C116 (2/2)

”But I'm not living in the Nangong Family, why would I help the Nangong Family?” Ye Wen asked with a cold smile.

”You don't want to help me?” Lu Kun's face sank. Even though your martial arts are not weak, do you really think that I do not know any martial arts? ”

Lu Kun's words were full of threatening intent. He stood up, clenching his fists tightly, and looked at Ye Mo Han provocatively. The world was silent. The grass on top of the tomb stopped swaying, quietly watching the two people.

”If you lose, then help me. If you win, then please leave.” The calm and composed Ye Mo Han was still sitting on the ground, which made Lu Kun a little nervous. After he finished speaking, his fists rained down on Ye Han. A person selected by the patriarch of the Nangong family to hide in the Lu family for ten years, of course he would want to learn kung fu. Lu Kun's punches were very accurate, very quick, and also very ruthless. Moreover, he took advantage of Ye Wen's cold indifference when he made his move.

The two of them were very close and Lu Kunzhi was sure to win. He felt that as long as Ye Mo Han took two of his punches, he would no longer have the strength to fight back. Lu Kun's fist had indeed landed on the ground, but it didn't land on Ye Mo Han's body. Many fist marks had been left on the ground where Ye Mo was sitting earlier. Lu Kun's two fists had caused dozens of holes in the dry ground. The holes were like the eyes of a lonely grave. They helplessly looked at Ye Mo Han and Lu Kun. When Lu Kun turned around, Ye Wen was already three meters away. Lu Kun frowned as he threw a punch towards Ye Mo Han. With a 'kacha' sound, the two fists collided. Lu Kun's miserable scream resounded in the wilderness, sounding like the howls of ghosts. It was especially mournful in the unmarked cemetery.

Lu Kun's fist technique was not bad, but his inner force was not as good as Ye Mo Han's. When he raised his fists to attack Ye Mo Han once again, Ye Mo Han also channeled his Qi into his arms, and punched out with all his might. When the two fists collided, Lu Kun's arm was actually broken. This change was outside of Ye Wen's expectations. Ye Mo dodged Lu Kun's first attack. He looked at the dent in the ground created by Lu Kun's fists and said that he had encountered a strong opponent. Little did he know that Lu Kun had never fought with anyone in the past ten years, and his kung fu was inferior to Zhang Xuan's. Even when Lu Kun saw the hole in the ground that his Fast Fist Art created, he couldn't help but feel conceited.

Lu Kun's left hand held onto the broken right hand as he writhed on the ground in pain, crying out in pain. Ye Wen could not bear it any longer and took the bone. After receiving the letter, Lu Kun looked gratefully at Ye Chanhan, his tone filled with unwillingness, ”I haven't used martial arts in ten years. I didn't expect that martial arts would change so quickly.”

”It's good to be anonymous for a lifetime.” When Ye Mo Han said this to Lu Kun, was he also saying it to himself? Had he grown tired of the dispute?

Lu Kun was helpless, but also a little angry, ”I'm not willing to let someone drive me for more than thirty years to hide my name for the rest of my life.”

Ye Mo Han didn't say anything, he just stood up and left. The Nangong Family would not wantonly search for him because of his escape. Similarly, the Lu Family would not wantonly spread the news of the betrayal of a servant. Lu Kun's role in the Nangong Family and the Lu Family would sometimes be very important, but sometimes it would also be insignificant. This was an awkward position. People sometimes felt that they could turn the tables around, but sometimes they didn't feel like they existed at all. The current Lu Kun didn't have the slightest feeling of existence. As he watched Ye Mo Han slowly disappear into the distance, he took out a dagger from his chest in despair and stabbed it into his own body …

Ye Mo Han heard the sound of iron being stabbed into flesh. The sound was dull and clean, like the sound of a powerful foot stepping on thick snow. Ye Han was very familiar with this sound, and it was the same sound he made when he stabbed people. Lu Kun didn't want to live without a name, and would be caught very soon. The result of being caught was death, and since he was going to die, there was still a trace of dignity left in his hands.

Dignity was something that could be ignored. Some people used their dignity in exchange for luxurious food, but there were also people who used their lives to defend it. Every kind of person was right, every kind of person was wrong.