Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1211: Started Fighting

"Hmph."

Moyu snorted coldly.

"I indeed shouldn’t mention your father, shouldn’t bring him up in front of you, because you, no, are unworthy!"

As soon as Moyu finished speaking, Zuo Yan suddenly charged at him, full of murderous intent.

Moyu sidestepped Zuo Yan’s attack, but the stone pillar behind Moyu was directly shattered.

The two engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand combat, evenly matched and relentless.

Zuo Yan’s strikes were ruthless and deadly, eager to put Moyu to death.

In the grand hall, the two equally skilled fighters showed no superior, causing havoc instead.

"Enough, you two stop quickly, the Lord is about to return, what will it look like if he sees you fighting in the hall?" Qin Ming interjected to stop them.

The Thirteen Banners were watching the show on the side, indifferent.

On the contrary, they even hoped Moyu would teach Zuo Yan a lesson.

Meanwhile, Gua Yue, one of the Four Great Protectors, acted as if it were none of her business, not even glancing over.

Qin Ming’s words affected Moyu, distracting him.

The strength in his strike subconsciously diminished.

Zuo Yan seized this opportunity to gather all the Demonic Qi into his palm, hitting Moyu with a destructive force.

Unable to fully exert strength, Moyu could only brace himself against Zuo Yan’s palm strike.

The outcome was expected, Moyu was sent retreating several steps.

Zuo Yan pursued without giving him a chance to catch his breath, charging at him again before Moyu steadied himself.

Clearly, he was bent on killing Moyu.

"Moyu." Qin Ming was startled and rushed forward.

However, someone acted faster...

Just as Moyu stood firm, a violent murderous intent swept towards him, blowing his long, jet-black hair into a wild dance.

He lifted his gaze to see Zuo Yan’s sinister face swiftly closing in.

The speed was so fast he couldn’t defend or counter.

At the critical moment, the previously indifferent Gua Yue stepped forward, pushing Zuo Yan back.

Zuo Yan, focused entirely on Moyu, was caught off guard by Gua Yue’s sudden intervention.

After exchanging two palm strikes with Gua Yue, he was injured by his own overstrained Demonic Qi.

Moyu looked at Gua Yue, slightly surprised, his expression becoming somewhat complex.

Perhaps he hadn’t anticipated Gua Yue stepping in to help him.

The latter, however, ignored him, keeping an icy, stoic face, not even glancing at him.

"Are you okay?"

Qin Ming stepped forward to inquire about Moyu.

Moyu shook his head slightly, "I’m fine."

He then glanced at Zuo Yan injured by his own Demonic Qi.

Feeling some regret for holding back earlier.

Zuo Yan clutched his painfully shocked chest, glaring coldly at the trio of Moyu, Qin Ming, and Gua Yue standing in line.

"What, are you planning to take me down three against one?"

"Three against one? You think too highly of yourself, dealing with you, I, Moyu, am enough alone."

Their words exchanged briefly, and Zuo Yan and Moyu clashed again.

The heavily injured Zuo Yan was almost beaten by Moyu, ending up in a sorry state.

A touch of malevolence flashed in his eyes, Zuo Yan used a feint to capture Moyu’s attention.

Then he flicked a small, blood-red worm from his sleeve.

The Blood Worm lunged straight for Moyu’s neck.

With a wave of his hand, Moyu turned Demonic Qi into a blade, slicing the Blood Worm to pieces.

To his surprise, the seemingly small Blood Worm burst open, releasing a large amount of blood.

Moyu held up his hand to block, but his face was still splattered.

His face burned instantly, the blood seemingly transforming into countless tiny worms burrowing into his skin.