Chapter Eighty-Five: Two Injuries and One Plea for Mercy

  Qin Yong didn't know that at this time, he had again provoked two outer sect disciples among the top ten. After driving off those outer sect disciples, he turned around to look at Fat Brother and smiled: "Do you still want to fight?"

  The two Fat Brothers' faces changed slightly, they were fighting Qin Yong head-on, neither gaining the upper hand nor losing out, originally thinking of looking for an opportunity to launch a counterattack. But now, where did they not understand the gap between them and Qin Yong? Unless they had martial arts skills like Ma Wei's fierce tiger knife method, there was hope to defeat Qin Yong. Unfortunately, their strength was inferior to Ma Wei's, and they hadn't grasped any martial arts skills that could compare with the fierce tiger knife method.

  "It seems that's not going to happen." Qin Yong said, his face suddenly turning cold, and shouted: "However, if you want to fight, then fight, if you don't want to fight, then don't fight, what do I count for? Since you're making a move on me, then you should be prepared to take the consequences. I won't go easy on you either, just like that person, lie down!"

  As soon as the voice fell, Qin Yong had already launched an attack, actively charging towards the two Fat Brothers. His innate sword energy revolved, his hand sword falling like a real sword in his hand. The momentum was overwhelming, causing the two Fat Brothers' faces to change and look gloomy, not expecting Qin Yong to turn against them so suddenly.

  "Qin Yong, you just got lucky earlier, don't think you can actually beat us!" Fat disciple roared in anger, also getting a bit indignant at being looked down upon by this newly promoted outer sect disciple.

  Although they had already understood Qin Yong's strength, they still wanted to defeat him and it would take some effort. Previously, being able to defeat one person was actually because that person underestimated them, plus Qin Yong indeed had a high fighting consciousness and reaction, and also had some luck, which combined to achieve such results, is completely impossible to replicate. Now Qin Yong actually took the initiative to attack, and his words were even more disdainful of them, this made the two Fat Brothers grit their teeth, determined in their hearts that they must give Qin Yong a good show.

  Bang, Fat Brother crossed his arms to meet the attack, choosing to defend heavily. Qin Yong's sword chopped down, and the Pre-Heaven Sword Qi swept out, that power transmitted into Fat Brother's arms through Qin Yong's palm.

  The Qi Wu Jing cannot release the true energy externally, even if Qin Yong's Xiantian Sword Energy is astonishing, it cannot break through this because it is a qualitative difference. Once it is released outside the body, it will be subject to great pressure and its power will decrease greatly. At this time, through vibration, the sword force becomes fierce and powerful, like a sword cutting, causing the fat disciple's arms to feel a wave of pain.

  The fat monk took a small step back, this was a helpless move to unload the force. If he didn't do so, he would have borne the full brunt of Qin Yong's sword. At this moment, it only hurt and felt slightly numb, but if he had taken the full impact, his arms might have been paralyzed for a short while, leaving him with a fatal weakness.

  However, Qin Yong would not let Fat Disciple retreat so easily. His right hand, which was originally holding a sword, transformed into a claw-like shape and grabbed Fat Disciple's arms, pulling him back. At the same time, his left hand struck out with a palm, attacking Fat Disciple's abdomen.

  This was almost the moment when Fat Brother was cut by the sword, Qin Yong didn't give Fat Brother a chance to catch his breath. This pull not only made Fat Brother's way of unloading power useless, but also gave Qin Yong an excellent opportunity to attack, and he took advantage of it, striking out with a palm that was almost in its infancy, with a force that was no less than the sword.

  Fat Brother barely managed to mobilize his true energy for defense, but the hasty defense couldn't withstand Qin Yong's attack. His true energy was instantly dispersed, and the dantian below his abdomen was shaken unstable. Fat Brother's qi and blood were inverted, and his true energy was in chaos. He retreated seven steps in a row before stopping, his face red and purple, with a mouthful of fresh blood spraying out uncontrollably. In the end, Fat Brother slowly collapsed to the ground, Qin Yong's attack rendering him completely unable to fight back. To recover, he would need at least a month of quiet recuperation.

  "Am I lucky or can't you beat me, no need to say now." Qin Yong sneered and turned his gaze away from the fat disciple, shifting it to the last person.

  This last person, originally together with Pangzi's disciple, wanted to give Qin Yong a pincer attack. Although the previous three-person pincer attack failed, it was because they underestimated the enemy. Who would have thought that after careful coordination, they still failed, and lost thoroughly, instantly being defeated by Qin Yong, who solved Pangzi's disciple in an instant.

  Now seeing Qin Yongwang come, the last person suddenly felt a chill, in terms of strength, among the three, his strength was actually lower, and Fat Brother's disciple was the strongest. However, now, Fat Brother's two disciples were seriously injured and defeated, leaving only him alone, having long lost his courage.

  "I was wrong, I shouldn't have laid hands on Brother Qin Yong." The last person hastily retreated, words of concession coming from his mouth.

  In Yunhai Sect, it's not about the seniority of entering first, but rather the emphasis is on strength. Even if Qin Yong became an outer door disciple for just one day, his current strength was already enough to make any outer door disciple of the Qi Wu realm call him "brother". Despite this, the last person who was originally hostile, now spoke in such a manner, which was already a sign of submission and begging for mercy.

  The fat monk and the first person to be injured saw this, their faces turned black, wanting to scold him, but at this time they were injured, Qin Yong would not dare to take action again, otherwise it would be excessive. After all, this is not a battlefield, private fights can't be too intense, otherwise it will be troublesome to investigate. If you go on stage, then it's really life and death.

  At this time, the two of them were in a precarious situation, and seeing that they couldn't get the last person to back down, they wanted to open their mouths to scold him. Who would have thought that as soon as he opened his mouth, blood surged up and he almost couldn't hold it in and spat out more blood. Only then did they hastily stop, adjusting the internal injuries, outwardly appearing not to be seriously injured, but actually having suffered internal damage, making things even more difficult to handle.

  "Who sent you to deal with me?" Qin Yong asked in a low voice without making a move.

  "No, no one instructed us. We just saw that Qin Yong had just become an outer door disciple and had reward contribution points on hand, and he had just gone to the Scripture Library and Treasure Pavilion, so we were moved by greed." The last person hastily shook his head in denial.

  Although he was yielding at this time, the last one understood that even if he was severely injured by Qin Yong, he couldn't say a word. Otherwise, it would be absolutely more serious than being severely injured by Qin Yong afterwards.

  Qin Yong saw the last person shake his head, with a hint of determination still in his eyes, and understood that there was no way to get anything out of him. In fact, it wasn't that there was absolutely no way, but doing so would be too ruthless; while it might be acceptable on the battlefield, they were now in private, and even if Qin Yong had the upper hand, it wouldn't be good to be too overbearing, so he just let it go.

  "Get out." Qin Yong said coldly and turned around to leave, ignoring the three of them.

  The last one had already softened and begged for mercy, Qin Yong didn't want to waste any more time either. After all, he was just a small figure in the outer gate, being used as a gun by others. Qin Yong had already surpassed them now, and would only surpass them further in the future. With his disciples watching around him, there was no need to leave behind an overly ruthless image. Despite this, when Qin Yong left, he seemed careless but was actually secretly on guard against the last person's sneak attack. Only after leaving did he feel at ease, quickly hurrying back to the courtyard to cultivate.