Chapter 0805 Street Brawl

Chapter 0805: Fight in the Streets

Qin Yun had already anticipated that these people were sore losers. He looked at Long Shanwei calmly and asked, "Boss, what do you think?"

Long Shanwei took a deep breath and said, "Young man, I’ve seen many people with good luck, but someone as lucky as you—this is a first for me. However, I don’t buy that it’s just luck!"

Qin Yun sneered. "You all accuse me of cheating. Then tell me, how exactly did I cheat?"

Di Mingchun shouted angrily, "You’ve won so many times in a row, and every time with such high stakes! Even a blind man could tell you’re cheating!"

"The gold-jade bet was your idea, and the bead-guessing game was invented by your boss! If I were cheating, wouldn’t you have noticed?" Qin Yun laughed. "Face it, you’re just sore losers!"

With dice and gold jade, one might still argue Qin Yun was cheating.

But Long Shanwei had just invented the bead-guessing game, and Qin Yun still won. There’s no way to call foul play here.

The onlookers also felt that Pan Long Xuan’s group were simply poor losers, after getting cleaned out.

"We might not have proof yet, but you were definitely cheating!" Long Shanwei stood up, glaring coldly at Qin Yun. "If you don’t return those purple crystal coins, you’re not going anywhere!"

After all, Long Shanwei had lost nearly ten billion purple crystal coins. Anyone would be livid.

"Don’t forget—this is Immortal Weapon City!" Qin Yun smiled. "If this blows up, let’s see who suffers more!"

Di Mingchun scoffed. "Big deal, it’s Immortal Weapon City? My father is an Emperor Wu in the Immortal Weapon Palace. If this gets out of hand, I’ll drag you to him and let him handle a cheat like you!"

Qin Yun had already guessed that Di Mingchun had the guts to cheat so openly in Pan Long Xuan because his father protected the establishment.

But then again, Di Mingchun’s father had likely been taken down by Granny Ma, so Qin Yun wasn’t worried.

"I’m a disciple of the Immortal Weapon Palace—and a Martial King!" Di Mingchun sneered.

Seeing Di Mingchun stand up like this, Long Shanwei and the rest of Pan Long Xuan’s crew got cockier. At the very least, if they caused trouble here, Immortal Weapon City would look the other way.

"What a coincidence—I’m also a disciple of the Immortal Weapon Palace!" Qin Yun smiled faintly.

"Oh? In that case, you’d better cough up those purple crystal coins!" Di Mingchun laughed loudly. "If I find out who you are, I’ll make sure you’re gone from the Immortal Weapon Palace!"

"So, you don’t know who I am?" Qin Yun asked.

"Why would I recognize some nobody like you who hasn’t even reached the Martial King realm? But you do have some interesting tricks—you’ve got my attention now. I’ll definitely find out who you are!" Di Mingchun threatened.

Qin Yun said, "Since I’m a disciple of the Immortal Weapon Palace, you still think you can stop me?"

Long Shanwei gave a few middle-aged men nearby a look. Immediately, a group of people blocked the staircase, preventing anyone from leaving.

Di Mingchun smirked darkly. "Originally, if you just returned the purple crystal coins you won, we might have let you go. But now… cheats get what’s coming to them!"

The crowd held their breath—Long Shanwei’s group was about to start a fight right here!

Getting caught in a private brawl in Immortal Weapon City was extremely dangerous.

People quickly scattered, afraid of getting caught in the crossfire.

Anyone could tell that Qin Yun only had the aura of the Late-stage Profound Realm, with only a faint edge of martial profound energy.

But Di Mingchun was at the Martial King realm!

"A disciple of our Immortal Weapon Palace dares to cheat in a casino? Then let me teach him a lesson!" Di Mingchun rolled up his sleeves, his face dark with menace.

Long Shanwei and a group of people from Pan Long Xuan stood by, smirking.

Qin Yun frowned and said, "You really wanna make this a big deal?"

Long Shanwei laughed loudly, "Don’t worry, we won’t escalate things! We’re just here to put you in your place—no one's gonna know. We’ve handled plenty of guys like you before, and nothing ever happened, right?"

Di Mingchun slowly approached Qin Yun. With his Martial King-level strength, he could easily overpower any Profound Martial Realm cultivator, so he had no fear of the man before him.

Just as he stepped forward, Qin Yun suddenly vanished—his aura vanishing completely!

Everyone froze in shock!

In the split second Di Mingchun froze in surprise, a loud *smack* echoed!

Though the moment was fleeting, the people here were no pushovers—they clearly saw Qin Yun reappear and deck Di Mingchun across the jaw!

*Boom!*

Di Mingchun was sent hurtling, crashing through the wall and tumbling down from the top floor to the street below.

Long Shanwei, also a Martial King, was shook by Qin Yun’s power!

"You—!" Long Shanwei suddenly made his move, rushing toward Qin Yun to grab him.

But just as he closed in, Qin Yun vanished again.

Long Shanwei quickly summoned a powerful energy shield, forming a protective barrier around himself.

*Whoosh!*

Qin Yun popped up behind Long Shanwei, wielding a black blade, and slashed downward at his body!

"Ah—!"

Long Shanwei screamed in terror as half his body was split open—a gruesome mess.

The other gamblers in the casino stood there, stunned. If even their Martial King-level boss had been reduced to this, what hope did us Profound Martial guys have?

*Boom!*

Qin Yun punched Long Shanwei, sending him flying through the hole in the wall and down to the street below.

Di Mingchun’s face was bruised purple from Qin Yun’s slap. Just as he was about to make his move, he saw the mangled Long Shanwei come crashing down onto the street.

"These two trash Martial Kings, gambling all day—no wonder they’re so weak!" Qin Yun just scoffed, then dropped down through the hole as well.

Everyone scrambled to see, and many people on the street had already gathered.

Despite the late hour, Pan Long Xuan was filled with gamblers, all pouring out onto the street.

"Isn’t that Boss Long Shanwei?"

"And Di Mingchun!"

"They actually got beaten up? Who’s crazy enough to mess with them inside Pan Long Xuan?"

"Now this is a show!"

"Di Mingchun is from the Immortal Armory Palace, a Martial King, and his father is Emperor Wu—a big shot in the Hall of Law!"

Di Mingchun saw Qin Yun landing with a black long blade dripping blood in hand and angrily shouted, "You're done for! The Immortal Armory Palace's guards are already on their way!"

No sooner had Di Mingchun spoken than Qin Yun blinked forward, slashing at his shoulder and lopping off an arm!

This sent instant shockwaves through the crowd!

For many years, no one had dared brawl openly in the streets!

And the victim was one of their own from the Immortal Armory Palace!

Even Di Mingchun hadn't expected that someone would dare to attack him in front of so many people.

Doing so was like spitting in the face of the entire Immortal Armory City.

Whoosh!

The sword's gust screamed, carrying an eerie chill as it swiftly struck again!

The seemingly unremarkable swing was fast, precise, and ruthless—taking the shortest path, the most appropriate force, and the perfect angle to smoothly sever Di Mingchun's other arm!

The crowd erupted in another wave of astonished cries, rippling through the night!

"Ah—!" Di Mingchun's blood-curdling scream sent chills down everyone's spines.

The Immortal Armory Guards finally arrived—a group of hulking warriors clad in black armor.

"I am... I am Di Mingchun, a Martial King of the Immortal Armory Palace! Capture this bastard now!" Di Mingchun shrieked through gritted teeth.

The Immortal Armory Guards numbered fifty strong, consisting of several squads, all led by Martial Kings.

Upon arrival, they swiftly surrounded the scene.

Long Shanwei, Di Mingchun, and Qin Yun were all encircled.

"Take them all back and interrogate them thoroughly!" The guards, indifferent to identities, snapped coldly.

Di Mingchun shot Qin Yun a vicious grin, "You're dead!"

Qin Yun calmly sheathed the Soul Sacred Blade.

The onlookers watched in shock as the three were taken away. By now, they also learned that Long Shanwei had lost close to ten billion purple crystal coins!

...

Late at night, in a hall of the Enforcement Hall within the Immortal Armory Palace.

The injured Di Mingchun and Long Shanwei curled up in agony on the ground.

Qin Yun sat unfazed on a chair.

Suddenly, a gray-robed elder burst in. Seeing Di Mingchun's severed arms lying beside him, he bellowed, "Mingchun! Who did this to you?"

"Master... where's my father? Get him here now!" Di Mingchun whimpered. "It was that bastard who cut off my arms!"

At the same time, a council of elders—all Martial Kings—entered. Upon seeing the gray-robed elder, they quickly bowed in respect.

The gray-robed elder fixed him with a murderous glare at Qin Yun and made a sudden lunge, aiming a palm strike at his face!

Qin Yun sidestepped with lightning reflexes, drawing the Soul Sacred Blade as he coldly demanded, "Who are you, old man? Are you covering for Di Mingchun?"

"Hahaha... You don't even know? He is our Immortal Weapon Palace's newly promoted Half-Immortal, Duan Jingqin!" Di Mingchun bellowed with laughter. "You bastard, how dare you, a disciple of our Immortal Weapon Palace, do this? You're dead!"

Duan Jingqin glared coldly at Qin Yun and said, "Your movement skills are decent. Since you're a disciple of our Immortal Weapon Palace, tell me who your Master is! I'll take care of you and your Master together!"

"I have no Master!" Qin Yun replied.

"Then you'll die!" Duan Jingqin roared furiously and lunged at Qin Yun again.

"Stop!" Bao Changshou's voice boomed, forcing Duan Jingqin back several steps.

The Sect Master's arrival, and the group of Martial Kings and Duan Jingqin quickly bowed in respect.

Qin Yun had already informed Bao Changshou and Granny Ma upon entering the Immortal Weapon Palace.

"Sect Master, you must uphold justice for me! That bastard severed both my arms!" Di Mingchun immediately knelt on the grand floor, wailing.

"Qin Yun, tell me what happened here," Bao Changshou said to Qin Yun.

Di Mingchun, Duan Jingqin, and Long Shanwei stood dumbfounded!

They never imagined that guy was Qin Yun himself!

Everyone knew Qin Yun was held in high esteem by the Supreme Elder and had made immense contributions to the Immortal Weapon Palace, securing two Immortal Essences for the sect. Moreover, he was a Runes Master with a Dual Mystic Pattern Soul.

Thus, even the Sect Master had to give Qin Yun face!