Chapter 0243: One vs. Three

Chapter 0243: One vs. Three

Qin Yun was in a hall of the dueling arena, waiting in line to pay the crystal coins. It cost 100,000 crystal coins to challenge an opponent, and the staff of the dueling arena would arrange for a match.

The dueling arena was raking in crystal coins effortlessly, much to the annoyance of many duelists, who could only complain in private.

In the hall, the duelists noticed Qin Yun and began to whisper about him in surprise.

The previous evening, Qin Yun's two matches had been astonishing.

In the first match, he defeated his opponent incredibly quickly.

In the second match, there were many clashes, and by the end, Qin Yun had obliterated his opponent completely.

Today, many people were eagerly anticipating how Qin Yun would win.

Finally, it was Qin Yun's turn.

"Hey, Senior, I'm back," Qin Yun said with a grin.

"Thanks to you, we sold a lot of entry tickets today," the elder said with a smile.

Qin Yun laughed heartily, "In that case, how about you don't charge me the crystal coins and just arrange an opponent for me?"

The elder shook his head, "I can't do that. I don't have the authority. The crystal coins must be paid."

"Miser!" Qin Yun snorted, and just as he was taking out his crystal coin card, he thought of an idea.

Seeing Qin Yun deep in thought, the elder smiled, "What is it? Are you getting cold feet? You did great yesterday, didn't you? Are you afraid you'll encounter someone who will curse at you again?"

"Senior, can I challenge more than one person at a time?" Qin Yun asked, "I have 3 million Xuan points. Can I challenge three people at once?"

Upon hearing this, the elder was stunned.

He wants to take on three at once, and he proposed it himself!

"What did you just say? Am I hearing it wrong?" the elder asked in disbelief.

"You heard me right, I want to take on three at once! This way, I can earn Xuan points faster," Qin Yun said with a smile, "I'm willing to pay 300,000 crystal coins. Isn't there a team battle or something here? I'll challenge a team of three duelists. That's okay, right?"

The elder took a deep breath and said, "Of course, that's not a problem, but... are you sure you can win? This is a one vs. three situation! And since you're a student of Star Profound Martial Academy, you'll have some reservations when fighting, and you won't be able to go all out. You don't have the advantage."

"Why should you worry? I’m not! I’m at the ninth level of the Martial Body stage. Even someone at the ninth level might struggle to beat me."

Therefore, he didn't think facing three intermediate duelists at the eighth level of the Martial Body stage would be a problem. He had great confidence in his strength and wanted to see how powerful his Yin-Yang Inner Pearl was.

"Since you're so confident, I won't say more. I'll help you find opponents," the elder said, taking Qin Yun's crystal coin card and deducting 300,000 crystal coins before starting to arrange for opponents.

Soon, the elder smiled and said, "I've found three duelists at the eighth level of the Martial Body stage with relatively average strength. They are disciples of the Blue Spirit Star Palace, from the Eastern Palace!"

"The Eastern Palace’s disciples should be pretty strong," Qin Yun said, "If they’re from the Blue Spirit Star Palace, how can their strength be considered average? Are you tricking me?"

"You don't know? The disciples of the Eastern Palace of the Blue Spirit Star Palace are actually the most ordinary in terms of strength, especially since they're here to earn Xuan points, which suggests they aren't doing too well in the palace," the elder explained with a smile.

Qin Yun replied with a wry smile, "Isn't Zhou Zhonghui very strong? Did he also not do well in the Blue Spirit Star Palace?"

"Zhou Zhonghui is a special case. He recently got out of prison, so he's not doing well in the Blue Spirit Star Palace. That's why he's here to earn Xuan points," the elder explained, "Don't worry, my judgment is always accurate. You’ll be up around noon."

Qin Yun collected his crystal coin card, left the hall, and headed to the highest level of the audience seats to find Lan Fengjin and the others.

The competition on the arena was intense, and many people's attention was focused on the arena, so they didn’t notice Qin Yun, who was wearing a straw hat.

Lan Fengjin and Xue Ziye were so engrossed in watching the matches that they didn’t notice when Qin Yun came up to them.

Qin Yun lightly patted Lan Fengjin's shoulder, but she suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"It’s me, Qin Yun!" he said with a grin.

Xue Ziye also saw Qin Yun and quickly said, "Qin Yun, did you like the breakfast? I made it all!"

"Very delicious. I didn’t know you made it! Thank you so much... I was wondering how someone as tough as Sister Lan could make something so delicate." Qin Yun said with a laugh.

"You're welcome. I made it to thank you for helping me heal my Martial Soul and also for helping me stabilize my Inner Element." Xue Ziye was impressed with Qin Yun.

"Don’t count me out yet! Maybe I'll make you a great meal too someday..." Lan Fengjin said, glaring at him with a white eye, then asked, "When are you going on stage? Do you know who your opponents are?"

"Opponents? I don’t know who they are, but the old man in charge of the arrangements said they are from the Eastern Palace." Qin Yun said.

"They?" Xue Ziye frowned, looking somewhat puzzled.

"Yes, I’m taking on three at once, so I can quickly earn Xuan points." Qin Yun said with a smile.

Lan Fengjin and Xue Ziye were both utterly astonished, looking at Qin Yun as if he were crazy.

"Hey, kid, has your brain been crushed by a door?" Lan Fengjin scolded immediately. "If this were outside, I wouldn’t be worried even if you faced three fighters at the ninth level of the Martial Body. But in this dueling arena, there are many restrictions! You can’t use spiritual artifacts or runes, and you can’t seriously injure your opponents. Under these conditions, there’s no way you can win against three Martial Body eighth-level fighters."

Xue Ziye also quickly said, "Qin Yun, you can still cancel! It’ll only cost you 300,000 crystal coins. I’ll help you pay; this is really too dangerous."

Qin Yun, however, was completely nonchalant. He knew his own strength and said with a smile, "Don’t worry. If I can’t win, I’ll just admit defeat. It’s not like I’ll die."

"If you do that, you’ll lose three million Xuan points. Your Xuan point card will have zero points, and you won’t be able to challenge anyone." Lan Fengjin was a bit angry because Qin Yun was being too reckless.

"What if I do beat them?" Qin Yun said with a smile, looking at the beautiful and uniquely charming faces of Lan Fengjin and Xue Ziye.

Lan Fengjin snorted and said, "There’s no way you can win against them!"

Xue Ziye nodded and said, "Those three disciples from the Eastern Palace, I’ve looked into them. They are triplets, with a mental connection, and they cooperate perfectly, like a well-oiled machine. Even if our whole team went up against them, we might not be able to win. So, there’s no way you can beat them alone."

"That damned old man actually said those three were of average strength. What a lie!" Qin Yun said angrily under his breath.

Lan Fengjin sighed and said, "The triplets from the Eastern Palace are very famous. They are known to be extremely strong, having reached the eighth level of the Martial Body at the age of eighteen. Their Martial Souls and spiritual veins are a secret, and they excel in team battles. With their three hearts connected, they can cooperate perfectly without any gaps! They’ve even defeated fighters at the ninth level of the Martial Body. So, you have no chance of winning."

For some reason, Qin Yun became even more eager to face the triplets.

"Why are you underestimating me?" Qin Yun said with a frustrated tone.

"We’re not looking down on you, but the fact is, under the conditions of the dueling arena, it’s impossible for you to challenge and win against three of them by yourself." Lan Fengjin said lightly. "If you don’t believe us, you’ll see how strong they are when you face them."

"Qin Yun, come on, let me cancel this match for you. Otherwise, losing three million Xuan points will be a big problem." Xue Ziye pulled Qin Yun's hand, trying to lead him to the hall.

Qin Yun grinned and said, "Since you’re both so sure I’ll lose, how about this... if I win, you both have to give me a kiss, deal?"

Lan Fengjin bit her lower lip and lightly stomped on Qin Yun's foot, then scolded, "You brat, what kind of nonsense are you thinking about at a time like this?"

"Come on, if you’re so sure I’ll lose, let’s make a bet. If I lose, you don’t have to kiss me." Qin Yun said with a mischievous smile.

Lan Fengjin glared at him fiercely and said, "If you lose, you have to give us some kind of compensation, right?"

"If I lose, I’ll give you both a kiss." Qin Yun said seriously.

"Shut up!" Lan Fengjin punched him on the head.

Qin Yun stuck out his tongue and smiled, "So, what do you guys think we should do?"

Xue Ziye bit her lip, as if making a big decision, and said, "I still owe you a few ninth-tier magic crystal cores, right? If you lose, I won't need to return them to you."

Lan Fengjin thought for a moment and said, "If you lose, you'll help me refine a few talismans."

"No problem, but only if you kiss me on the lips," Qin Yun said, pointing to his own mouth.

Lan Fengjin really wanted to slap him but hummed lightly, "I’ll only kiss your cheek, no way I’m kissing your lips!"

Xue Ziye also nodded slightly, "Cheek only!"

For a girl, kissing a guy’s cheek was already a big deal.

"Besides, I’m not gonna win anyway, so it doesn’t really matter if you agree to kiss me on the lips," Qin Yun laughed.

"Maybe we should just forget about the bet," Lan Fengjin wasn't going to let Qin Yun push his luck.

Qin Yun quickly replied, "Alright, alright, cheek it is, but then I get to kiss both of you back."

Lan Fengjin glanced at Xue Ziye and nodded. "Alright, I can agree to that."

"Okay, let's seal it with a handshake," Qin Yun raised his hand and slapped palms with Lan Fengjin.

Xue Ziye also extended her delicate hand and slapped palms with Qin Yun.

Qin Yun grinned widely, making Lan Fengjin grit her teeth in frustration. Xue Ziye, thinking about having to kiss Qin Yun's cheek, appeared a bit shy. Even though Qin Yun hadn’t won yet, the thought of kissing him was already making her blush.