Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 1519 - 1718: The Arrival of Ye Yiyun!

Even the most good-tempered person would get angry if a stranger suddenly started grabbing and hugging them on the street.
And all Hao Jian did was just to strike up a conversation with the Moon.
At this moment, the Moon was already infuriated. Upon looking around, she noticed that many Ancient Martial Artists had come to participate in the martial arts tournament, naturally using a variety of weapons. Her eyes fixed on one person carrying a sword, and she rushed over to seize the sword.
Hao Jian was startled; the sword was the Moon's weapon of choice. If she wielded the sword, mere fists and feet could not withstand it.
So, Hao Jian scanned the surroundings and pulled out a sword from someone watching by the roadside.
"Perverted thief! You forced me into this!" the Moon exclaimed.
With that, the Moon thrust her sword towards Hao Jian.
Hao Jian knew the Moon's swordsmanship. It appeared soft but was actually powerful, with unpredictable changes. Often, those who claimed to be master swordsmen would easily fall to the Moon's sword.
Having spent years together with the Moon in the past, Hao Jian had seen many self-proclaimed swordmasters defeated by her.
Therefore, Hao Jian dared not be complacent and immediately raised his sword to retreat.
It was easy for those who did not understand the Moon to be defeated by her swiftly, but Hao Jian, having been with her for so long, was thoroughly familiar with her habits. Although the Moon's moves were untraceable, Hao Jian managed to counter them one by one.
Upward slash! Downward stab! Left thrust! Right chop!
Hao Jian countered each move, and the Moon's face turned bright red. She didn't understand how this person in front of her knew her moves so well.
Suddenly, with an unexpected thrust, the Moon's sword sliced past Hao Jian's shoulder. The sword not only tore through his clothes but also pierced his flesh.
With just a light stab, the sword slashed open his skin, causing blood to flow from Hao Jian's left shoulder, staining part of his garment red.
Hao Jian had countless opportunities to attack the Moon, but he chose only to defend, as he wouldn't strike back at the Moon.
Perhaps the Moon was amnesic, but her true nature remained. Seeing Hao Jian's shoulder bleeding from her stab caused her to feel a pang of guilt.
The Moon said, "Perverted thief, if you still don't leave, believe it or not, I'll take your life!"
Hao Jian chuckled, not even glancing at the wound on his shoulder, as such minor injuries didn't faze him.
"I'm not a perverted thief; I'm Hao Jian!" Hao Jian said.
The Moon's expression was unpleasant. "I don't know any Hao Jian, though I am called the Moon!"
She added, "If you keep pestering me, I won't hold back. You better leave quickly!"
Hao Jian replied, "I won't leave. Since you've forgotten me, I'll stay until you remember. I'm Hao Jian; you used to love calling me Big Hao Jian."
With that, Hao Jian recalled past memories.
"Big Hao Jian, do you think this looks good on me? If it does, which is better, the white or the blue?"
"Big Hao Jian, you promised me something. You won't go back on your word, right? A man of noble character keeps his word. Since you promised to give me a gift for my birthday, you absolutely mustn't break your promise, or I won't speak to you!"
"Big Hao Jian, do you think the clouds in the sky are pretty? If I wanted, could you get them for me? I'd like to sleep on a cloud; it looks so comfortable and warm!"
"Big Hao Jian! Big Hao Jian! Big Hao Jian!"
Those old memories suddenly resurfaced, dragging Hao Jian into deep thought.
If the Moon had indeed lost her memory and forgotten him, he was determined to help her regain her memory.
"Moon, do you remember these things?" Hao Jian asked.
At this moment, the Moon's face showed a hint of doubt, as if recalling something, but it seemed she couldn't remember anything. She felt Hao Jian was lying to her.
There were no such memories; the person before her was just a liar, a deceitful cheat.
"Stubborn!" the Moon declared.
Then, she raised her longsword and thrust it towards Hao Jian. Since things had come to this, Hao Jian was willing to do anything to help the Moon regain her memory.
If they had to fight, so be it, until she remembered.
With this thought, Hao Jian raised his sword to meet her, this time not just defending but also attacking, to trigger the Moon's memory.
"Clang!"
The two longswords clashed together, emitting a sharp sound.
Hao Jian drew back slightly, then pressed down, pinning Moon's sword under his own. Moon's face showed strain; no matter how strong a woman she was, she couldn't match Hao Jian's strength, so her sword was firmly held down by him, unable to be withdrawn.
Using the principle of leveraging the weaker to overcome the stronger, turning rigidity into flexibility, Moon suddenly pulled her sword out from under Hao Jian's pressure, then swiftly swung it towards him.
This was Moon's signature move. Generally, after drawing her sword, one would need to return it, or else the hand would fall into a dead angle where no strength could be exerted. But in Moon's hands, there was no need to return the sword; she could draw and immediately flick it, catching people off guard with no time to react. Many had fallen to this move of Moon's.
But who was Hao Jian? Moon had specifically explained the details of this move to him before. While others might be caught by surprise, Hao Jian was more than familiar with it.
Seeing Moon's hand gestures change, he immediately knew she was about to use this move, so he instantly adopted a blocking posture.
A "ding!" sounded as Hao Jian successfully blocked it.
Moon withdrew her sword, finally showing doubt on her face. Could it be that this person really knew her? If he didn't, how could he know to block this move?
She was confident that very few could counter this move because it was extremely fast, and few could manage it. Most couldn't even react, let alone block, so only someone who knew the move's details and had exceptionally agile movements could respond quickly.
But she hadn't told anyone else about this move, not even her closest acquaintances.
Could it be that this person really knew her?
Moon's heart filled with countless threads of doubt.
At this moment, Hao Jian noticed Moon's change and promptly said, "Moon, think carefully. I am Hao Jian, the Hao Jian!"
At that moment, Moon felt as if countless thoughts emerged in her mind, but these thoughts were intangible and elusive, their nature unknown. They just appeared suddenly and disappeared without a trace.
The longsword in her hand fell to the ground as Moon looked at Hao Jian with confusion. If this person didn't know her, how did he know how to counter her move? If he truly knew her, why couldn't she remember anything?
Yet why did she feel stirred when he said he was Hao Jian, the Hao Jian?
Countless "why's" surged in Moon's mind.
The crowd, gathering around in increasing numbers, were here merely to attend the Ancient Martial Arts Competition, with few having officially entered the contest. Thus, as more curious onlookers came to watch the spectacle, the crowd grew larger.
The crowd was growing larger.
At this moment, the organizers, the elders of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion, having heard about the situation, dispatched people to maintain order.
Several elders of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion quickly approached, and seeing their arrival, the crowd immediately made way.
Hao Jian appeared unfazed by them in the slightest.
Behind the elders followed a young man who quickly hugged Moon from behind upon seeing her, asking, "Moon, are you okay?"
Moon replied, "I'm fine!"
She was now lost in endless thoughts, unworried about what was happening around her.
After understanding the situation, several elders of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion approached Hao Jian and said, "Young friend, this competition is organized by the Heavenly Machine Pavilion. We hope you won't cause any more disturbances, or if the Pavilion holds you accountable, I'm afraid...!"
This was a threat to Hao Jian to behave, implying that the Pavilion's strength was above his, though the words were spoken more pleasantly, but anyone could understand the meaning.
Hao Jian smiled.
At this moment, the young man holding Moon walked up to Hao Jian and threatened him, saying, "Kid, don't let me see you again, or you'll be asking for trouble."
Hao Jian could see that this person liked Moon; otherwise, he wouldn't be so concerned about her. But it wasn't the kind of liking from the heart; it was more about her appearance.
Simply put, he just wanted to possess Moon.
So when he spoke to Hao Jian this way, it was merely to show off.
On another occasion, Hao Jian would have acted, but now all his thoughts were focused on Moon, pondering why she had become as she was.
The elders were sensible people, after threatening Hao Jian briefly, they ordered the crowd to disperse, said a few words, and left.
With so many attendees at the Ancient Martial Arts Competition, occasional disruptions were inevitable, so they routinely departed.
But the young man still kept his gaze fixed on Hao Jian.
Some people, still watching the drama unfold, quietly whispered, "That's Ye Yiyun!"
"Ah, he's Ye Yiyun, then this guy is in for it!"
"I think so, just wait and see, he's definitely going to get a severe beating. A genius isn't just anyone; if I were Ye Yiyun, I wouldn't be able to hold back!"
To all this, Hao Jian remained indifferent.