Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

The rubble from the broken wall was still rolling down. Mo Yun stood on the ruins, holding an ice spear. A cold, silvery-blue aura spread out, and even the wind seemed to freeze.

Wuqing stood opposite him, the hem of his black robe still stained with the dust from the battle just now. His face remained cold and indifferent, his eyebrows and eyes lowered, as if the scene of the two puppets being easily defeated was not worth mentioning.

"..."

But only he knew that the barely perceptible tremor in his fingertips and the inexplicably rapid heartbeat in his chest had already betrayed him.

He had witnessed Mo Yun's strength from afar; it was an unfathomable sense of oppression. At the time, he thought she was just a hidden powerhouse he had stumbled upon by chance, but he never imagined that she would be the backbone of the Star Luo Class, let alone that he would actually face her.

The composure with which Mo Yun dealt with Ju Mang and Zhu Long, the precise eye that seized the puppet's energy nodes, and the strange characteristic of the ice energy that could suppress his gray energy—all these things caused ripples to appear on the once calm lake in his heart.

He deliberately focused his mind and gathered the gray energy at his fingertips, but the panic, like fine lines, quietly spread along the flow of energy—he knew that there was no chance of winning today, and even escaping unscathed had become a problem.

Years of forbearance prevented him from revealing anything, except for his tightly pursed lips and a fleeting look of anxiety deep in his eyes, which concealed the disheveled state of his broken peace.

"Let's take action."

He spoke without emotion, his voice still calm, but with a hint of tension that was less noticeable than usual.

……

"My brother is angry..."

Mo Zi stood still, supported by Da Fei's arm. Her breath, which had not yet fully calmed down, suddenly stopped—it was an intuition from her bloodline. In the icy aura emanating from her brother on the broken wall, besides the sharpness, there was also a killing intent that she had never truly felt before.

That wasn't the decisiveness she displayed when fighting monsters, but rather a fierce protectiveness, like an undercurrent surging beneath a frozen lake, making even her heart tighten.

"elder brother……"

Xiaoqing had already put away her water sleeves, her gaze fixed on Moyun's back, her delicate eyebrows furrowed in worry.

Although she had known Mo Yun for a long time, she had only seen him fight a handful of times, and she had never seen him like this before—his shoulders were taut and straight, even the fingers holding the gun were white, and his silver-gray eyes were devoid of any emotion, yet they exuded a coldness that kept strangers at bay.

"White Sugar, let's retreat."

Xiaoqing quickly pulled back Baitang, who was eager to try it, and lowered her voice.

"I've never seen my brother with this expression before. He's really furious. The aftershocks of our fight later might even hurt us."

Wu Song was taken aback upon hearing this, and subconsciously looked at Mo Yun on the broken wall. He had only felt that the other party was incredibly strong, but now, upon closer inspection, he realized that there was a restrained anger in her. He immediately suppressed his curiosity and nodded solemnly:

"That's right. We can't withstand the aftershocks of a battle between top experts. Let's retreat first."

Dafei echoed, reaching out to steadily support Mo Zi:

"Sister Azi, let's retreat to a safe place first."

But Bai Tang suddenly broke free from Xiao Qing's hand, her eyes shining brightly as she stared intently at Mo Yun's figure, her eyes almost sparkling with stars.

"I'm not retreating!"

He held up the bell of justice, his tone exceptionally firm.

"The puppeteer once said that we simply don't have the strength to truly fight against a sect leader-level expert. Now that Brother Mo Yun is right in front of us, this is the best learning opportunity!"

"Sister Xiaoqing, you all just take Sister Azi and retreat, don't worry about me!"

As he spoke, he moved two steps to the side, found a relatively low mound to squat down on, and didn't forget to adjust his posture.

"I'll just watch from here, I definitely won't cause any trouble, I'm determined to learn how top experts fight!"

His excitement was like that of a child who had found a treasure; anyone who saw it knew that there was no point in trying to persuade him otherwise.

"Ugh……"

Mo Zi looked at the stubborn Bai Tang, then glanced at her brother standing imposingly on the broken wall, and sighed softly: "Then you must be careful, and call us immediately if there is any danger."

……

Mo Yun loosened her grip on the ice spear slightly, the tip of the spear resting against the blue bricks of the broken wall. Fine ice patterns spread along the cracks in the bricks, leaving behind a few wisps of bone-chilling cold.

He glanced up at Wuqing, a faint disdain floating in his silver-gray eyes, as if he were looking at an object whose fate had already been decided—the vulnerability of those two puppets had already diminished his opinion of the sect leader's strength.

"ruthless,"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a clear echo that reverberated through the battlefield; his tone was as calm as if he were having a casual conversation.

"What can we do if we don't know your strength?"

He paused, then slowly curved his lips into a smile, recounting his past rivals, each name carrying weight:

"I have fought several sect leaders. Chang Le of the Nian Sect is cunning and his mental power is entangled; Feng Wuji of the Bu Sect is unparalleled in speed and his footwork is unstoppable. I have even faced the primordial chaos that stirred up the winds and clouds of the Da Sect."

At this point, a faint, wicked smile suddenly appeared on his lips. The smile didn't reach his eyes; instead, it added a sharp, provocative edge.

"I wonder, how do you compare to them?"

His gaze, sharp as ice, was fixed on Wuqing's face, not daring to miss the slightest change in expression—he wanted to see if this sect leader, who always considered himself indifferent, could still maintain his composure when he heard about these top figures.

Whether he would be aroused to fight or reveal his intentions was all under his observation.

But Wuqing remained the same.

His dark robes swayed slightly in the wind, and his hands, hanging at his sides, were as steady as a rock, with not even the gray energy at his fingertips disturbed.

"..."

When he heard the names of Chang Le and Feng Wuji, his eyes did not stir at all; when the Primordial Chaos was mentioned, his eyebrows twitched very slightly, so quickly that it was as if it were an illusion.

His thoughts were like those at the bottom of a deep, icy pool; no matter how much the outside world stirred them, the surface remained frozen and calm.

The ability to remain calm even when Mount Tai collapses before you is a prime example of this.

After a moment, Wuqing slowly spoke, his voice cold and devoid of any warmth, showing no trace of emotion:

"Others are others, and I am me. Verbal arguments are useless; let's see who's the real deal."

Even though those names had already stirred up a deeper sense of dread in his heart—that Mo Yun could contend with Chang Le and Feng Wuji and even dare to face the primordial chaos, Mo Yun's strength was far more terrifying than he had anticipated.

But he suppressed this panic deep in his heart, not even letting it slip through his eyes. Only the thin layer of sweat on his tightly clenched palms proved that he was not truly indifferent.

Seeing that she had failed to sway his emotions, Mo Yun's provocation faded somewhat, but a fighting spirit emerged:

"You're quite sensible. In that case, let me see if you hold this position of sect leader based on your true abilities or just a hollow title."

As soon as he finished speaking, the icy aura around him suddenly surged, the ice patterns on the ice spear lit up again, and the sharp edge went straight for Wuqing. The invisible pressure had already begun to clash.

No sooner had the aftershocks of their clash subsided than Mo Yun launched her attack.

He lightly touched the broken brick wall with his toes, his figure closing in on Wuqing like a shadow. The cold wind brought by the ice spear almost froze the air. The spear tip was aimed directly at the energy hub in Wuqing's heart. He had figured out the operation of gray energy when he fought the puppet earlier. This strike was precise and ruthless, leaving no room for error.

Although Wuqing was wary, his movements were swift. He spun sideways, his black robes brushing past the spear tip, while three gray-colored blades of energy materialized at his fingertips, forming a triangle that slashed at Mo Yun's vital points, attempting to force him back.

But Mo Yun had anticipated this. The spear shaft suddenly sank, and the spear tip precisely deflected the two force blades. Then, she flipped her wrist and swept the ice spear horizontally. The ice shards condensed at the spear tip rushed straight at Wuqing's face, forcing him to lean back and dodge.

The two cats' figures darted across the broken wall, the sharpness of the ice spear and the somberness of the gray blade colliding constantly. The crisp clanging sounds mixed with the muffled thuds of exploding energy caused the surrounding gravel to fall in a flurry.

Mo Yun's power grew increasingly fierce, each move carrying the momentum to freeze everything; wherever the spear tip passed, even the dust in the air condensed into tiny ice particles.

Ruthless uses defense as offense, and Gray Rhyme weaves an impenetrable defensive net. Occasionally, the counterattack blades are also at tricky angles, but they can never break through the spear shadow of Ink Rhyme.

Bai Tang watched intently from below the battlefield, his grip on the Justice Bell tightening as he muttered to himself:

"So that's how you connect rhythmic power! And that dodging angle was brilliant!"

Xiaoqing also observed intently, nodding from time to time—Mo Yun's moves seemed casual, but in fact every step was precisely calculated, which was exactly the combat experience they lacked.

On the broken wall, Ruthless's breathing had become slightly rapid.

Mo Yun's icy aura was not only highly aggressive, but it was also constantly eroding his gray aura, causing a stinging pain in his meridians with each collision.

Knowing he couldn't afford to waste any more time, he abruptly took two steps back, his gray aura energy frantically gathering around him and condensing into a thick gray stone shield in front of him. The shield's surface was engraved with strange patterns, exuding a fierce aura.

"You do have some tricks up your sleeve."

Mo Yun raised an eyebrow, tightening her grip on the ice spear slightly. A dazzling ball of silver-blue ice energy condensed at the spear tip.

"Let's see if this shield can withstand my attack."