Conflict Erupts, Ambushing Bone Forging

He had actually escaped, leaving them behind to fend for themselves!

At this moment, even the Cheng Family members were shocked. They had not expected things to develop this way—Zhou Qiming had been far too decisive.

Still, no matter how strong his Hardening Skill was, two fists could not beat four hands. Qiu Yun alone was already more than he could match, not to mention the dozens of Muscle Cultivation fighters backing him up.

Seeing this, Cheng Yan felt fortunate that Zhou Qiming had made the wise choice, yet there was still a trace of disappointment in her heart. In the end, he was not a member of the Cheng Family. There was no reason for him to risk certain death; fleeing from battle was only natural.

"I hope he can escape back to Jinshui Town and report this." Cheng Yan murmured in prayer.

"You should worry about yourself first. With the hall master acting personally, that bastard is dead for sure!" The Jinsha Gang members sneered darkly, licking the blood from their blades.

Running from battle and exposing his back to a Bone Forging Martial Artist like Qiu Yun was undoubtedly the height of stupidity. It would only make him die faster!

To everyone, Zhou Qiming was merely drawing out an ignoble existence, unable to escape this deadly calamity.

With Qiu Yun, the strongest person on the field, lured away, the situation eased somewhat. The Cheng Family members struggled to hold on, and the pressure upon them greatly diminished.

He tore through the forest and brushed aside leaves as the fine horse galloped at full speed, the scenery on both sides rushing backward.

The Cheng Family's fine horse panted heavily, its coat soaked through with sweat. It had clearly reached its limit!

Meanwhile, Qiu Yun clung to the rear like a maggot on a bone, constantly firing throwing darts and hidden weapons, forcing Zhou Qiming's escape path into sluggish, awkward turns.

"Boy, are you picking out your burial ground?" Qiu Yun's speed did not slow, and icy killing intent flickered in his eyes.

"So this is the strength of a Bone Forging Martial Artist? He's faster than me."

Zhou Qiming frowned.

The reason he had lured Qiu Yun away was that, while his offense and defense were powerful, his speed lagged behind by an entire major realm. If he exposed all his strength in public, Qiu Yun might be frightened into turning and running. Then, if he drew the upper ranks of the Jinsha Gang over, things would become troublesome.

After all, Qiu Yun was at the Bone Forging level. If Qiu Yun went all out with his Trump Cards, Zhou Qiming truly was not confident he could keep him here.

But since he had already offended the Jinsha Gang, he could not leave any survivors!

His strength was still not enough. Only strength could bring a sense of security. Zhou Qiming sighed.

"Hall Master Qiu, why must you drive things to the bitter end? There are only the two of us here. There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests. I can consider joining the Jinsha Gang!"

As Zhou Qiming spoke in false civility, he carefully sized up Qiu Yun, seeking a flaw in his Earth Fiend Legs.

How could Qiu Yun not know what he was doing? He also knew that the other man's mount had reached its limit and could not run much farther.

"You truly are a martial arts prodigy, boy. You managed to cultivate a mere Iron Cloth Skill to the Copper Skin level. That Yuan Tieyi was truly blind, treating only Xiao Tian as a treasure."

Qiu Yun reveled in the pleasure of toying with his prey. What he loved most was seeing prey fall into despair after exhausting all its strength.

He licked his lips and said viciously, "If you want someone to blame, blame yourself for killing a Jinsha Gang member. That is a capital offense!"

Had Zhou Qiming not killed Third Brother, Qiu Yun might have considered giving him a chance to offer proof of allegiance. Now, however, reconciliation was utterly impossible!

"Why do you have to force me?"

Zhou Qiming stopped, leapt down from the horse that had collapsed from exhaustion, and raised his icy gaze.

He had originally only wanted to keep a low profile and grow in peace. His cooperation with the Cheng Family had merely been to quickly obtain resources, restore his Root Bone, and charge toward higher Limit Breaking realms.

But the Jinsha Gang had pressed him again and again. Even without this incident involving the Cheng Family, its demonic claws would sooner or later reach toward the other factions in town. Hiding in Haolai Restaurant would not save him.

"Oh? You're ready to die, then." Qiu Yun stood with his hands behind his back. Seeing that Zhou Qiming was no longer struggling, he immediately lost interest in toying with his prey.

"Old bastard, take my saber!" Zhou Qiming stepped forward. The Mountain-Weight Saber wrapped in black cloth on his back was like a door plank, smashing down with surging force.

"Heh heh heh, the more you struggle, the more I like it." Qiu Yun laughed viciously, hatred surfacing on his face. One-armed Third Brother had been his Confidant, reliable and capable in every task, yet he had carelessly died at this brat's hands!

Qiu Yun had long been on guard against Zhou Qiming's sudden burst of power. His eyes were exceptionally sharp, and he had already thoroughly grasped the latter's capabilities. He possessed a body-tempering hard skill, with vigorous Blood Qi and force, but the gap in realm was simply too vast!

In Qiu Yun's Bone Forging eyes, this saber strike was far too slow to hit him.

Earth Fiend Force circulated as Qiu Yun shifted his body, intending to dodge the attack. He only needed to wait for Zhou Qiming to exhaust his strength, seize the opening after the old force had run out, and strike like thunder.

"Your way of fighting is far too immature." Qiu Yun shook his head.

Yet in the next instant, a cloud of white dust sprayed straight at his face with extreme speed, covering Qiu Yun before he could dodge.

That full-power saber strike from a Muscle Cultivation fighter had merely been a feint—the true dirty trick was Lime Powder!

"Not good! You despicable little wretch!" Qiu Yun felt searing pain in both eyes. He had fallen for it.

Back when he had still been at the Skin Grinding level, he too had used low, dirty tricks to ambush stronger Martial Artists. But he had broken through to Bone Forging years ago. Why would he still use the underhanded methods of his weaker days? Yet with one careless slip, karma had come for him.

If he did not wash his eyes with cooking oil in time, they might be ruined. Qiu Yun was enraged beyond measure, jumping and roaring like thunder!

"You deserve to die!" Qiu Yun's speed surged. He completely cast aside his contempt and desire to toy with Zhou Qiming, forcing his eyes open as he launched directly into a killing move!

Zhou Qiming did not stubbornly meet him head-on. He retreated rapidly, then raised a hand and flung another pouch of Chili Water from his right breast. In the flash between lightning and flint, it struck Qiu Yun's half-blinded eyes.

Qiu Yun's body halted, and the Monstrous Strength of the impact knocked his head backward. An even more torturous, destructive burning sensation surged forth, like a thousand ants devouring his heart and blades scraping flesh.

"Damn it! I'll kill you!"

Amid his hissing roars, Zhou Qiming seized his illness to take his life. He unleashed the Iron Cloth Fist at full Immense Strength, smashing several fists hard into Qiu Yun's chest like beating war drums, shaking the earth and mountains.

He also deliberately intended to use Qiu Yun as practice, making up for his greatest shortcoming in actual combat experience while grinding out some progress in the Iron Cloth Skill. A blinded Bone Forging Realm fighter was like a little lamb fallen into a tiger's jaws!

Pfft!

Blood sprayed across the ground.

After suffering successive dirty tricks, Qiu Yun's hair hung loose and disheveled, making him look like a savage evil ghost. As a Jinsha Hall Master, with such status and position, he had not suffered such a crushing loss in a very long time—let alone at the hands of a teenager!

If he did not slice this brat into a thousand pieces, how could he keep his footing within the gang?

Qiu Yun's fury flared higher and higher. He had never imagined that he had misjudged the other man's experience and fighting style.

He had assumed that someone who cultivated a Copper Skin hard skill and carried a door-plank-like saber would, even if not a reckless iron vajra who fought in broad, sweeping strokes, never be this underhanded.

Strong and still willing to use his brain—such an enemy was the most terrifying. Qiu Yun's eyes were bloodshot as he struggled to calm his state of mind.

He viciously gouged out his own eyes. Blood and flesh blurred together as the eyeballs, like knocked-out teeth, were casually flung to the ground. The piercing pain immediately faded, replaced by rage and towering killing intent.

"I admit that I underestimated your abilities. I will end that mistake myself. The Jinsha Gang absolutely cannot allow an enemy like you to live!"

Qiu Yun's tone was calm and cold. The Blood Qi and Five Senses of Bone Forging erupted, his perception locking tightly onto Zhou Qiming's breathing and movements.

At this moment, he was like a trapped beast licking its wounds, gathering a thunderous strike. With the extreme speed of his Earth Fiend Legs, the next move would decide life and death!

"Worthy of the vitality of the Bone Forging Realm. You're like a cockroach—you still won't die after all this." Zhou Qiming nodded. Blinding Qiu Yun had been to prevent him from escaping. Now, Zhou Qiming would let him learn what true cruelty was!