Night of the Broken Gliph

Ping Man Bun sensed the unfriendly looks and heard the jeers directed at him, but he ignored them and continued, “Therefore, I used my energliph to destroy the energy from the wind-attributed attack and used medicine to suppress the fire-attributed slap on the left chest. The attacker was evil. The energliph on the patient’s left chest was only stored there, not activated, so we couldn’t forcefully destroy it with energliph.

“This concludes my report.” Ping Man Bun stood on stage proudly, ignoring the voices coming from the crowd. But the five clan leaders stayed silent and only nodded in response, which showed that Ping Man Bun was right; the previous disciples had been wrong! 

All other eleven participants, including Cheung San Yuk, returned to their seats in frustration. They were clear that Ping Man Bun would be the winner if Mo-Yung Kit did worse. 

Ping Man Bun left the stage with a nod, but he didn’t forget to provoke Mo-Yung Kit. “I hope you don’t disappoint me, direct disciple of the Divine Doctor. If you lose, you won’t just be embarrassing yourself, but your master too.” 

“You need not worry.” Mo-Yung Kit glanced at him before going on stage. 

“A weakling who acts capable.” Ping Man Bu shook his head and looked at the stage as if he was watching a show. Ping Man Ban had absolute confidence in his medicine. Despite Mo-Yung Kit gaining fame long ago, he had never competed with him. He felt that Mo-Yung Kit was only famous because of his title and that he had an absolute advantage over him. 

Old Chan taught him medicine, but he learnt more from discussing with others his age. 

My ability is the result of my constant practice and trials! 

Mo-Yung Kit went on stage slowly, looking unfazed, as if Ping Man Bun’s words were nothing. “Mo-Yung Kit greets the five clan leaders.” 

“You may begin,” Mo-Yung Yin replied with a confident smile. 

With a nod, Mo-Yung Kit started. “Disciple agrees with brother Man Bun’s words, but only partially.” 

As soon as he said this, the crowd turned to Ping Man Bun, who only snickered as he looked at Mo-Yung Kit disdainfully. He was extremely confident, and he felt that Mo-Yung Kit only wanted to imitate how he proved the others wrong to gain attention. 

Mo-Yung Kit ignored the comments and continued, “The question was a trap from the start. 

“This was a trap that many fell for.” Mo-Yung Kit smiled confidently. “One could only identify the crux of the issue if they have enough practical experience. The challenge, ‘Three Slaps’, was a trap many fell for. It made everyone believe that it was three slaps when it’s four!” 

His confident speech made Ping Man Bun’s face fall. Mo-Yung Yin laughed as he watched his disciple happily. 

“The puppet looked like it was struck on its left chest, right rib and back. But in fact, there was a hidden slap on the left chest that hit it after the first one, the obvious and hidden energy working simultaneously. What brother Ping said was right. The other two slaps on the right rib and back were a support and cover-up. 

“Those four strikes meant to take the patient’s life. The attacker first used wind energy to fan the fire energy, followed by the second and third slap and the fourth hidden slap. If one feared for the patient’s heart and treated it with his energliph, the hidden energy would slowly seep into the heart, finally killing the patient!

“Everyone, please take a look at this puppet.” 

Everyone looked at the medical puppet next to Mo-Yung Kit. It was free of any slap marks, and it had fully recovered. “I first used my energy to destroy the hidden energy before using medicine to help the patient recover. He’ll be able to walk in three weeks, fully recovering after half a year. That’s my report.” 

“Impossible!” Ping Man Bun shouted, his face falling. “I’m of the same level as you,; how could you discover the hidden energy?” 

“Great Master Ping Chi from brother Ping’s Clan wrote a book with records of a gliphility known as the Fire Poison’s Three Continuous Attacks. It seems like brother Man needs to read more.” Mo-Yung Kit looked down at him from the stage. 

Ping Man Bun never expected to lose not because of his strength, but his lack of knowledge. What’s worse was that the author was an elder of his clan! His face burned as he stalked off with a sneer. He walked towards the Ping Clan disciples, and seeing Ping Ching looking at him out of concern, he felt utterly embarrassed. 

Who was he? As the best doctor with the greatest potential of the Ping Clan’s younger generation, he had a higher status than even some elders. This was evident by how he could give his input when he chose to frame Chui Yim due to his hatred, back when Chui Yim was a suspect. 

He always got everything he wanted within the clan, except for Ping Ching. Now, he was hurt by Ping Ching’s expression. 

“What are you looking at? I don’t need your pity!” Ping Man Bun shouted insanely at Ping Ching, who said nothing as she sighed. He then saw the bald boy next to Ping Ching staring at him disdainfully, which angered him. “You lowly outsider! Why are you staring at me!” 

He shouted and moved to slap Chui Yim. However, Chui Yim caught his wrist. 

Despite being a single-gliphic state cultivator, he wasn’t Chui Yim’s opponent, who had trained since young. Instead, he was punched by Chui Yim in return. 

“Loser.” Chui Yim sneered. “Go back and practice more if you lose! Why are you throwing a tantrum? Are you even a man?” 

“How dare you hit me! I’ll take your life!” Ping Man Bun, who fell to the ground, wiped the blood from his nose away in disbelief. Many came forward to stop Ping Man Bun, while others simply watched the show. 

Chui Yim disregarded Ping Man Bun with a sneer and stepped forward, passing by him. He left the Ping Clan disciples and walked into the arena. 

“My name is Chui Yim, and I’d like to discuss knowledge in medicine with brother Mo-Yung.” He looked at Mo-Yung Kit, who was still on the stage.