Chapter 0931 A Special Duel

Chapter 0931: A Special Sparring Match

Ying Chengyu laughed and said, "You kids are so fired up, always eager to fight the moment you meet. That’s no good!"

Ying Chengyu was helping Qin Yun, not wanting him to get into trouble.

He wasn’t afraid Qin Yun would lose—he was worried Qin Yun might injure the other party. If that happened, facing City Lord Murong afterward would be quite awkward!

City Lord Murong laughed, "Brother Yu, you’re wrong about this! Kids need to spar regularly to recognize their shortcomings and improve!"

The handsome long-haired youth said to Qin Yun, "I am Murong Zhangwu! I originally wanted to spar with Mr. Chu You, but he’s now imprisoned by the Tian Family. So… Grand Master, I’d like to learn from you!"

Qin Yun smiled faintly, "I won’t fight you because you don’t stand a chance against me."

Hundreds packed the great hall, and they were all surprised by Qin Yun’s words.

Everyone here was familiar with Murong Zhangwu and knew his strength well.

A yellow-robed woman standing beside Murong Zhangwu snapped disdainfully, "Third Brother Murong may only be at the Midstage Martial King Realm, but he was born with three martial souls and cultivates three cultivation paths! Even though I’m a Peak Martial King, I wouldn’t dare claim I could defeat him for sure!"

A silver-robed man next to Murong Zhangwu scoffed, "Third Brother Murong’s cultivation level is low precisely because he trains three martial souls! Don’t underestimate him just because he’s at the Midstage Martial King Realm—ordinary Peak Martial Kings are no match for him!"

"Even an early-stage Emperor Wu wouldn’t bet on beating him!"

"And you’re only a Martial King yourself, yet you’re so arrogant!"

The youths around Murong Zhangwu were all City Lord Murong’s grandchildren and close to Murong Zhangwu. They knew his strength well, so Qin Yun’s words pissed them off.

Qin Yun added, "I’m at the Late-stage Martial King Realm."

Murong Zhangwu smiled, "No problem! I just want to spar with you. During the match, no talismans, rune gear, or gear can be used—not even armor. How about it?"

The yellow-robed woman snorted, "Some Grand Master you are! Seems like someone who only gets by relying on equipment!"

"Murong Yuwei, don’t be disrespectful to the Grand Master! Apologize now!" City Lord Murong’s voice turned stern as he reprimanded sharply.

Grudgingly, Murong Yuwei lowered her head and said to Qin Yun, "Grand Master, I apologize for my rudeness earlier."

Qin Yun smiled, "It’s fine. I don’t like fighting, and I’m not particularly skilled in combat. Runes are more my thing. When I do fight, I prefer using equipment I’ve crafted myself."

"If I use my own runic artifacts and equipment, I could take all of you at once. But if I don’t, any one of you could defeat me within ten moves."

Hearing this, Murong Zhangwu said, "It seems the Grand Master doesn’t spar often, so he assumes equipment can be used. My bad."

City Lord Murong laughed, "A Runes Master’s edge is their gear! You guys train day and night in martial arts, techniques, and combat skills, while he has no time for that—he devotes himself to studying runes. If equipment is forbidden in a match, a Runes Master would surely lose!"

"Grandfather is right. This was my oversight," Murong Zhangwu quickly nodded. "In truth, our sparring matches are just child’s play. Real battles happen suddenly! When facing a sudden, powerful enemy, you do whatever it takes to survive—that’s true strength!"

Ying Chengyu chuckled, "So, forbidding Brother Yun from using equipment in a match is totally unfair."

City Lord Murong boomed with laughter, "But we must admit, the Grand Master’s strength truly surpasses that of my talented grandchildren! With his self-crafted equipment, he can defeat them—that’s remarkable, especially since he’s only at the Late-stage Martial King Realm!"

Apart from Murong Zhangwu, the others were all Peak Martial Kings!

To reach the Peak Martial King Realm at such a young age, and as City Lord Murong’s grandchildren, they were no pushovers.

Yet, the crowd still found it hard to believe that Qin Yun could defeat these geniuses using equipment.

Murong Zhangwu, Murong Yuwei, and the others had doubtful glances in their eyes.

"Grandfather, you underestimate us too much! We've drained a ton of your resources—among the six of us, five are Peak Martial Kings! Third Brother can even rival an Emperor Wu. How could we fail to take him down together?" Murong Yuwei whispered. "How about this: let him gear up, and let us fight him together!"

Not just Murong Yuwei thought this way—most of the people present shared the same sentiment.

Ying Chengyu chuckled. "You kids really don’t buy it, do you?"

City Lord Murong said, "Brother Yu, don’t just blame them. Even I, as their grandfather, feel that the Grand Master was overselling it earlier!"

"I believe he deserves the title of Grand Master, but even with his own crafted gear, I doubt he could easily defeat my grandchildren!"

Qin Yun replied modestly, "The Grand Master title came from others—I’ve never claimed it myself. You can call me Ah Yun or Brother Yun. The title of Grand Master is truly beyond me."

Ying Chengyu patted Qin Yun’s shoulder and laughed. "When others recognize you, that’s the real proof! Old Man Murong, how about this: let Brother Yun use his equipment and spar with your grandchildren?"

Qin Yun shook his head. "Let’s forget it. Because... it would burn through my Dao talismans. After all, this isn’t a life-or-death situation—I can’t afford to squander the talismans and artifacts I’ve painstakingly crafted."

Ying Chengyu chuckled. "Fair enough, fair enough. Brother Yun did say earlier that he could only win by relying on equipment. If he wins but blows through gear worth billions of purple crystal coins, such a sparring match would be meaningless anyway!"

The crowd gasped.

A single sparring match consuming equipment worth billions of purple crystal coins—of course he could win! Just gear advantage would seal the win.

Murong Yuwei fell silent, because scrounging up billions in gear is no small feat.

Though they were City Lord Murong’s grandchildren—and among the most outstanding—none of them possessed equipment worth billions.

City Lord Murong smiled. "How about this, Ah Yun? My grandchildren are usually quite arrogant. Spar with them and show them what’s what! If you win, I’ll give you a billion purple crystal coins. How’s that? If you lose... you eat the cost."

"Truth be told, they’ve been through the wringer but never faced someone with powerful equipment. For them, this would also be a valuable experience."

Qin Yun pondered for a moment before saying, "City Lord Murong, I don’t want the billion purple crystal coins. If I defeat them, just help me purchase Gong Zhangzhuo’s beast horn."

City Lord Murong frowned upon hearing this. "Gong Zhangzhuo’s beast horn is in my possession—I’m holding it for auction on his behalf. That beast horn is worth far more than a billion purple crystal coins!"

Qin Yun seethed inside—that mysterious beast horn had somehow ended up in City Lord Murong’s hands.

"Then forget about it," Qin Yun sighed and shook his head.

Murong Changwu and the others grew anxious upon hearing this. They itched to fight Qin Yun—they wanted to prove to everyone present that they could defeat him even when he used equipment.

City Lord Murong said, "Let me think it over."

Murong Yuwei pouted. "Grandfather, if he uses King-tier weapons, Demi-Immortal gear, or even Immortal artifacts during the match, we’ll definitely lose!"

Qin Yun smiled. "If we really are going to fight, you can use any equipment you want too. I never said you couldn’t."

"Then we’re guaranteed to win!" Murong Yuwei declared confidently. "We won’t even need Immortal artifacts—King-tier weapons will be enough! You’re going down!"

Murong Changwu said, "Grandfather, just agree to his terms! If we also use weapons and wear equipment, he doesn’t stand a chance! Then you won’t have to buy the beast horn for him!"

City Lord Murong laughed. "Fine! If you lose, you’ll have to pull grunt work for a spell. I’ll have someone prepare the arena right now—I’ll host a banquet there tonight!"

"Not only will you all spar, but I’ll also arrange some show matches to entertain our guests who’ve came all this way!"

"Done deal!" Murong Yuwei looked at Qin Yun with a proud smile. "Grand Master, we’ll see you in the arena tonight!"

Murong Changwu and the others quickly left, likely to get their King-tier gear ready.

Ying Chengyu also escorted Qin Yun out.

"Young man, are you really confident?" Ying Chengyu asked. "City Lord Mò Róng may seem polite, but he cares deeply about face. He’ll definitely outfit his grandsons with the best equipment! Even if you have equipment, you can’t take on five of them alone!"

The Hunchback Steward also worriedly said, "Brother Yun, if you lose, the losses will be heavy, and your reputation will take a big hit!"

Qin Yun laughed. "It's fine, it’s worth a gamble. If I win, that beast horn will be mine!"

Afterward, Qin Yun and Ying Chengyu went to find Kang Feiqing and Gong Feiyan.

Through the message conch, Qin Yun learned that Kang Feiqing and Gong Feiyan were already heading to the combat arena.

Ying Chengyu and Qin Yun also prepared to go wait at the arena.

Being intimately familiar with the area, Ying Chengyu led Qin Yun as they flew through the air.

...

The combat arena was a vast square, with a spacious dueling platform at its center, surrounded by dozens of enormous ritual pillars.

Kang Feiqing, holding Gong Feiyan’s hand, was surrounded by a crowd at the edge of the arena—the Gong clan members.

Over a hundred Gong family members had come for the banquet, men and women, young and old. They all looked down on Gong Feiyan and Kang Feiqing, and some had previously provoked Gong Feiyan.

"Well, well, if it isn't you two sneaking in!" a middle-aged Martial King from the Gong family sneered. "Do you even realize what occasion this is? How dare you show up uninvited?"