Chapter 0833: Old Tricks

Chapter 0833: Same Old Tricks

After being sent flying by Qin Yun's punch, Long Chuanwu looked stunned. As he landed, his arm trembled with a numb, aching pain.

Qin Yun quickly supported Long Yucang and whispered, "Boss Long, are you alright?"

Long Yucang hadn’t expected this young sect master to be not only a master of arcane patterns but also possess formidable strength.

"Cough…" Long Yucang spat out a few mouthfuls of blood and shook his head. "Still alive... still alive..."

Long Yucang’s fifth uncle shouted furiously, "Didn’t you promise not to kill as long as someone surrendered?"

The Long family members felt Long Yucang had already been humiliated enough—there was no need to kill him.

Since he had surrendered, there was no reason to finish him off. After all, he was one of the Long family’s outstanding talents.

But Long Chuanwu refused to let it go. He sneered coldly, "This victory doesn’t sit right with me!"

The onlookers were speechless upon hearing this. It was usually the loser who was dissatisfied, but now someone was unhappy despite winning!

"I should’ve killed him!" Long Chuanwu clenched his fists and glared at Qin Yun. "What’s that guy to Long Yucang? Let him fight me!"

Qin Yun ignored him and instead helped Long Yucang walk away.

Long Chuanwu immediately dashed over, landing in front of Qin Yun and Long Yucang.

At the same time, the Heavenly Dragon Gate members approached, eager to see who had managed to send Long Yucang flying with a single punch.

Qin Yun had only just blocked that punch himself—his arm muscles were torn, and the pain still lingered. Fortunately, his rapid healing allowed him to recover quickly.

Long Yucang’s side only had his fifth uncle, who was just a high-level Martial King and likely no match for Long Chuanwu.

The Heavenly Dragon Gate members surrounded them, cutting off Qin Yun and Long Yucang’s path, refusing to let them leave.

"What do you want? I already surrendered—why keep pushing me?" Long Yucang shouted furiously.

"You surrendered, but this guy challenged me!" Long Chuanwu pointed at Qin Yun, his voice thick with anger.

"I’m Boss Long’s attendant. I barely managed to block that punch with everything I had!" Qin Yun said. "Even if I fought you, I’d forfeit on the spot—I’m no match for you!"

"An attendant?" Long Chuanwu sneered repeatedly at Qin Yun. "So you were just being a loyal dog?"

"Boss Long’s been good to me!" Qin Yun added. "He’s badly injured—I need to take him back for treatment!"

Long Yucang was quietly grateful to Qin Yun for not standing idly by at a time like this. He had assumed Qin Yun would be glad to see him dead, especially after receiving hundreds of billions of purple crystal coins from him earlier.

Just then, a youth stepped forward and looked Qin Yun up and down. "Long Yucang never had an attendant like this before. Is he new?"

"Since when do you care who my attendants are?" Long Yucang snapped at the youth.

"Still acting tough when you’re half-dead?" The youth smirked coldly.

"Go on, kill me if you’ve got the guts! Take out my grandfather while you’re at it!" Long Yucang roared.

Long Yucang’s grandfather was still in seclusion—a mighty Half-Immortal.

Previously, when Long Yucang’s father had died in a duel, at least he lost fair and square.

But now that Long Yucang has already admitted defeat, if they continue to harass him, his grandfather will surely fly into a rage when he comes out.

"Long Yucang, I won't kill you. I just want to fight this guy!" Long Chuanwu's hand still ached, as he hadn't felt pain in a long time, so he was determined to battle Qin Yun.

"I'm only at the peak of the Xuanwu Realm, not even a Martial King! I already said that I gave my all to block your punch to protect Boss Long, and I’m badly injured internally. I can't possibly defeat you!" Qin Yun said angrily.

"You're just an underling. Why so much nonsense?" A middle-aged Martial King stepped forward and took a swing at Qin Yun's face.

Qin Yun quickly dodged by tilting his head.

At the same time, Long Chuanwu swiftly moved behind Qin Yun and delivered a heavy punch to his back, forcing Qin Yun to spit blood.

"Stop it!" Long Yucang roared furiously, worsening his injuries.

Long Chuanwu was the vindictive type. Since Qin Yun had blocked him from killing Long Yucang, he held a grudge and was determined to kill Qin Yun today.

Surrounded by this group, Qin Yun couldn't fight back—otherwise, he would die. The Heavenly Dragon Gate had several fearsome Half-Immortals.

"You're not highly skilled, yet you could block my punch. You’ve got some skill!" Long Chuanwu felt slightly better seeing Qin Yun spit blood, a malicious grin appearing on his face.

"Do you want to know how I blocked your punch just now?" Qin Yun suddenly laughed.

"Oh? Go on, then," Long Chuanwu asked.

The nearby elders and the audience were also curious and watched intently.

"Because this arm of mine is born with freakish strength! I can't defeat you—after all, I lack proper martial arts training—but if it's a contest of pure strength, I won't lose to you!" Qin Yun rolled up his sleeve confidently.

"Nonsense! A mere Xuanwu Realm punk? No matter how strong you are, can you surpass Chuanwu, a mid-tier Martial King?" A tall, arrogant, beautiful woman sneered.

"My strength lies only in this arm. In speed and other aspects, I definitely can’t touch Long Chuanwu!" Qin Yun said. "But in an arm-wrestling match, I'd surely win him!"

This immediately lit a fire under Long Chuanwu!

"And if I win?" Long Chuanwu sneered, skeptical.

"Let's play a game! An arm-wrestling match. The loser gets slapped—how about that? If you win, you can slap me hard!" Qin Yun smirked.

He had played this game before and had a blast with it.

Long Chuanwu, a mid-tier Martial King, was certain he wouldn't lose to a peak Xuanwu Realm fighter, especially one he had already injured.

"Chuanwu, compete with him! After you win, let me break his face!" the tall woman said arrogantly.

"Fine!" Long Chuanwu smirked.

At that moment, an elder brought out a square stone to serve as a table for their arm-wrestling match.

Qin Yun dropped into a stance, placed his hand on the table, and gripped Long Chuanwu's hand.

"Begin!" an elder from the Heavenly Dragon Gate barked, finding the spectacle amusing.

As soon as it started, Long Chuanwu's body trembled, and his King Dragon Totem flared to life, golden and dazzling like a golden sun enveloping him, emitting an intense radiance.

Those nearby quickly retreated, unable to bear the dazzling radiance.

Long Yucang was also helped away by his fifth uncle.

The Heavenly Dragon Gate members stepped back in shocked silence.

They all knew Long Chuanwu was very strong, yet he didn't immediately press Qin Yun's wrist down.

Long Chuanwu was also shocked, as he felt his strength seemed to dissipate inexplicably.

Hidden beneath the flesh of Qin Yun's wrist was a Nine Sun spirit core, which quickly absorbed Long Chuanwu's formidable power upon sensing it.

Long Chuanwu had no idea what was happening, only feeling his strength being suppressed by his opponent.

Of course, Qin Yun was also releasing immense power, thanks to his Immortal-Demon Physique, which was equivalent to having three Dao Mystic Pills within him.

The martial mystic force he unleashed carried tremors and thunderfire, making it extremely violent.

Long Chuanwu's hand was bathed in golden light, while Qin Yun's wrist sizzled with dark, flame-wreathed lightning.

The thousands of Long family members in the arena murmured in surprise as Long Chuanwu's hand began to be pressed down.

Long Chuanwu also realized his strength was no match for Qin Yun's, was being gradually overwhelmed. Despite exerting all his strength, he couldn't push back.

"Chuanwu, what are you doing?" the tall woman shouted.

Long Chuanwu gritted his teeth and roared. His bare chest erupted in golden radiance, revealing a golden dragon—a Projection of martial dao energy!

The golden dragon's phantom coiled around Long Chuanwu's body and arm, instantly amplifying his power enough to lift his hand and counter-press Qin Yun.

"As expected of my fiancé! Put that punk in his place and let me beat his face to a pulp!" the tall woman yelled.

The spectators buzzed with shock—this woman was Long Chuanwu's fiancée, and she seemed formidable too!

Qin Yun grunted and Activated his Earthquake Art, directing tremorous energy into his wrist.

Everyone could see the tendons standing out like cords on Qin Yun's arm, shadowy power roiling as it trembled violently.

The golden dragon phantom on Long Chuanwu's arm flickered erratically under the vibrations.

"You bastard!" Long Chuanwu's face flushed red as he cursed—his hand had been slammed against the table. He had lost!

Long Chuanwu had actually been bested in an arm-wrestling match!

Long Yucang drew a sharp breath.

It was clear both had gone all out, testing their mastery of power and coordination.

Yet Long Chuanwu, despite his superior edge, had still lost!

"I told you, this arm never loses in arm-wrestling," Qin Yun said, rubbing his wrist with a faint smile. "As agreed, you owe me that slap. Of course, if you want to back out, I can't stop you."

The Heavenly Dragon Gate members and the Long family elders' expressions darkened.

Earlier, Long Chuanwu had chased down a surrendering Long Yucang, already tarnishing his reputation. If he reneged now, he'd be the butt of jokes of the Long family.

"Chuanwu, let him try. With your defense, he can't hurt you," the tall woman sneered.

Not wanting to be called a coward, Long Chuanwu agreed. A semi-transparent golden aura enveloped his body—clearly a powerful energy barrier.