Ten o’clock.
The gym.
Dressed in a black Chinese-style jacket with clasp buttons and thousand-layer cloth shoes, Feng Wudao, attired like a typical martial artist from Martial Forest, walked from the stands toward the center of the gym.
His expression was very calm since his fighting capability was just a bit higher than Huang Lianying’s.
Even without yesterday’s challenge, he was confident that he could defeat Qin Yu.
Not to mention, Qin Yu and Huang Lianying were both severely injured, with almost no fighting capacity left.
"Qin Yu, come on!"
Lu Wenrou gently patted Qin Yu’s arm.
"Mhm, I will give Feng Wudao a surprise!"
Having said that, Qin Yu intentionally hobbled down from the stands.
Many admired Qin Yu’s willpower, for he was still willing to accept the challenge against Feng Wudao despite being so badly injured.
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"Heh, brother, why are you doing this to yourself?"
Once Qin Yu came near, Feng Wudao spoke in a voice low enough for only the two of them to hear, "The Shen Zhao Jing was never the Qin Family’s property. Why not share it for the benefit of all? Must it come to the point of losing your life?"
"True, the Shen Zhao Jing is not the Qin Family’s. Nor is it the Martial Alliance’s. If I wish to share it, I will, and if not, are you going to forcibly take it?"
Qin Yu looked at Feng Wudao and said coldly.
"Survival of the fittest is the rule of this society. Don’t tell me such a simple truth is something I need to teach you?"
Seeing Qin Yu still so uncompromising, Feng Wudao couldn’t help but frown.
To him, defeating Qin Yu wasn’t difficult; what was difficult was how to pry open his mouth. This kid’s mouth was like a stone in a cesspool, stinky and hard.
"I don’t want to hear your bandit logic. I just want to ask you one question, did you kill my grandfather?"
Qin Yu stared intently at Feng Wudao, his eyes flickering with a cold light, his fists clenched slightly, suppressing the pain in his heart.
His grandfather’s old, kind face kept flashing through his mind.
"So what if I did? Who asked that old man to be so unappreciative!"
Feng Wudao said contemptuously.
As if stepping on an ant, when you’ve crushed its parents, crushed its grandfather, and it still says it wants revenge, would you take it seriously?
"Good, very good."
Qin Yu gritted his teeth, "You want the Shen Zhao Jing, right? Come on then, defeat me first!"
"Hmph, with the state you’re in, I could press you to death with one finger!"
Feng Wudao extended a finger swiftly toward Qin Yu’s forehead.
If he needed to go all out against someone bandaged all over and without any combat strength, where would he, the Vice Alliance Hierarch of the southern martial artists, put his face?
"Whoosh..."
"Crack..."
Just when everyone thought there was no suspense and that Qin Yu was going to be defeated by Feng Wudao’s finger, an unexpected event occurred.
Qin Yu moved forward and grasped Feng Wudao’s finger, twisting it hard.
At the same time, his other hand shaped into a fist and smashed towards Feng Wudao’s throat.
"Hiss... Bang!"
By the time Feng Wudao reacted, Qin Yu had already broken his finger, but fortunately, he managed to block Qin Yu’s punch with his arm. If it had really hit him in the throat, it definitely could have killed him instantly.
Even so, he still retreated a step, somewhat embarrassed.
He looked at Qin Yu in shock, "How... how are you stronger than yesterday?"
"Secret..."
After speaking indifferently, Qin Yu stepped toward Feng Wudao, "I wonder if Ghost Shadow told you, but I have sworn to honor my grandfather with your head."
"Kid, what are you getting cocky about? I was just careless!"
Feng Wudao said, infuriated and embarrassed.
"Damn...what’s going on?"
Up in the stands, Tang Xuanwu blinked his eyes, his face full of astonishment.
Qin Yu had defeated Huang Lianying yesterday, which had already shocked him. But after resting for one night, not only had his fighting power recovered, he even managed to repel Feng Wudao, which seemed way too fake, didn’t it?
"Hehe, it looks like dual cultivating with a woman who has an Extremely Yin Constitution really did wonders for Qin Yu’s improvement. Should we find a few more women with the Extremely Yin Constitution to dual cultivate with Qin Yu, and forcefully turn him into a Pill Holding expert? That way, let’s see who would dare to bully him?"
Miao Xian’er said with a mischievous sparkle in her big bright eyes and a smug smile on her face.
"Uh... Miss, even if we could find a second woman with the Extremely Yin Constitution to dual cultivate with the young master, his gains wouldn’t be as great anymore. The first time is always the best!"
Ghost Granny couldn’t help but interject.
"Hehe, I was just saying it casually. I’m already quite satisfied with Qin Yu’s current state," Miao Xian’er said, still smiling.
At that moment.
Hotel.
Yan Mingyu and Zhou Zixuan were seated by a window, with a mobile phone on the table between them, livestreaming the fight between Qin Yu and Feng Wudao.
"Ms. Yan, it’s time to keep your promise. Drink up!"
Zhou Zixuan poured a full glass of red wine and pushed it toward her.
The celestial aura of the woman in front of him made him impatient to strip her bare and conqueringly make her cry.
"Look, they’re fighting again. If I hadn’t told Feng Wudao to go easy, do you think your bodyguard could have pressed a Vice Alliance Hierarch of the Southern Martial Forest in the first round?"
Zhou Zixuan was also puzzled as to why Qin Yu was so fierce, managing even to break Feng Wudao’s fingers.
But it didn’t matter, as long as Yan Mingyu believed that he had arranged for Feng Wudao to throw the fight.
"Ms. Yan, come on, drink! Otherwise, I’m going to call Feng Wudao and have him kill your bodyguard!"
Zhou Zixuan stared intently at Yan Mingyu’s slender and firm body, his eyes full of lust.
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"Fine, I’ll drink!"
Yan Mingyu bit her lip and picked up the glass of red wine, beginning to drink.
Trickles of red liquid flowed down her pale chin and into the enticing cleavage, igniting the flames of desire in Zhou Zixuan.
He watched her eagerly, hoping she’d get drunk off just one glass.
"If Qin Yu leaves the stadium in one piece, I’ll drink the rest of the bottle!"
After wiping her mouth with a napkin, Yan Mingyu declared.
She knew her limit with alcohol roughly equated to a bottle of red wine. She might get drunk by then, but as long as Qin Yu left the stadium, her bodyguard would rush into the hotel to rescue her.
Otherwise, would she really just jump into this pit of fire, knowing full well what it was?
"Good, Ms. Yan, it’s a deal!"
Zhou Zixuan’s eyes narrowed. Once Yan Mingyu got drunk, she’d be at his mercy, wouldn’t she?
"Then let’s watch the livestream!"
Yan Mingyu turned her attention to the phone, where Qin Yu and Feng Wudao were already locked in combat.
Their movements weren’t very fast, but each punch and kick was so powerful that they created numerous footprints on the ground and scattered blades of grass into the air.
Even through the screen, one could sense how dangerous the match was.
Bang...
Qin Yu’s body staggered as he took a punch to the chest from Feng Wudao, retreating several meters.
"Ms. Yan, if you want your bodyguard to suffer less, drink another glass!"
Zhou Zixuan glanced at the phone before pouring another glass of red wine.