leg was completely empty, the original mechanical prosthesis nowhere to be found.

There also seemed to be a wound on his chest, with his shirt stained with patches of blood.

Feeling Lu Yuan’s scrutinizing gaze, Liu Daoyuan snorted coldly and said, “There’s nothing much to see. I just broke two prosthetic limbs. I already sent Liu Si to fetch replacements.

Those two guys each took a kick from me; they won’t be much better off. They’re probably spitting blood as we speak…”

Hmm, still as stubborn as ever. Looks like his injuries aren’t too severe after all.

Lu Yuan scanned the room briefly, his eyes locking onto something.

He walked over and picked up a bottle of fruit-flavored soda from the drink rack.

He opened it and handed it to Liu Daoyuan.

“Tell me, what exactly happened?”

Lu Yuan sat down on the sofa opposite Liu Daoyuan and looked at him.

Liu Daoyuan grabbed the soda with his good left hand and was just about to drink. Upon hearing this question, he crushed the can with a “crunch.”

The soda inside quickly flowed down through his fingers.

“What could it be? Someone simply doesn’t like our crane style and wants to take us out.”

Liu Daoyuan’s tone was cold, and his eyes flashed with a vicious look, appearing ready to tear someone apart.

“Do you have any suspects?”

Lu Yuan stood up to get him another drink and handed it to him.

“Yes.”

Liu Daoyuan took the drink but didn’t crush it this time. He gently sipped it.

“Who?”

Lu Yuan’s expression changed, and he quickly asked.

Liu Daoyuan shook his head. “Too many to tell who exactly.”

“…”

Alright then.

Lu Yuan chose to give up on extracting clues from Liu Daoyuan; asking him seemed less effective than investigating on his own.

The two of them were silent for a while.

Lu Yuan’s gaze inadvertently fell once again on Liu Daoyuan’s twisted right arm and empty left pant leg.

After a moment, he asked, “So, how do you plan to get back at them?”

“What else can I do?”

Liu Daoyuan’s eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he said coldly, “I’ll beat them one by one.”

“Then let me take you now.”

Lu Yuan rose from his chair.

He was stopped by Liu Daoyuan’s outstretched hand.

“Not right now.”

Liu Daoyuan shook his head. “The Tournament starts officially tomorrow. If you go seeking revenge now, you might get disqualified from competing.

Our main purpose this time is for you to gain practical combat experience and to break into the top sixteen, securing a ticket to martial saint island… Until that goal is achieved, we can’t afford any side issues.”

“You weren’t worried about disqualification when you were causing trouble a few days ago.”

Lu Yuan looked at him calmly.

“You said it yourself, that was me.”

Liu Daoyuan replied, “I’m not competing, so what’s there to fear? Besides, the Penglai Holy Envoy didn’t arrive until later. The situation is different now.

That guy excels at tilting the scales unfairly. If you cause trouble now, you’re just handing them an excuse to mess with you. And…”

Liu Daoyuan paused and continued, “Although your current strength is quite good, you’ve only been at the True Intent level for a short while. Competing against veteran sect leader level fighters puts you at a disadvantage.”

Lu Yuan stared at him, his eyes moving over Liu Daoyuan’s various injuries, and then spoke abruptly, “So… should we just let this go for now?”

Liu Daoyuan nodded. “We have to. Let’s endure it for now…”

He sighed softly and drank the soda in one gulp.

He was clearly drinking soda, but there was a distinct air of bitter resignation, as if he were downing alcohol.

“When you get into the arena tomorrow, if you encounter any of them, make sure to give them a good beating for me.”

“Alright. Have it your way.”

Lu Yuan sighed deeply and nodded.

Since Old Liu, the victim, had decided to swallow his pride and endure,

Lu Yuan had nothing more to say.

The night was serene like water.

Lamp posts along the sidewalk in the villa area glowed softly, casting a gentle and delicate light.

The sound of wheels rolling startled a cat lounging by the curb, causing it to dash into the nearby bushes.

Under the streetlights, a tall figure pushing a wheelchair came to a stop in front of a brightly lit villa.

“Who’s there?!”

The arrival caught the attention of two strong young men guarding the main entrance of the villa. They shouted loudly, attempting to drive them away.

“This is the Southern Fight Sect’s rest area. If you have no business here, leave immediately!”

But neither the person pushing the wheelchair nor the one sitting in it paid any attention to the shouts.

“I told you before… the more you endure, the furious you get; the more you retreat, the more resentful you feel.”

Lu Yuan looked down and spoke softly to Liu Daoyuan, who was seated in the wheelchair. “See? I knew you wouldn’t just let this go.”

“Nonsense!”

Liu Daoyuan, who sat in the wheelchair, seemed to be in a state of high excitement.

He cursed, and the blue light in his electronic eyes flashed intermittently.

“If you had told me earlier that you had reached this level of power and had a way to bypass that damned tournament to get tickets to martial saint island, do you think I could swallow this anger?!”

“Hahaha!”

As he spoke, Liu Daoyuan burst into laughter.

He seemed almost manic, unable to contain his excitement and nearly flailing about.

“Alright, alright.”

Lu Yuan crouched down, checking Liu Daoyuan’s body and then his face.

He said, “How are your injuries? When the fight starts, I might not be able to look after you.

If someone catches you off-guard and uses you to make me comply or something…”

“Stop worrying about me!”

Liu Daoyuan laughed and cursed, “I’m in top condition now. Even if that Penglai Holy Envoy shows up today, I could still kick his ass before walking away.”

“That’s good.”

Lu Yuan nodded reassuringly.

Then, lowering his gaze slightly, he murmured, “Don’t worry, teacher. Today… I’ll only use crane style techniques.”

Blue light flashed intensely in Liu Daoyuan’s eyes.

After speaking, Lu Yuan stood up and faced the villa’s main gate.

The next second…

“Boom!”

The two black iron gates of the villa, along with the two burly gatekeepers, flew inward.

With a heavy crash, they slammed into the inner doors of the villa, causing the thick wooden doors to collapse inward.

The sudden explosion of noise startled everyone inside the villa.

In less than a breath, more than a dozen agile figures rushed out from within.

“Who dares to cause trouble at our Southern Fight Sect?!”

A middle-aged man with narrow eyes and a cold demeanor, dressed in white, looked at the chaotic scene at the entrance with a mix of surprise and anger.

He immediately spotted Liu Daoyuan sitting in the wheelchair and, in a rage, burst into a mocking laugh.

“Liu Daoyuan, it’s you again?! Fine, fine. I spared you last time, and yet you dare come back. You really won’t shed a tear until you see the coffin.”

The middle-aged man in white scanned Liu Daoyuan with a fierce look and said harshly, “Today, you won’t be taking your remaining arm and leg back with you.”

Unexpectedly, hearing this, Liu Daoyuan, sitting in the wheelchair, didn’t get angry. Instead, he smiled brightly.

Before the man in white could furrow his brows in confusion, his vision blurred, and he saw a tall and handsome young man casually step in front of Liu Daoyuan.

With a polite smile on his face, the young man slightly cupped his hands and said, “A True Disciple of Crane Style, here to learn from… oh no.”

Before he could finish, the young man suddenly corrected himself, wearing an apologetic expression.

“Sorry, sorry, I misspoke. Let me try that again.”

Having said this, the warmth disappeared from the young man’s face, and his demeanor turned cold.

He slightly flexed his body, producing a series of faint bone-cracking sounds.

Then, he grinned at the white-clad man, revealing a row of pristine, sharp teeth.

He then spoke clearly, word by word:

“A True Disciple of Crane Style, here for… revenge!”

In the next instant, it seemed as if a dazzling white crane shadow flashed through the night.

And then…

With a resounding “bang,” a figure was sent flying like a broken kite, blood splattering in the air.

In the streetlight’s glow,

Liu Daoyuan’s smile grew wider and wider, until it blossomed into laughter, melding with the occasional gasps and muffled groans emanating from the scene.

Under the streetlight, two figures walked one behind the other, maintaining a leisurely pace.

The light projected onto their backs, making the words “Moon Shadow” on their clothes glimmer faintly.

With his head hanging low, Sun Zhihua listened to his uncle, Sun Zhengli, also the current sect leader of the Moon Shadow Sect, scold him.

“I used to hear that you were enthusiastic and generous, making friends everywhere— I thought that was good. At least the energy you didn’t spend on practicing was used to build your network and gather resources.”

“But now, I realize, those so-called friends you made are nothing but a bunch of hooligans!”

“They’re even worse than hooligans! A former True Disciple of the Sky Water Stream Crane Style—do you know what that means?”

“A disciple of the Poison-Handed Crane Demon, Liu Daoyuan! Do you want our Moon Shadow Sect’s reputation to be as foul as the Poison-Handed Crane Demon’s?”

“It’s not that serious, Uncle.”

Sun Zhihua retorted helplessly, “The Poison-Handed Crane Demon is the Poison-Handed Crane Demon, and a disciple is just a disciple. I think he’s a good person; he’s also my girlfriend’s best friend’s younger brother. Besides, his martial arts talent is exceptionally high, and he’s incredibly strong…”

“Ha—!”

Sun Zhengli let out a cold laugh. “Dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes to phoenixes, and rats give birth only to tunnel diggers. An evil old man’s disciple is surely a little fiend cut from the same cloth, and you’re actually defending him?”

“Martial arts talent? Strength? That’s because you’ve been slacking off in your own training, so everyone else appears strong to you!”

“Later, I’ll take you to visit the Heart Refining Sect leader. If you manage to befriend Xue Guangyao, one of the Twin Stars of the southern part, it’ll be worth more than a hundred of those hooligans.”

Sun Zhengli gave Sun Zhihua a stern look, instructing seriously, “Remember, the Heart Refining Sect has always had a grudge against the Poison-Handed Crane Demon. When you meet them, don’t spout any of your usual nonsense!”

“Got it.”

Sun Zhihua responded sullenly and kept his head down, obediently following along.

Both walked for a while and were nearing the villa where the Heart Refining Sect was stationed.

Suddenly.

“Boom!”

A loud explosion came from ahead.

Both men were startled. Without a moment’s hesitation, they swiftly used their Movement Techniques to hurry towards the source of the sound.

It didn’t take long for them to reach their destination.

They discovered it was indeed the Heart Refining Sect’s villa they intended to visit.

At this moment, the main gate of the villa, where the Heart Refining Sect disciples resided, was nowhere to be seen.

In the courtyard of the villa, two groups were silently facing off against each other.

One of the groups was naturally the familiar faces of the Heart Refining Sect.

When Sun Zhengli saw the people in the other group, his pupils instantly contracted.

“The Poison-Handed Crane Demon, Liu Daoyuan?!”

Immediately following that, a look of intense shock and disbelief spread across Sun Zhengli’s face.

“Is Liu Daoyuan out of his mind? Sitting in a wheelchair in the middle of the night…and coming to the Heart Refining Sect to cause trouble? Has he lost his mind?!”