Demon Suppression Envoy Qin Wei

Night fell.

A dark figure leaped from the Ling Estate, quickly vanishing into the darkness.

The Demon Suppression Division.

Looking at the brightly lit Demon Suppression Division headquarters, Ling Yun's eyes flashed. He then skillfully ducked into a hidden alleyway, waiting patiently.

Not long after, several figures left the Demon Suppression Division in formation. They cautiously scanned their surroundings before quickly rushing off in a certain direction.

However, they failed to notice a dark figure flash by in the corner, quietly following behind them.

Soon, both disappeared from the area, one after the other.

Cloud City, East District.

Three figures lay on the ground in disarray, looking resentfully at a burly man before them. "Zhang Mu! You've bullied my Demon Suppression Division twice now, do you really think no one in the Demon Suppression Division can deal with you?!"

Ling Yun glanced at them, too lazy to reply. It was always the same lines, and he was getting tired of hearing them.

He applied a little force under his foot, and an Evil Spirit let out a wail, quickly turning into countless specks of dust and dissipating.

The trio, who had witnessed this scene with their own eyes, had contorted faces, almost exploding with anger.

After all, for them, Demon Suppression Envoys, suppressing an Evil Spirit, if possible, yielded higher rewards than directly killing it!

But this detestable fellow in front of them, for some unknown reason, seemed to cross their path almost every time someone from the Demon Suppression Division went on a mission these past few days.

Sometimes he acted in secret, and sometimes he would directly snatch things right in front of them, like now!

Moreover, he seemed to have a deep-seated hatred for Evil Spirits, killing them on the spot without hesitation every single time.

What's more, this guy's strength was incredibly formidable. If they dared to obstruct him even slightly, they would also get beaten up.

This made everyone in the Demon Suppression Division grit their teeth in hatred whenever this person was mentioned.

Meanwhile, Ling Yun, having finished dealing with the Evil Spirit, suddenly turned his head to look at the three of them. After a moment's thought, he walked over.

Seeing Ling Yun's "kind" smile under the moonlight, the three couldn't help but swallow. They stammered, "What... what do you want?"

"Ah! No, you can't do this! Help!"

Not long after, after a "friendly negotiation" between the two parties, Ling Yun, holding several silver notes, looked disdainfully at the three as they scrambled away and disappeared from sight.

These Demon Suppression Envoys were much poorer than he had imagined. The three of them had only managed to scrape together less than a hundred taels of silver for him!

At this rate, it would take him a very long time to save up the funds needed to purchase spiritual energy.

Ling Yun stood there, contemplating for a moment. He didn't head to the Demon Suppression Division to lie in wait as he usually did.

After all, his true objective tonight wasn't these minor figures.

Not long after.

"They're here!"

Ling Yun's expression suddenly tensed, and he looked up to his right.

In the night sky not far away, a tall, dark figure was rapidly charging in this direction.

"Haha, you little punk, if you have the guts, stand there and don't run!"

Before the person even arrived, an arrogant and overbearing laugh reached his ears.

Ling Yun's expression remained unchanged. He truly stood there, waiting quietly.

Soon, accompanied by a gust of wind, a powerfully built man appeared before him.

He was bare-chested, his muscles bulging like small lumps of flesh, and his eyes were fierce, as if he were about to devour someone.

If one had to describe him, he was a man as fierce and overbearing as a lion or a tiger.

Qin Wei, a Demon Suppression Envoy and captain of the first team.

Seeing Ling Yun obediently waiting in place, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

After all, in his memory, the two had only clashed once. After that, whenever this guy ran into him, he bolted faster than a rat.

Why was he suddenly so brave today?

However, Ling Yun clearly had no intention of saying much. He slowly raised a finger and beckoned him over.

This blatant provocation made Qin Wei freeze for a moment. When he finally reacted, he couldn't help but laugh in anger.

"Hehehe... Very good, very good! Kid, it's been a long time since anyone dared to be so arrogant in front of me!"

"I hope you can still stand in front of me like this later!"

As his words fell, a terrifying aura erupted from within him. The surrounding air instantly fell silent, and even the faint chirping of insects disappeared completely.

However, as Ling Yun felt the pressure around his body, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, and a hint of excited bloodlust flashed in his calm eyes.

With all three of his cultivation techniques now perfected, he wanted to see his own limits!

Their eyes met, and without a word, they both disappeared from their positions almost simultaneously.

Boom!

With a deafening roar, an impact wave, as if tangible, spread outwards.

From the smoke, the figures of the two men reappeared, right fist against right fist, both maintaining their punching stances.

They were like two ferocious beasts, locked in a contest of primal strength.

With the two of them at the center, the ground around them cracked and split outwards in layers, as if an earthquake had struck.

"Excellent!" Qin Wei's lips curled into a terrifying smile. Instead of retreating, he advanced, unleashing a barrage of punches. In an instant, the air was filled with a flurry of fist shadows, covering Ling Yun's vital points from all directions.

Facing this onslaught, as fierce as a torrential downpour, Ling Yun neither dodged nor weaved. He too swung his fists to meet the attack.

Bang bang bang bang!

Fists collided instantaneously, countless fist shadows appearing and dissipating.

The speed of their attacks increased with each moment. With no defense whatsoever, their formidable bodies drove their fierce power, smashing into each other's bodies without mercy.

In the clash of strength and physique, the air vibrated, and explosions continuously erupted, creating a truly terrifying spectacle.

At this moment, Ling Yun's eyes were bloodshot. Facing the relentless barrage of punches, which grew heavier with each strike, his bronze-like body erupted with blossoms of blood. Even the Vajra Body at the fifth level seemed unable to withstand it, on the verge of collapsing.

Yet, Ling Yun appeared completely oblivious. A look of extreme excitement spread across his contorted face, as if a fire had ignited within his body, growing hotter and hotter!

Just a little more! Just a little bit more!

Finally, Ling Yun's blood and Qi surged, veins bulging all over his body. He powerfully slammed a fist into Qin Wei's chest.

The latter, showing no weakness, retaliated with a flurry of punches, striking Ling Yun's chest heavily.

"Dong! Clang!"

With two explosive sounds, both their bodies were sent flying backward simultaneously.

"Cough cough!"

Accompanied by a bout of coughing, Qin Wei emerged from the dust, looking somewhat disheveled. He brushed off the dirt from his body, appearing unharmed.

In contrast, Ling Yun was in a far more miserable state.

His bronze-colored body was already covered in scars, both deep and shallow. Particularly on his chest, two deeply indented fist marks were left!

At this moment, his eyes were tightly shut, and he stood still on the spot. It was unclear what his condition was.

Qin Wei, looking at the motionless Ling Yun not far away, felt his admiration grow even stronger.

He had already decided. Regardless of whether this kid agreed or not, he would forcibly recruit him into the Demon Suppression Division!

However, just as he took a step forward, his body suddenly halted. He looked at Ling Yun with disbelief.

"This kid, could it be...!"