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FACEPUNCH QUEST (Xianxia)

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"Da Ren, you insufferable cur! You have insulted me for the last time! I, Huoluo of–!"

The yapping little brat folds like paper as you sock him in the gut. Your tanned flesh - a storied map of calluses, muscles, and labor - paints a stark contrast against the smaller man's snowy skin, extracting a wheezing little <span class="mu-i">bleurgh</span> from his sorely bruised lungs.

Poetry in motion, as your Honorable Master would say. You miss her dearly; the only cultivator to ever flirt with the ideal of common sense, and the one who saved you from a short and messy life as a simple farmhand.

Not for the first time today, you let out a melancholy sigh, your thoughts drawn yet again to that of your Master. A part of your subconscious stays alert to the surroundings; the brat's army of sycophants let out theatrical exclamations of surprise, dismay, and anger, though it's mostly some combination thereof. A crowd like this makes for a fine backdrop to the sect's stone courtyard; the fresh pink of the budding treeblossoms almost makes you want a drink.

Right on cue, two particularly wispy-looking fellows step up, one to drag away the "young master" ingloriously foaming at the mouth, and the other to point an accusing finger at you.

You immediately tone him out and start digging at your ear. This only seems to make him angrier; he actually begins hopping up and down, the dyed silk of his violet robes flapping like the fan of a peacock. It's amusing for a couple of seconds, but thoughts of your Master convince you to hurry things along.

"-dare! Sneak attacks are the act of a cowardly wretch!"

Damn, that's a nice shade of red on his face.

"So, uh, are you gonna challenge me to a fight or what?" As you speak, you idly flick away the earwax stuck to your pinky. Disgust flashes across his face but disappears as quickly as it comes, replaced by a sneering superiority that makes Mook B - that's what you're calling him now - resemble nothing so much as a particularly ugly pug.

"Very well! This one shall show you that–!"

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