Demon Suppression Envoy Qin Wei

Night fell.

A black shadow leaped out of Ling Estate and swiftly vanished into the night.

Demon Suppression Division.

Looking at the brightly lit Demon Suppression Division headquarters, Ling Yun's eyes flickered. He then skillfully slipped into a concealed alleyway and waited patiently.

Before long, several figures emerged from the Demon Suppression Division in a group. After warily surveying their surroundings, they hurried off in a certain direction.

What they failed to notice was a black shadow flashing past from a corner, silently trailing behind them.

Soon, they vanished from the area one after another.

Cloud City's eastern district.

Three figures lay sprawled on the ground in a sorry state, glaring resentfully at the burly man before them. "Zhang Mu! You've provoked our Demon Suppression Division time and again. Do you really think no one in the Demon Suppression Division can deal with you?!"

Ling Yun merely glanced at them, too lazy even to answer. Every time, it was the same tired old lines. He was sick of hearing them.

With a slight exertion of his foot, an Evil Spirit let out a mournful howl before quickly turning into countless flecks of ash and scattering away.

The trio, watching this unfold helplessly, immediately had their faces twist with rage. They were on the verge of exploding from anger.

After all, for Demon Suppression Envoys like them, compared to directly killing Evil Spirits, trying to suppress them brought far greater rewards!

Yet this detestable fellow before them—who knew what grudge he held? These past few days, whenever anyone from the Demon Suppression Division went out on a mission, there was an eight- or nine-in-ten chance they would run into him.

Either he would strike from the shadows, or, like now, openly snatch their target right in front of them!

Moreover, he seemed to bear some deep-seated hatred toward Evil Spirits. Every single time, he killed them on the spot without the slightest hesitation.

The worst part was that this man was exceptionally powerful. If they dared put up even a little resistance, they too would be beaten black and blue.

As a result, everyone in the Demon Suppression Division now gnashed their teeth in hatred whenever this man was mentioned.

Meanwhile, after clearing out the Evil Spirit, Ling Yun suddenly turned to look at the three of them. After thinking for a moment, he strode over.

Seeing the "kind" smile on Ling Yun's face beneath the moonlight, the three swallowed hard and said tremblingly, "Y-you... what are you trying to do?"

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

Before long, after some "friendly negotiations" between both sides, Ling Yun held several banknotes in his hand and watched with disdain as the three men scrambled away and disappeared from sight.

These Demon Suppression Envoys were far poorer than he had imagined. The three of them together had not even managed to scrape up one hundred taels to lend him!

At this rate, who knew how long it would take to gather enough funds to purchase Spiritual Energy?

Ling Yun stood where he was and pondered for a while. This time, he did not continue on to stake out the Demon Suppression Division as usual.

After all, his true purpose tonight was not these small fry.

Before long.

"They're here!"

Ling Yun's expression suddenly sharpened as he looked up to the right.

In the night sky not far away, a tall black silhouette was racing toward him at incredible speed.

"Haha, boy, you've got guts! If you have the ability, then stand right there and don't run!"

Before the man even arrived, an arrogant, domineering roar of laughter had already reached Ling Yun's ears.

Ling Yun's expression did not change. He truly remained standing where he was, quietly waiting.

Soon, accompanied by a gale rushing into his face, a brawny man appeared before him.

He was bare-chested, the muscles across his body bulging outrageously like lumps of flesh. His eyes were fierce and savage, as though he would choose someone and devour them.

If he had to be described, he was a man as ferocious and overbearing as a lion or tiger.

Demon Suppression Envoy Qin Wei, captain of the first Demon Suppression Envoy squad.

When Qin Wei saw that Ling Yun had truly waited obediently in place, a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes.

After all, in his impression, aside from their first encounter, this fellow had always run faster than a rat slipping away whenever he saw him.

Why had he suddenly grown so bold today?

But Ling Yun clearly had no intention of saying much. He merely slowly extended a finger and crooked it at him.

This blatant provocation made Qin Wei freeze. Once he recovered, however, he could not help laughing in extreme anger.

"Heh heh heh... Very good, very good! Boy, it has been a long time since anyone dared act so arrogantly before me!"

"I hope that in a moment, you can still keep standing before me like this!"

As his words fell, a terrifying aura burst from his body. The surrounding air instantly fell still, and even the faint chirping of insects nearby vanished completely.

Yet as Ling Yun felt the pressure around his body, the corners of his mouth curled upward. A trace of excited Bloodlight flashed through his calm eyes.

Now that all three cultivation techniques had reached mastery, he wanted to see exactly where his limits lay!

Their gazes met. Without a word, they vanished from where they stood almost simultaneously.

Boom!

With a deafening crash, a tangible shockwave spread in all directions.

Within the smoke and dust, the two figures reappeared, right fist against right fist, both maintaining the posture of having thrown a punch.

Like two savage beasts, they were competing with the most primitive of strength.

With the two men as the center, the ground around them cracked outward layer by layer as though an earthquake had struck.

"Good!" A terrifying smile appeared on Qin Wei's lips. Rather than retreat, he advanced, unleashing a barrage of punches. In an instant, fist shadows filled the sky, covering every vital point on Ling Yun's body.

Facing this violent onslaught like a torrential downpour, Ling Yun neither dodged nor evaded. He likewise swung both fists and met the attack head-on.

Bang bang bang bang!

In an instant, fists collided with fists, and countless fist shadows appeared and vanished.

The two struck faster and faster, abandoning defense entirely. Their brutish bodies drove violent power as they smashed mercilessly into each other.

Under the collision of strength and physique, the air trembled and explosions rang out without end. The scene was terrifying beyond measure.

Ling Yun's eyes were crimson. Facing an onslaught with each punch heavier than the last, blossoms of blood burst across his bronze-like body. Even the fifth level of the Vajra Body seemed unable to bear it any longer and was about to collapse.

Yet Ling Yun seemed wholly unaware. A wildly excited smile spread across his savage face, as though a fire had ignited within him, growing hotter and hotter!

Just a little more! Only a little more!

At last, Ling Yun's blood and qi surged throughout his body. Veins bulged all over him at once as he threw a fierce punch into Qin Wei's chest.

Qin Wei refused to yield, firing off punch after punch and smashing them heavily into Ling Yun's chest.

Dong! Clang!

Following two explosive booms, both men were sent staggering backward.

"Cough, cough!"

Amid a bout of coughing, Qin Wei climbed out of the dust looking somewhat bedraggled. He brushed the dirt from his body, seeming none the worse for wear.

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

His bronze body was already covered in wounds, some deep and some shallow. Most notably, two deeply sunken fist marks had been left on his chest!

At that moment, his eyes were tightly shut as he stood silently in place, making his condition impossible to discern.

Yet as Qin Wei looked at the motionless Ling Yun in the distance, the admiration in his eyes only grew stronger.

He had already made up his mind. Whether this brat agreed or not, even if he had to tie him up by force, he would drag 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 brat, could he be...!"