Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Humph……"

Mo Zi looked at the flute master's ugly appearance, his stomach churned, disgust welled up from the bottom of his heart, his brows knitted tightly into the shape of a "chuan" character, his eyes shot at the flute master like a knife, and he coldly scolded:

"Put away your disgusting look! Look at your face, drooling all over the place, you're like a mad dog that's found a bone. Since we're going to compete on flute skills, don't dawdle and get started!"

"Hahaha, I can't wait to see you admit defeat!"

When the flute player heard this, his scarlet eyes instantly burst into excitement. He couldn't wait to put the flute to his lips and blew it first.

In an instant, the sharp and piercing sound of the flute was like countless rusty saws, violently tearing the air apart.

"Squeak-squeak-"

The sound was like a black evil wind, sweeping across the entire valley.

The trees in the valley trembled at the sound of the flute. The leaves swirled and fell wildly, and the branches could not bear the weight and made crackling sounds.

The originally clear sky was instantly covered by a layer of strange dark clouds, becoming dark and depressing, as if the end of the world was approaching.

Amid the sound of the flute, the shadow of a ferocious beast appeared faintly, pouncing towards Mo Zi with its fangs and claws bared.

After the song was over, the flute player glanced at Mo Zi with a smug sneer on his face, his laughter full of mockery:

"Humph, if you admit defeat now and kneel down to beg me, perhaps I can show mercy and spare your life and let you live."

"Who are you looking down on?"

Mo Zi's expression was calm, like a bottomless pool. He turned a deaf ear to the flute player's provocation and slowly placed the Fengming Jade Flute to his lips.

"bell……"

In an instant, a stream of ethereal and clear music flowed out, like a clear spring in the mountains, tinkling and donging, cleansing everyone's soul.

Wherever the sound of the flute reached, ice-blue light spread out like ripples, and the vegetation in the valley that had been destroyed by the flute player regained vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The withered flowers bloomed again, with crystal dewdrops hanging on the petals, emitting bursts of fragrance; new buds sprouted from the broken branches, and the tender green leaves swayed gently in the breeze.

The dark clouds in the sky were dispersed by this pure power, and the sunlight poured down again, illuminating every corner.

A phoenix formed by light was circling and dancing around Mo Zi, singing loudly. Its posture was elegant and noble, and breathtakingly beautiful.

"The power of the Ice Phoenix..."

After listening to this, the flute player nodded unconsciously, a complex expression flashing across his face, first surprise, then unwillingness:

"I never thought you had such ability. You're indeed quite good, but compared to me, you're still a little behind! You think you can beat me? You're simply dreaming!"

After saying this, he took a deep breath and played again, the madness on his face becoming more and more obvious, and he shouted loudly:

"Next, I'll show you true terror! This time, I'm going to make you lose completely and beg for mercy on your knees!"

"boom……"

This time, the sound of the flute was like a surging black tide, rushing towards you with the momentum to destroy everything.

The ground in the valley began to shake violently. With a "boom," huge rocks rolled down from the mountain, smashing around and stirring up dust all over the sky.

The air was filled with a foul smell, as if the gates of hell had been opened. The wailing of countless evil spirits mixed with the sound of the flute was creepy.

The surrounding space seemed to be distorted by the sound of the flute, and cracks appeared on the ground where Mo Zi was standing.

Mo Zi bit his lower lip tightly, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his eyes revealed a stubborn look, and he responded without flinching:

"Don't get complacent too soon, the outcome is still uncertain! Your little tricks can't scare me!"

After saying this, she took a deep breath and continued to play the Fengming Jade Flute.

Her hair danced wildly to the sound of the flute, and her ice-blue eyes flashed with determination.

"Uh……"

However, despite Mo Zi's best efforts, the flute player's flute sound became more and more powerful, like an insurmountable mountain, pressing her to the point of suffocation.

The flute player played while bursting into laughter:

"Give up! You are no match for me! In front of my flute, you are just an ant. Struggling is futile!"

Mo Zi's forehead was covered with sweat, and his body was trembling slightly, but he still held the Fengming Jade Flute tightly, and said in a firm tone:

"I will never bow down to a cat like you! As long as I have breath left in me, I will not admit defeat!"

Finally, under the impact of the flute master's flute sound like a raging wave, the dark purple phoenix shadow gradually became blurred until it dissipated.

"Uh……"

Her face turned pale in an instant, her body swayed, and she almost lost her balance, but she still held the Fengming Jade Flute tightly, refusing to admit defeat, with an unyielding fire burning in her eyes.

But the unyielding light in her ice-blue eyes grew even hotter. She clutched the Fengming Jade Flute tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms.

"I will never lose to you!"

She let out a low cry, forced herself to stand up, and using all her rhythmic energy, she placed the flute to her lips again.

In an instant, clear and passionate flute sounds burst out from the Fengming Jade Flute. This flute sound was completely different from the previous ethereal and clear style, and was full of determination to burn the boats and cross the river.

Wherever the sound of the flute reached, countless ice-blue ice crystals condensed in the air, like a group of nimble butterflies dancing around Mo Zi.

The valley, which had been devastated by the flute player, began to recover on a large scale under the nourishment of the flute sound.

The withered plants came back to life, and even the deep pits created by the boulders were slowly covered by new green grass.

Upon seeing this, the flute master's face darkened instantly, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes:

"Humph, if you still don't give up, don't blame me for being cruel!"

After saying this, he raised the flute high, and the energy in his body surged wildly, playing an even more terrifying tune.

The sound of the flute was like a beast breaking free from its cage, roaring and rushing towards Mo Zi's flute.

The sound of the flute was accompanied by thick black mist. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be corroded and tiny black holes appeared.

The rocks in the valley were crushed into powder by the sound of the flute, raising a cloud of dust.

"..."

Two completely different flute sounds collided violently in the center of the valley. The ice-blue light and black mist intertwined, forming a huge vortex.

In the vortex, energy shot out like thousands of arrows, scattering wildly in all directions.

The surrounding trees were uprooted and thrown high into the sky by the powerful energy impact.

The ground began to tremble violently, and huge cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, and the entire valley seemed to be about to be torn apart.

In this fierce confrontation, Mo Zi felt an overwhelming force pressing down on her, making her chest feel stuffy and having difficulty breathing.

But she gritted her teeth, used up her last bit of strength, and continued to inject spiritual power to maintain the stability of the flute sound.

Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down her forehead, soaking her clothes, and her body began to shake.

The flute player was also feeling uncomfortable. Veins bulged on his forehead, his face flushed red, and his hands trembled slightly from exerting too much force.

He didn't expect that Mo Zi could still resist in such a desperate situation, and a trace of panic rose in his heart.

"We can't delay it any longer!"

He pondered secretly, and then poured all his strength into the flute. The sound of the flute became sharper and sharper, as if it was going to shatter the whole world.

As time passed, Mo Zi's breath became weaker and weaker, and the sound of the flute began to become intermittent.

On the other hand, the flute player, although also exhausted, still had the upper hand.

Just when Mo Zi was about to run out of energy, the figures of Bai Tang, Da Fei, Xiao Qing and others suddenly appeared in her mind, and a strong belief surged in her heart:

"I can't lose, I have to protect them!" This belief was like a powerful force, injected into her body, making her flute sound passionate again.