Chapter 87. Let's say I lost.

At first, Zuo Sha seemed to be using ordinary palm techniques, but then he suddenly mixed in a cold and icy palm technique, which surprised me.

I looked at his expression and calmly dealt with the situation.

Thinking about it, I had never heard of Zuo Sha losing to anyone. Not only did he not lose, but he had even toyed with the martial artists sent by the Wu Lin Alliance, which led to the enraged Alliance Leader issuing a decree and deploying the Heavenly Net.

Now, the two men who had once escaped from the Wu Lin Alliance's Heavenly Net were pitted against each other.

Zuo Sha didn't just use palm techniques; he combined various techniques like finger strikes, Tan Zhi Gong, fist techniques, and Jin Na Shu to attack and defend. His combat style was so innovative that I fought him for thirty rounds without a break.

During the fight, I kept pressuring Zuo Sha.

"Not bad for a shithead."

"Shut up."

"Use your Ice Palm."

This guy was conserving his Ice Palm as much as possible. He had no choice; while it was extremely effective, it also consumed a lot of internal energy. Moreover, since I wasn't at all inferior to him, his dilemma only deepened.

Indeed, if I wanted to use the extreme yin energy equivalent to half of the Heavenly Jade, I needed to completely neutralize Zuo Sha's Ice Palm.

During the fight, I had several questions.

Why was this guy so strong at such a young age?

The Feng Yun Meng family was famous for using spears and swords, so why didn't he use any weapons?

His palm techniques, finger strikes, and Tan Zhi Gong didn't seem to be from the Feng Yun Meng family. I casually asked him while exchanging palm strikes.

"Who is your master?"

"Who is your master?"

Suddenly, I smelled something foul and immediately jumped back three meters.

I almost fell victim to his overt attack to soil me. The fact that I was wearing white clothes made it even more terrifying.

In this situation, Zuo Sha's shit was more frightening than a poisoned dart.

As I jumped back in shock, Zuo Sha laughed meaningfully, as if he had found my weakness.

"Scared? You should be."

"I didn't retreat because I was scared. I retreated because it was dirty. Stupid guy, you pervert, shithead."

Zuo Sha nodded, looking at his damp robe.

"I can't be the only one to suffer. Don't run. This is a bustling area."

I looked at the bustling area, crossed my arms, and said seriously.

"You're better than I expected. It's been a long time since I've fought someone as skilled as you. You're not just a common shithead. I'll give you an antidote."

"I don't need it; I've already gone."

"Still, wash up properly and challenge me again."

Zuo Sha replied coldly.

"How can I eat something you give me?"

I briefly pinched my nose and said in a stuffy voice.

"Don't come. I'm getting dizzy."

Zuo Sha charged at me like a madman, and I quickly turned and fled into the bustling area.

I deliberately giggled as I ran, and Zuo Sha cursed in a polite tone. As expected, he was a general's son, so etiquette was ingrained in him.

'But no matter how crazy you are, you can't enter a bustling area in that state.'

Dare to engage in a battle of wits with me?

There's no hesitation in a battle between men, but Zuo Sha is a pervert. He can't walk around Bai Ying Street with shit in his pants. If he can follow me here, I must have misjudged him.

When I reached the bustling area, Zuo Sha, who was chasing me, stopped his lightness technique as I expected.

"Hey, stop running."

I turned around, facing away from the bustling area, and beckoned with my hand.

"Come in."

"You come."

"Shithead, come."

"Men should settle their disputes without involving others."

"Shitheads get angry, and you are one. If you reveal your master, I'll come to you."

"Shut up."

I suddenly had a strange thought because Zuo Sha had refused to reveal his sect twice.

'He learned Ice Palm from his maternal family, but does he have another martial arts master?'

Zuo Sha hasn't been blacklisted by the Wu Lin Alliance yet. At this stage, his reputation and popularity are very important.

I looked at Zuo Sha, blending into the crowd.

To be honest, I didn't fully display my skills during the fight.

I never expected shit to be so terrifying.

During the exchange, his lower body was practically invincible. In other words, I was fighting an opponent whose body was half invincible.

Naturally, I couldn't fully display my skills.

Only after exchanging palm strikes did I realize that his martial arts were quite advanced.

Actually, it's not that strange. Very few experts have ever escaped the Wu Lin Alliance's Heavenly Net.

To my knowledge, only I in my demonic days, the shithead in his perverted days, and the members of the Three Disasters have successfully escaped. Among the experts I've faced since my return, this shithead is overwhelmingly strong. Moreover, he only used his Ice Palm in truly dangerous situations, indicating many constraints.

Zuo Sha tried to enter the bustling area several times but always turned back.

What does it mean that even a guy as ruthless as him can't enter Bai Ying Street with shit in his pants?

This is the strength of the righteous path, the power of etiquette, and the desire for honor.

I crossed my arms and mocked Zuo Sha.

"Hehehe."

At this moment, a woman called out to Zuo Sha from the side of the street.

"Brother Meng Lang? What are you doing there?"

I looked at the woman, then back at Zuo Sha, who had vanished.

I met the woman's gaze and nodded.

"It's Brother Meng Lang."

"Right? You look pale."

"Didn't you see?"

"See what?"

I said calmly.

"He shat his pants. He must have drunk too much."

"No way."

"Didn't you see his damp white robe?"

The not-so-pretty woman suddenly got angry at me.

"There's no way! Why are you lying?"

"Why are you angry..."

Is she in love with Zuo Sha? She suddenly looked at me as if I had shit my pants and turned around.

My brother would never shit his pants, she seemed to be saying.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

While I was clicking my tongue, Zuo Sha's ventriloquism was heard from somewhere.

"Come out while I'm being nice."

"I have one fear in life: fighting someone who has shit their pants."

"..."

I stepped forward and replied.

"Stupid guy, this is karma. I'll let you off for breaking my brother's arm. Go home and change your pants. Prince Meng Lang of the Feng Yun Meng family, the shithead of Meng Lang, the shit diaper of Meng Lang, the shit-pissing prince of Meng Lang."

"Shut up!"

I clasped my hands together to mock him.

"Poor soul. Amitabha—Tan Zhi Gong!"

A sudden tearing sound came from the darkness, and I instinctively flicked my finger to launch Yan Ji Tan Zhi Gong.

Bang!

I deliberately shouted loudly.

"Meng Lang! You brat of the General's family! Come back after changing your shit-stained pants!"

I heard curses, and Zuo Sha used his lightness technique to flee.

I watched the black figure moving away, arms crossed.

"Clean yourself up. You dirty guy. Someone like you doesn't belong in the righteous path."

There's no reason for me to chase him. I knew the Feng Yun Meng family was near Bai Ying Street. I need to wait for his lower body's invincibility to wear off before I can use my high-level technique, so I strolled through the bustling area of Bai Ying Street with ease.

Clean streets, clean clothes, and skin whiter than anywhere else.

It's not just a coincidence that it's called Bai Ying Street.

I retreated to Bai Ying Street, and he fled, so it's a draw for now.

Suddenly, there were many people gathered in front of the Bai Xiang Tavern.

They all looked unhappy and were talking at the entrance. As I passed by, I heard that some pretty women inside the tavern had shit their pants.

Judging by how Zuo Sha hastily pressed random acupoints on his abdomen, the laxative made by Murong Bai must have been very potent.

The women must have soiled themselves before reaching the restroom. I suddenly remembered that I have a master of laxatives and poisons as my chief physician. I found a noodle shop that looked really good and sat outside to order.

While eating noodles, I watched the young people passing by on the street.

How can there be so many women dressed beautifully and looking pretty?

I followed Gong Che's advice and dressed up, but compared to these people, I still felt like a country bumpkin.

Perhaps because it's a righteous area, no one started trouble with me.

Even those who don't practice martial arts were enjoying themselves, which made me feel quite strange.

Still, after fighting the shithead, the noodles didn't taste as good.

"I've lost my appetite."

I paid the waiter and asked if there was a stream nearby. The waiter replied.

"Go straight that way, and you'll find Long Lang Stream."

The direction the waiter pointed to was the north, where Zuo Sha had disappeared. As a bastard son, he probably couldn't go home with shit in his pants. I imagined he was washing his pants carefully by the stream.

This is my instinct.

The waiter asked me.

"Why are you looking for a stream at this hour?"

I patted the waiter's shoulder and replied.

"I'm on a hero's journey. I'm chasing a murderer."

Actually, I'm chasing the shithead.

The waiter's expression became serious, as if he admired heroes, and he bowed to me.

"Little hero, you have a tough job."

Perhaps because it's a righteous area, the waiter was also polite.

I nodded and headed towards the stream like a lonely hero.

In fact, all my actions since my return have been focused on the peace of the martial world, the happiness of women and children, the protection of workers' rights, and the punishment of evildoers. Even if the world doesn't recognize me, my actions are no different from a hero's journey.

Or not.

* * *

I followed the moonlight along Long Lang Stream and stopped when I heard splashing from an old bridge.

In the quiet Long Lang Stream, Zuo Sha was washing his body naked.

The man who turned a clean stream into a shit-filled one is none other than Guang Ming Zuo Sha.

I thought about going down to make him suffer, but I paused. He remained calm even though he had noticed me.

'Trap?'

Suddenly, a dark cloud moved away, and the moonlight revealed Zuo Sha's upper body. His torso was covered with scars, some from whips and others from blades, and there were many tattoos in between.

It was unclear if he had been tortured or if he had practiced dark martial arts.

I crossed my arms and looked at Zuo Sha.

"Clean yourself up, shithead."

Zuo Sha emerged from the stream with a serene expression, shook off the water from his upper body, and wrapped it around his lower body, leaving his upper body bare as he looked up at me.

"Come down, brat. I'm clean."

"Hmm..."

I sighed involuntarily.

I thought that if he started kicking excessively, the noodles I just ate would definitely come back up.

'He's not a normal pervert.'

How could he properly cover his lower body with his upper garment? He understood women's psychology well, but he was also a master of psychological warfare, understanding men's psychology perfectly.

Even the collar of his upper garment was around his crotch.

I scolded Zuo Sha in a low tone.

"Just go home, brat. Let's fight again tomorrow. Let's say I lost today."

Under the moonlight, the pervert smiled with a desolate expression.

"Hehehe."

I don't understand the twisted mindset of a bastard son who grew up as an orphan. Honestly, I don't care. But because I knew him from my previous life, I was curious about the scars on his upper body.

I asked without much expectation.

"What are those tattoos? Martial arts?"

Zuo Sha replied.

"You're curious about everything. I won't forget your face now. You can't run away. Whether you run to the Wu Lin Alliance or the Devil Sect, you will end up in my hands."

I mentioned the exchange we had earlier.

"You know I didn't fight properly because of your shit."

Zuo Sha pointed at me and said something strange.

"I'll ask my master to take you as my junior. You'll probably think dying would be better."

"So, who is your master?"

Suddenly, I was alert.

'Huh?'

I knew information about Guang Ming Zuo Sha, the Devil Sect, and martial arts related to tattoos. For a moment, I wondered if Zuo Sha's joining the Devil Sect in my previous life was a plot.

Because the master I suspected was a man who had fought for the position of sect leader and turned the entire Devil Sect against him.

Zuo Sha said as he walked upstream along Long Lang Stream.

"We'll meet again soon."

I was about to reveal his master but closed my mouth.