Chapter 0624: Falling into the Same Pit Twice

Chapter 0624: Falling into the Same Trap Twice

Although Liu Jingmeng was strong, Granny Ma and Bao Changshou would never let her enter the fight, as she was not skilled in combat.

Of course, if she were to fight desperately, Liu Jingmeng’s strength would indeed be terrifying.

Jian Nanhu, though eager for battle, also recognized how precious Liu Jingmeng was—otherwise, Granny Ma would have already sent her into combat.

The fact that Bao Changshou would rather accept Qin Yun’s terms than allow Liu Jingmeng to fight made the reason clear.

“Are you all ready?” Jian Shitian said.

Qin Yun and Jian Nanhu walked to the edge of the barrier and nodded at Jian Shitian.

“Begin!” Jian Shitian bellowed.

Everyone focused sharply, watching Jian Nanhu.

Jian Nanhu made the first move, his attack devastatingly fierce, nearly unleashing his full power!

Many among the elder generation could tell he had activated the divine technique “Sword Quakes Heaven and Earth,” channeling its power into his blade before charging at Qin Yun.

The terrifying sword intent behind this strike sliced through the barrier, creating an overwhelmingly terrifying presence!

Everyone present could clearly sense Jian Nanhu’s sword intent and knew it was aimed straight at Qin Yun’s throat!

Those who held deep grudges against Qin Yun burst with glee.

For in the moment Jian Nanhu swung his sword, they could already tell from the sword intent alone—Qin Yun was fated to lose.

Jian Nanhu's terrifying sword intent zeroed in on its target—without exceptional power, there was no way to evade or resist.

When Liu Jingmeng felt Jian Nanhu's sword intent, tears welled in her eyes and she quickly shut them, grabbing Jian Ruyan's arm in panic, deeply fearing for Qin Yun's safety.

Jian Ruyan hadn't expected Liu Jingmeng to have such special feelings for Qin Yun—not romantic feelings, but genuine friendship.

Liu Jingmeng had few friends; she was starved for companionship, especially those with shared interests.

Qin Yun had always been very kind to her, warming her heart like a protective big brother.

She couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to him!

In that brief moment, the mood of the crowd changed dramatically.

Some felt regret, others joy, while Qin Yun's friends, including Liu Jingmeng, were overcome with sorrow.

In an instant, Jian Nanhu appeared before Qin Yun, his sword plunging through his throat.

Even Jian Ruyan felt a strange pang of sorrow, perhaps influenced by Liu Jingmeng's anguish.

"You lost!" Jian Nanhu sneered. "I thought you were stronger than this. You're even weaker than the last few I fought!"

"You're not the one I'm looking for!"

Though Qin Yun's throat had been pierced, only a thin trail of blood escaped—not much at all.

Onlookers reasoned it was because Jian Nanhu's sword remained lodged in Qin Yun's throat, holding back the flow of blood.

Smug, Jian Nanhu attempted to yank back his blade, only to discover it somehow fused to Qin Yun's throat—completely immovable.

Jian Nanhu, still smug, was suddenly struck with terror!

At that very moment, Qin Yun abruptly unleashed a surge of crushing gravity!

Kaboom!

The crushing gravity erupted violently, pressing down on Jian Nanhu and weighing his body down unbearably.

Jian Nanhu had faced this attack from Qin Yun before—in the Ghost Grass Demon Forest.

Now, he was completely certain: the Qin Yun before him was the same person who had defeated him there!

Jian Nanhu’s heart was filled with shock!

The moment the super gravity pinned him down, he gripped the hilt tightly, trying to pull out his sword—but the blade was stuck fast to Qin Yun’s throat!

Most unexpectedly, a surge of frenzied, crackling lightning suddenly roared through the blade!

Through his pierced neck, Qin Yun pumped savage crackling lightning energy into Jian Nanhu’s longsword.

The ferocious power surged as searing shocks tore through Jian Nanhu’s hand!

With a cry, Jian Nanhu released the hilt!

Witnessing this, the crowd stood stunned, jaws slack!

A sword lodged in his throat—yet Qin Yun showed no sign of injury. It was utterly bizarre.

Even more terrifying: Qin Yun could still unleash immense force, bending Jian Nanhu halfway to the ground!

Worse yet, Jian Nanhu’s sword-wielding hand had been scorched black by the lightning’s fury.

Qin Yun snapped a punch straight into Jian Nanhu’s face, drawing on the Nine Ultimate Primordial Force to deliver a shockwave laced with lightning!

Kaboom!

Jian Nanhu’s cheek exploded open from the impact as he hurtled backward, slamming into the barrier.

Then, Qin Yun leaped above him and drove his fist down hard.

Oscillating Thunder Dao Force formed into a colossal black palm, crashing down like a mountain.

Crack!

Jian Nanhu spat blood from the blow.

Landing on the ground, Qin Yun held a blade to Jian Nanhu’s throat and said coolly, "You lose."

The arena fell dead silent.

Jian Nanhu had truly lost—defeated in just a handful of Qin Yun’s strikes!

Earlier, when Qin Yun fought Hua Xiyue, the battle had lasted far longer.

Yet now, he had effortlessly crushed Jian Nanhu, leaving the crowd dumbfounded.

After a brief silence, a chorus of gasps and murmurs rippled through the spectators.

Jian Nanhu lay on the ground, blood dribbling from his lips. "So it *is* you... Good—damn good! Now I know who you are. I’ll beat you next time!"

"I yield!"

Jian Nanhu bellowed.

Jian Shitian let out a long sigh, withdrew the barrier, and stepped inside.

Granny Ma cursed under her breath, "That punk Qin Yun—wouldn't admit a thing before and had the nerve to trick me!"

"Qin Yun, that fraud! He's clearly so strong, yet he played dumb like a weakling!" Jian Ruyan muttered in frustration. "He deliberately lost to me in the Immortal Weapon Illusion Realm just to con me out of my Mystic Beast Bone!"

Qin Yun slowly pulled the sword from his throat. A flicker of pain crossed his face.

"Take it back!" Qin Yun handed the blade to the heavily injured Jian Nanhu.

Jian Nanhu took it and gritted his teeth. "Qin Yun, I'll be back for you!"

"Jian Nanhu, your weakness? Over-relying on your sword!" Qin Yun chuckled. "When you attack, you bet everything on this blade. From that moment, you were already beaten!"

Hearing this, Jian Nanhu slammed the sword into the ground in front of Qin Yun. "If I don’t defeat you, I won’t take this sword back either!"

Jian Shitian said softly, "Nanhu, your strength is more than enough. It’s just that unexpected factors came into play."

"If I couldn’t account for those variables or handle sudden changes, then it’s my own lack of ability!"

Burning with shame, Jian Nanhu clenched his fists. He had been defeated by the same opponent again—and this time, barely lifted a finger.

The Darkblade Qin Yun had recently forged wasn’t even used in the fight, adding a crushing insult to injury.

"Qin Yun possesses an indestructible Profound Body," Jian Shitian continued. "Ordinary weapons can’t harm him... and he’s holding back even more. Otherwise, the immense force you channeled through that sword thrust would have shattered his meridians!"

"He only had his throat pierced—no blood, not even a stutter in his speech. It didn’t affect him at all!"

"All of this is built upon his ironclad physique. To forge such a body, he must have been through hell!"

Jian Nanhu vividly remembered their duel in the Demon Ghost Grass Forest.

Back then, when he drove his sword into Qin Yun’s shoulder, it got stuck in his bones and wouldn’t go any deeper. That was when he realized Qin Yun’s flesh was like iron.

"Though I won, I still want to thank you. We’ll settle this at the tournament!" Qin Yun smiled, then turned to Bao Changshou.

He had won, so Bao Changshou had to hold up his end of the deal.

"Fine!"

Jian Nanhu was fuming. Once again, he hadn’t even gotten to fight properly before being swiftly taken down.

Jian Shitian began dismantling the barrier, readying to leave with Jian Nanhu.

At that moment, a demi-immortal from the Yang family approached and said, "Qin Yun, Yang Yanxing is still in your hands—is he alive?"

"He is," Qin Yun nodded.

"Then release him now!" the Yang demi-immortal snapped coldly, his voice filled with fury.

"He tried to kill me once. Why should I let him go?" Qin Yun sneered.

Bao Changshou quickly stepped forward, positioning himself protectively in front of Qin Yun.

"Old Bao, tell Qin Yun to release our Yang family member!" the Yang elder demanded.

"That's a grudge between you two—settle it yourselves!" Bao Changshou declared. Seeing how formidable Qin Yun was, he resolved to protect him.

Even under pressure from the white-masked man, he would ensure Qin Yun remained in Celestial Armory City.

"Qin Yun, what will it take for you to release Yang Yanxing?" the Yang family’s peak-stage elder asked.

"Fifty Yuanling Mystic Pills!" Qin Yun replied.

"In your dreams!" the Yang family’s half-immortal elder roared.

"Then no deal!" Qin Yun said, turning and walking toward the gate of the Immortal Armory Palace.

"Wait!" the elder shouted. "Let me see him first!"

Qin Yun took out the bound Yang Yanxing from his Beast Pouch.

Yang Yanxing was dead asleep, appearing extremely weak.

A Xuanwu-realm Martial Lord was certainly worth fifty Yuanling Mystic Pills.

"He's perfectly intact!" Qin Yun said.

"All right, here are fifty Yuanling Mystic Pills—take them!"

Cornered like this, the Yang family had no choice but to comply. They all knew too well the immense value of a Xuanwu-realm Martial Lord.

Moreover, if they didn’t ransom their own man back, the Yang family would lose face completely.

Qin Yun gained another fifty Yuanling Mystic Pills!

He needed vast quantities of these pills to cultivate his mental energy.

Yuanling Mystic Pills enhanced spirit cultivation, and since his spirit had undergone stellar transformation, he would need to absorb even more power.

Qin Yun handed Yang Yanxing back.

The elder grabbed him and took one look before erupting with fury: "He's crippled!"

"Of course. He tried to kill me—if I hadn't crippled him, he might come back later to finish the job." Qin Yun showed no mercy toward the Yang family.

The Long family had been furious over the deaths of Long Kuangxing and one of their elders.

Now, seeing the Yang family’s half-immortal suffer such humiliation, they felt a twisted satisfaction that evened the scales somewhat.

The onlookers were utterly impressed by Qin Yun, amazed that he dared to hoodwink the Yang family’s half-immortal so boldly.

"I'll kill you!"

With a thunderous voice, the Yang family’s half-immortal roared as he summoned forth a golden spear blazing with imperial majesty, radiating overwhelming regal might.

That spear was a Monarch Artifact—stronger than a Dao Artifact!