At the same time, Lucian, the blond-haired and blue-eyed youth, took the initiative to attack Ma Lang. His eyes flickered with disdain and provocation as he swiftly closed in on Ma Lang.
Ma Lang stared coldly at Lucian, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes. Years of nightmares had made it difficult for him to distinguish between dreams and reality at times.
Usually, he was just more reserved in his expressions, except when it came to family and friends. But once he felt cornered, the madness from his nightmares would be unleashed, and in extreme situations, he could even go berserk.
He relied on the golden energy in his mind sea to support him, using the martial arts and footwork techniques he learned from his previous life to engage in combat with Lucian.
Ma Lang was like a wasp, attacking fiercely whenever an opportunity presented itself, never hesitating even if it meant trading injuries.
Lucian, for a moment, was overwhelmed with fear, struggling to defend himself. This madman, in a fit of anger, took out a family heirloom—a green wind-element small sword—from the pendant around his neck.
"Didn't expect that, did you? I'm already at the peak of Enlightenment! See how you can block my secret weapon's attacks."
Although he had only grasped the basics of using secret power, the improvement was still significant. He swung the small sword, releasing several sharp wind blades that rushed towards Ma Lang.
The wind blades were incredibly fast, almost instantly reaching Ma Lang. He quickly dodged, but one of the wind blades grazed his shoulder, leaving a shallow blood trail.
Ma Lang felt a sharp pain as blood flowed down his shoulder, but he didn't retreat. His face grew colder, and a glint of madness flashed in his eyes.
Using his martial arts and footwork, he evaded Lucian's attacks clumsily while looking for opportunities to counterattack.
The battle between the two became increasingly intense, and the crowd around them retreated to give them space.
"You, a worthless piece of trash, dare to challenge me!" Lucian sneered, swinging the small sword again, releasing even more wind blades.
Ma Lang could only try to dodge, but the number of wind blades was too great. One finally hit his thigh, causing him to stagger. Lucian took advantage of the situation and approached, several wind blades targeting Ma Lang.
Hearing the commotion, Little Yimi found a chance to look. Seeing the dangerous situation, her eyes widened in alarm, and she rapidly transformed.
"Meow~!" A sharp cry followed by her body stretching, growing cat ears and a tail, with sharp claws emerging from her fingertips.
Her movements became more agile, ignoring the attacks from behind, she darted in front of Ma Lang, using her body to shield him. She clawed at Lucian's face with one hand and kicked his abdomen with the other.
Caught off guard, Lucian stumbled back, his face marked with scratches, looking utterly disheveled. Fortunately, he was already at the later stages of Enlightenment, with greatly enhanced defense and reaction abilities, allowing him to barely escape the center of the attack.
"You lowlife, I'll kill you!" Lucian roared, swinging his sword again, but Little Yimi was too fast, and he couldn't get close.
Each of Little Yimi's strikes was precise and powerful. Although she no longer used her sharp claws, Lucian was beaten until his nose bled and his face was bruised, forcing him to retreat.
Little Yimi finally relaxed, looking at Ma Lang with a playful expression, clearly seeking praise.
Seeing this, Ma Lang's cold face softened with relief and gratitude, and he praised loudly, "Little Yimi, you're amazing! Once this is over, I'll treat you to some secret delicacies!"
Hearing Ma Lang's promise, Little Yimi's face lit up with joy, and she swallowed nervously. Secret delicacies were too expensive, and she hadn't had them often!
Her movements became even faster, continuing to suppress Lucian, making it difficult for him to defend himself.
Zhen Liu, seeing the situation, hurried to help, but Little Yimi was too quick, and he couldn't get close.
Each of Little Yimi's strikes was accurate and swift, leaving Zhen Liu and Lucian in a miserable state.
Just then, a stern voice echoed, "Stop! How dare you fight in public?"
The sound of hurried footsteps came from a distance. The Dao Sect Enforcement Team finally arrived, led by Captain Blackthorn, who quickly surrounded both parties.
Under Captain Blackthorn's direction, they enclosed the people involved in the fight, instantly controlling the scene.
He ordered his team to conduct an investigation, recording the details of the incident before approaching the crowd. The team members questioned the witnesses, ensuring all the details were meticulously documented.
Captain Blackthorn's gaze was piercing as he scanned the area, finally resting on Ma Lang. His tone softened slightly, "Young Master Ma Lang, thank you for your righteous actions. You have maintained public order, which is what our Dao Sect advocates, but please be cautious and avoid unnecessary risks." Ma Lang nodded calmly in response.
Then, Captain Blackthorn turned to Zhen Liu and Lucian, scolding them severely, "Are these the descendants of the divine families? What a disgrace! If this happens again, we will report it to the Dao Sect and impose severe punishment!
Your actions not only violate the Alliance's regulations but also seriously disrupt public order. We will document this incident in detail, and you must take responsibility for it."
Zhen Liu and Lucian, seeing the situation, looked resentful and angry, but faced with the harsh criticism from the Dao Sect Enforcement Team, they had no choice but to admit their fault, casting sinister glances at Ma Lang, whose face remained cold.
"We… we just wanted to advance quickly into the secret realm for the Alliance…" Zhen Liu mumbled, his voice filled with unease and a hint of fear.
Before he could finish, Captain Blackthorn interrupted him sharply, "If you want to advance, you cannot do so at the expense of others' rights!" His voice grew even sterner, "Your actions have seriously violated the Alliance's laws and should be punished accordingly."
Pausing for a moment, a look of disgust and dissatisfaction appeared on Blackthorn's face as he continued, "Considering the status of the divine families, we will give you one chance, but there will be no second warning! If this happens again, we will report it to the Dao Sect for severe punishment."
Turning to Ma Lang, Blackthorn's tone softened slightly, and he leaned in to whisper, "Young Master Ma Lang, we need to give the divine families some face, I hope you understand."
Ma Lang smiled coldly and nodded, "I understand, thank you for your fair enforcement."
Though he appeared calm, the golden energy in his mind sea surged wildly, a nebula completely dyed gold, slowly lighting up, as if waiting for Ma Lang to explore it.
Knowing that these minor incidents wouldn't result in any real punishment for the other party, Ma Lang, focused on the changes in his mind sea, had no time to persist in pursuing the current trivial matters.
Zhen Liu and Lucian glared at Ma Lang with malice and then left with their guards.
Ma Lang watched the pendant hanging from Lucian's neck, recalling the green sword-shaped secret weapon he had used, feeling curious, and couldn't help but glance at it a few more times.
In the next instant, the golden energy in his mind sea suddenly emitted an imperceptible force, stealthily drawing the sword-shaped pendant into his mind sea.
The golden energy enveloped the pendant tightly, completely sealing off any aura, making it undetectable by anyone.
"Eh~! This wasn't stolen by me, it came on its own~!" Ma Lang broke out in a sweat, muttering to himself.