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Forgotten Legend of the Bloodied Flower

Chapter 1771 Imperial Guards’ Martial Arts
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Chapter 1771 Imperial Guards’ Martial Arts

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The two of them, Si Mo Fan and Long Qian Xing, were still fighting. Both of them were holding back. After all, Si Mo Fan was also good at hidden weapons while Long Qian Xing didn't want to kill the leader of Dark Moon Organization. Thus, their battle lasted for some time before it could end. The two of them were both holding back to make sure that they could end the battle without actually harming the other party badly. Clang! Clang! Clang!

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Bang!

In the end, the sword was thrown to the side. "The leader of Dark Moon Organization is indeed very powerful," Long Qian Xing said as his sword rested in front of Si Mo Fan's neck. Just a bit of force was all that was needed to kill this man. Si Mo Fan smiled faintly. "General Xing from Fei Yang Kingdom truly deserved his reputation. My loss is not without reasons."

"Your skills are not bad, but you're already old, Leader Si," Long Qian Xing said bluntly. Si Mo Fan: "…" he really wanted to insert a sword on Long Qian Xing's head right now. But thinking that Si Mo Fan really couldn't defeat Long Qian Xing, he could only put down the thoughts that crossed in his mind. It was simply seeking for his own demise if he were to challenge Long Qian Xing. Si Mo Fan: "…" he really wanted to insert a sword on Long Qian Xing's head right now. But thinking that Si Mo Fan really couldn't defeat Long Qian Xing, he could only put down the thoughts that crossed in his mind. It was simply seeking for his own demise if he were to challenge Long Qian Xing. "Leader Si, has you learned Imperial Family's martial arts?" Long Qian Xing suddenly asked. Si Mo Fan, who was still thinking about how to beat Long Qian Xing, was stunned when he heard the question. This was the first time the two of them met each other and fought against each other too. Thus, this was the first time Long Qian Xing ever saw Si Mo Fan fought. But the martial arts that Si Mo Fan used were familiar to Long Qian Xing because he had seen many people used it when he was practicing with Emperor Yang Zhou in his youth. This set of martial arts were commonly used by the Imperial Guards, specifically, the Imperial Guards in Fei Yang Kingdom. So, he asked. Because from what he knew, the martial arts from the Imperial Guards must not be taught to any outsiders. Those who dared to do so would be executed without exception in Fei Yang Kingdom. "You recognized my martial arts, right?" Si Mo Fan asked back. Long Qian Xing smiled faintly. "I'm fortunate enough to participate in the Imperial Guards's training when I was young."

When one thought about Long Qian Xing's age, there was only one possibility for him to participate in the training of the Imperial Guards. He was the study partner of one of the two princes at that time, one of whom become Emperor Yang Zhou and the other one was the idle prince. And thinking about the information from Long Qian Xing, it was easy to guess that he was the study partner of Emperor Yang Zhou. This explained how he knew the martial arts very well. The Imperial Guards would not go out of the palace so easily because their tasks were to protect the Imperial Family. Not many people were familiar with their martial arts as they didn't have the chance to show it off. Not to mention, for many people, martial arts looked quite similar to each other and it was hard to differentiate from each other. Only experts could do this. And Long Qian Xing was certainly an expert as he was familiar with various martial arts with his training over the years. "Yes, it's Fei Yang Kingdom's martial arts," Si Mo Fan said slowly. "I used to be an Imperial Family's guard." Long Qian Xing nodded and then didn't ask for more details. For many people out there, Si Mo Fan might be famous, but the matter of his background remained a mystery. Many people tried to find out about his background and many others, but they couldn't find anything. There were no famous martial artists with the name Si Mo Fan during their time. He simply appeared out of nowhere and then started to build Dark Moon Organization along with a few people who came with him. Each and every single one of them were very powerful. Now, Long Qian Xing could guess how Si Mo Fan became powerful.

Some imperial guards were indeed powerful and strong as martial artist. But they were not given the chance to show their skills too much because they were confined in the palace. If Si Mo Fan was like them, then it would have been obvious. "Leader Si had his own reasons, Brother Long," Nan Hua interrupted at this time, "Don't ask too much."

"I know, I won't." Long Qian Xing sheathed his sword back and walked in Nan Hua's directions with a smile on his face. Si Mo Fan glanced at Long Qian XIng and Nan Hua, nodding his head and turned around. He was indeed an imperial guard.

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But he was just a no name imperial guard who was not worth remembering when he was young. A stupid and weak imperial guard who failed to protect his master and avoided execution by running away.*

A coward who ran away due to fear of death.

It was not a glorious past. Instead, it was a past full of regrets for Si Mo Fan.

But it was also the past that built who he is right now.

Nan Hua glanced at Si Mo Fan's back and didn't say anything. She knew Si Mo Fan's past more or less, but not very detailed. However, she knew that mentioning anything about his past would only open up his wounds that he had tried to heal for two decades or so. "Did I say anything wrong?" Long Qian Xing asked. "Don't worry, Leader Si is not that weak. He just remembered the past a bit and might not feel the best," Nan Hua replied. "Go and wash up. It's time to rest."

"Um."

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