Fantasy: I Am the Villain.

Chapter Fifty-Seven: Father and Son (Part Four)

The "Shenshang Finger" that Murong Bo just shot contained some of the essence of the Bodhidharma Finger that he had stolen from Shaolin. This strike was extremely fierce and unparalleled. In addition, it was launched by surprise, so even he would have a hard time taking it down easily.

But the unknown young man casually waved his hand and dissolved it without a trace, which he couldn't understand at all, so he could only keep a close watch on him.

With an awkward laugh, Murong Bo cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Bai Ke from afar, "Indeed, heroes emerge from among the young! May I ask which school this young brother belongs to?"

Bai Ke waved his hand dismissively, "I don't deserve such a title from you, Master. I'm just here to watch the show. You don't need to pay any attention to me."

He kept switching between "this young master" and "this venerable one," a quirky habit Bai Ke picked up from reading novels in his past life—those old demons who frequently used self-references like "this venerable one" or "this deity." He wanted to try it out, so he just blurted it out.

Anyway, there's no need to give Murong Bo face. Others may not know, but he knows that the culprit who instigated the fight between the martial artists of the Central Plains and the Liao Dynasty is this masked old monk in gray robes.

Standing next to Bai Ke, Qiao Feng was speechless. Where did his silly second brother get to know such an unreliable brother? His martial arts skills were indeed impressive, but his personality was truly bizarre.

Murong Bo, who had been smiling, froze. This kid was too shrewd. He thought he wouldn't be able to figure out Murong Bo's martial arts style, but Murong Bo's interruption completely ruined his chances.

"Hehe, these days young people seem to have long forgotten how to respect their elders. Fine, I won't bother with you today, and you shouldn't interfere with me either, how about that?" Murong Bo had a good plan.

Bai Ke knew that even if he agreed not to interfere, Qiao Feng's biological father, Xiao Yuanshan, would appear soon enough, and then Xu Zhu's true identity would be revealed.

He still had a good impression of Xu Zhu and didn't want such a cute little monk to find his parents and then lose them again in one day, so he wanted to put the matter aside before Xu Zhu finished fighting.

With a light laugh, Bai Ke suddenly produced a folding fan. No one present knew how he produced the fan; they only assumed that he had hidden it in his sleeve earlier and had taken it out now.

Little did Bai Ke know that he had breathed a sigh of relief. Before coming to this world, he had made many preparations. In order to satisfy his need to show off, he even sent A-Can down the mountain to find a folding fan.

With a gentle wave of his folding fan, Bai Ke chuckled softly, “What the old gentleman says is truly unreasonable. How could I not know how to respect my elders? It’s just that you have neither done me any favors nor taught me anything, so why should I give you face?”

After saying that, Bai Ke muttered to himself, "Hmph, you old fool, you try to sneak up on people and expect them to respect you? What makes you think you're so great? Tch..."

Although he spoke softly, Bai Ke used his spiritual power to transmit the words to everyone's ears, making it sound as clear as if he were speaking directly to them. Several young people couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Murong Bo's face turned a deep purplish-red. Fortunately, his face was covered with a gray cloth, so he didn't become a laughing stock. He was indeed wary of Bai Ke's martial arts skills, but he wasn't afraid of him. He just felt it was unnecessary to fight someone whose background he didn't know.

"Hmph! So arrogant at such a young age! Since your family didn't teach you anything, I'll take matters into my own hands and show you what true arrogance is!"

After saying that, he didn't make a move, but glanced at the dumbfounded Bai Ke and said, "Considering your youth and ignorance, I will give you three moves!" Then he stood there like a mountain, waiting for Bai Ke to attack.

Bai Ke looked at the arrogant old man in front of him, both amused and exasperated. "Are you sure? You want to let me have three moves?" Being young is an advantage; no wonder those powerful figures always like to pretend to be young. It turns out there's this benefit.

Murong Bo snorted at Bai Ke with his nose in the air, "Stop being so fussy. You came just because I told you to. What, are you afraid I'll extort you?"

Bai Ke gave Murong Bo a strange smile, "Well... here I come! Old sir, take it easy..."

His words seemed nonsensical, but Murong Bo didn't care. What did it matter if this kid was young and had amazing martial arts skills? He wasn't someone to be trifled with either!

Suddenly, a wave of oppressive force swept over them, and Murong Fu, who was standing next to Murong Bo, immediately felt a chill run down his spine. "This strange feeling again... what is going on?"

Murong Fu clenched his teeth, unable to understand what this oppressive aura was all about. It had appeared twice in a row, and even if he were stupid, he would know that it was Bai Ke's doing. But knowing it was one thing, figuring it out was another.

Murong Fu was already struggling to withstand the aftershocks of the pressure, let alone Murong Bo, who was bearing most of the pressure.

Dragon's might is an oppressive force on the level of life itself, as irresistible as the natural enemy of cat and mouse, let alone the chasm between two levels of life.

Murong Bo felt as if all his internal energy was frozen in his meridians. The internal energy that he could usually circulate freely and easily was now extremely sluggish. Forcing him to circulate it made him want to vomit blood.

Seeing that his newly developed technique of suppressing the enemy was effective, Bai Ke raised an eyebrow. Qiao Feng's Lion's Roar had given him a wake-up call, prompting him to find a way to create his own first-strike technique against the enemy.

However, most cultivators in the Mountain and Sea Realm possess profound cultivation, and ordinary techniques like the Lion's Roar are basically ineffective against them. They can only find another way and seek other methods.

It was the novels he had read in his previous life that reminded Bai Ke that he had tried using divine sense to intimidate or using evil thoughts to subdue enemies and make them work for him, but these methods were mostly ineffective.

Ultimately, Bai Ke chose to use Dragon's Might to defeat his enemy. When he first transmigrated, the Fire Dragon Essence given to him by the system had brought him many benefits. He remembered clearly that it had a "1% fusion rate with the Dragon Bloodline".

Therefore, Bai Ke has been trying to improve his dragon bloodline fusion level. Maybe after it is fully upgraded, he can transform into a dragon, which would be incredibly impressive.

During the experiment, Bai Ke gradually learned how to control his aura and the techniques he used against individual people. Most of the martial artists in the world of Tian Long Ba Bu had not even reached the Innate Realm, so how could they withstand his dragon might?

Murong Bo felt as if he were being stared at by a prehistoric beast. He was covered in cold sweat and couldn't move at all. Seeing this, Bai Ke closed his fan in his hand and used a variation of the Dog-Beating Stick move to strike him.

Qiao Feng found the move somewhat familiar, but Bai Ke used a fan instead of a staff and changed the move, so he couldn't figure it out. He just thought he had seen this exquisite technique somewhere before and didn't think much of it.

Murong Bo was struggling to escape Bai Ke's oppressive control, so he had no chance to dodge. With a bang, he was sent flying by Bai Ke's fan.