Chapter 0604: Specialized Army Annihilator

Chapter 0604: Specialized Corps Annihilator

The BlackClad Corps is the most mysterious and powerful force in the Celestial Arms Mirage.

Granny Ma once said that the BlackClad Corps meant easy points—killing just one member would grant a hundred points.

Qin Yun recalled that the BlackClad Corps he had just encountered had over fifty members. If he could eliminate all of them, that's five grand right there!

"Holy hell, these BlackClad bastards are no joke!"

Qin Yun clenched his fists and re-entered the Celestial Arms Mirage, spawning inside a safe zone.

To his surprise, he had lost a hundred points!

Getting killed by the BlackClad Corps cost him a hundred points.

"Damn it!"

Seeing his points drop by a hundred, Qin Yun was pissed.

The BlackClad Corps was formidable and operated in complete secrecy. It was said that most who spotted them were dead before they could blink.

You'd need multiple top-tier corps teaming up to take them down.

At night, Qin Yun left the safe zone.

He headed to the headquarters of Long Qiaofeng's corps to pick her brain.

Under night's veil, he could use shadow power to conceal himself.

This way, even if the BlackClad Corps appeared, they couldn't just gank him.

"Long Qiaofeng has been here for a long time. Asking her should get some solid intel!" Qin Yun closed his eyes and scanned the map.

Long Qiaofeng had told him the location of her corps' headquarters and that he could seek her out if needed.

In Immortal Armaments City, if disciples had no other business, they would usually stay in the Celestial Arms Mirage, grinding for points.

Only by accumulating points could they exchange for rare skill manuals.

Especially those Heaven-grade manuals, which required a massive amount of points to obtain.

Late at night, Qin Yun arrived at a desert.

Standing at its edge, he sensed pulses of energy radiating from within.

"A battle?"

His curiosity piqued, Qin Yun blitzed into the desert.

After flying swiftly for nearly half an hour, he suddenly detected surges of a raging fire aura.

"It's Yang Shenglong!" Qin Yun recognized the aura.

Above the desert, all-out war had erupted.

It was the Qiaofeng Corps going head-to-head with the Shenglong Corps.

"Long Qiaofeng and Yang Shenglong are duking it out in the distance!" Qin Yun frowned as he looked into the distance. "Perfect. Then I'll clean up the stragglers from both sides." Time to farm some easy points.

Qin Yun sent forth five throwing knives!

After being enhanced through his crafting, the throwing knives had also become mystical weapons. For martial artists at the Ninth Layer Martial Path or the early Spirit Martial Realm, if they failed to defend in time, they were as good as dead.

Qin Yun lurked in the shadows, controlling the five throwing knives as they entered the chaotic battlefield, cutting down Spirit Martial warriors left and right.

His score was shooting up!

The Qiaofeng Corps and the Shenglong Corps were two powerhouse factions. If he wiped them out completely, he could gain over a thousand points combined.

Though some had already fallen in the earlier battle, there were still around seven to eight hundred points left.

The Spirit Martial warriors seemed to have sensed a shadowy attacker.

"It's throwing knives—Qin Yun is here!" someone suddenly shouted.

Many had witnessed Qin Yun's previous battles and knew he wielded lethal throwing knives.

Upon learning Qin Yun was present, both corps broke into panic.

Qin Yun drew a Darkblade and dove into the fight.

Those who tried to flee were chased down and killed by the throwing knives.

Qin Yun pursued the fleeing warriors, dropping them one after another with his blade.

To help Qin Yun kill more efficiently, Ling Yuner chipped in with her power as well.

Before long, both corps had been wiped out to the last man.

"Pathetic weaklings!"

Qin Yun hovered in the air, locking eyes on the direction where Yang Shenglong and Long Qiaofeng were, then melted into the dark, flying swiftly toward them.

When Qin Yun arrived, he saw Long Qiaofeng covered in wounds, going toe-to-toe with Yang Shenglong, her weapon already shattered.

"Yang Shenglong, you sneaky bastard! You ambushed me! Wasn't it agreed that our clan factions wouldn’t fight each other?" Long Qiaofeng snarled.

"The strongest elder of your Long Clan in Immortal Soldier City is being imprisoned for fifteen years. Your Long Clan has already lost its clout here."

Yang Shenglong barked a laugh, swinging a massive axe that unleashed waves of brutal energy blasts.

"Even if I kill you, the Long Clan won’t lift a finger—hahaha! Besides, Long Kuangxing supports my actions."

The Long Clan elder had provoked the Dharma Protector Hall and was thus severely punished with fifteen years of imprisonment.

During these fifteen years, the Long Clan's influence would wane, making it natural for other major clans to bully them.

Such was the way of clan factions—when forces were evenly matched, they united, but once one weakened, the others rushed to devour it.

Now, Long Qiaofeng had been ambushed by Yang Shenglong for the same reason.

She was still too young, never expecting Yang Shenglong to attack her corps, let alone through an ambush.

"Long Qiaofeng, I’ve wanted to have you for a long time. Even if I beat you half to death, I’ll still make you my slave!"

Yang Shenglong’s sick urges were fully ignited as he howled with laughter.

Long Qiaofeng, dressed in white, bore numerous gaping wounds—all inflicted by his brutal energy blasts.

"In your dreams! Even if I lose a thousand points, I won’t let you touch me!" Long Qiaofeng's voice was cold, her flawless face icy with fury.

From her tone, Qin Yun could tell her injuries weren’t too severe.

Long Qiaofeng channeled dragon-phoenix energy, unleashing immense power.

Meanwhile, Yang Shenglong’s martial soul seemed to be flame-attribute, his Hunyuan Dao Force erupting with blistering, oppressive heat.

"Originally, Long Qiaofeng and Yang Shenglong were evenly matched—she might’ve had the edge. But she lacks Heaven-grade martial arts, leaving her outmatched!" Ling Yuner remarked.

Qin Yun nodded in agreement. In terms of Dao Force intensity, Long Qiaofeng was certainly not weak.

However, Yang Shenglong had mastered Heaven-grade martial arts, allowing his Dao Force to be unleashed with far greater power than Earth-grade techniques.

This was Long Qiaofeng’s weakness, compounded by the fact that she had been ambushed earlier.

"Falling Sun Seal!"

Yang Shenglong roared as a massive fireball, resembling a miniature sun, descended, enveloping Long Qiaofeng.

Instantly, she was trapped within the blazing sphere!

KABOOM—

Under Yang Shenglong’s control, the sun-like fireball erupted in a series of explosions, battering Long Qiaofeng inside.

She shrieked, equal parts rage and pain.

"Long Qiaofeng fears pain and torture. Experiencing more of this might not be a bad thing for her!" Qin Yun fingered a throwing knife—he’d had chances to step in sooner.

After the fireball's explosion, Long Qiaofeng lay on the desert, covered in wounds, gasping shallowly.

"Pfft. Looks like the beauty’s gone, but your body is still quite nice!"

Yang Shenglong sneered as he stepped forward—only to see a streak of silver streak toward him.

A throwing knife!

The blade shot forth, striking Long Qiaofeng’s forehead and ending her in a blink!

With her death, Long Qiaofeng exited the Immortal Soldier Illusory Realm, escaping his sick games—just a two-point penalty.

Yang Shenglong went white. He recognized that throwing knife.

Here, only Qin Yun wielded those lethal blades!

Just as Yang Shenglong reeled in shock, a flurry of knives rained down.

"Qin Yun, stop hiding!"

Yang Shenglong was no slouch. With a powerful stomp, a dome of flame burst up, deflecting the incoming knives.

Then—Qin Yun materialized, right behind Yang Shenglong!

The Darkblade in hand, he swung with a seemingly basic slash, delivering a lightning-fast, surgical cut straight at Yang Shenglong’s lower back.

Yang Shenglong’s barrier flared defiantly—but the Darkblade cut deeper!

"Damn, that’s dirty!"

Yang Shenglong's waist was slashed horizontally, his bones shattered, throwing him completely off balance.

Whoosh!

Qin Yun's second strike was swift and precise, slicing clean through Yang Shenglong's arm.

When he felt it was enough, Qin Yun sheathed his blade and clenched his fists, laying into Yang Shenglong.

Electricity sparked off with each hit, as Qin Yun's fists struck Yang Shenglong's body.

Violent black lightning energy also surged into Yang Shenglong's body.

Yang Shenglong screamed in pain under Qin Yun's brutal assault, his suffering unbearable.

He never expected Qin Yun to be here. Even with his eyes closed, he could see Qin Yun's points soar by over 800, reaching 2,800.

The tenth-ranked contestant had just over 3,000 points, while Qin Yun now stood at twelfth place, on the verge of cracking the top ten.

Unable to endure the torment, Yang Shenglong was forced to bail from the Immortal Soldier Illusion Realm, got docked 1,000 points, knocking him out of the top ten.

As a result, Qin Yun's rank jumped to eleventh!

The top-ranked was Jian Ruyan, running solo as a disciple of the Jian Family.

Second was Tian Yaolei, third was Long Qiaofeng. The rest were relatively unfamiliar names, with middling scores hovering around 3,000.

The top ten were all close in points, as their primary goal was maintaining their ranks to secure qualification for the Martial Arts Championship.

Though they once held vast reserves of points, most had been exchanged for resources.

Even the top-ranked Jian Ruyan had only slightly over 4,000 points, while second-place Tian Yaolei had 3,900.

As day broke, Qin Yun left the desert, heading back to the city, but suddenly spotted a whole damn army approaching in the distance—another faction.

"Yaolei’s Crew!"

From afar, Qin Yun spotted the hulking giant standing over two meters tall.

Tian Yaolei's presence here clearly meant Yang Shenglong had led him.

Yang Shenglong followed behind Tian Yaolei, shooting daggers at Qin Yun. Losing 1,000 points and having his faction wiped out by Qin Yun was a total humiliation.

"Qin Yun, you’ve got balls! Almost made it into the top ten! But as long as I'm here, you won’t get that far."

Despite his massive frame, Tian Yaolei moved with startling agility, blitzing toward Qin Yun.

His exposed muscles rippled with lightning, flickering beneath his skin.

"Perfect timing. You’re just here to feed me the points I need to break into the top ten!" Qin Yun shot back with a grin.