These People Were Far Too Impulsive! (Please Keep Reading)

Duan Yun had come to lend a fist. Thinking of those two taels of silver, he figured standing a little farther forward was fine.

Watching the fast-blade fighter's head fall to the ground, he had already begun worrying whether he would still get the silver for lending a fist.

Lending a fist, lending a fist—when all was said and done, the employer had to win before he would pay properly.

Or rather, the employer had to be alive to have money to pay.

The situation before them was either defeat or death.

What Duan Yun found even stranger was that when the young monk called, "Next!" he was actually looking at him.

The young demonic monk looked at Duan Yun. The ugly wound on his neck continued to writhe as he smiled and said, "You."

That seemingly gentle smile looked more terrifying than an evil ghost to everyone present.

Not only Duan Yun himself, even the Yellow Fish Gang members froze for a moment, unable to figure out which one of their people Duan Yun was supposed to be.

Duan Yun had originally wanted to tell the truth—that he was not from the Yellow Fish Gang. That should have let him avoid this sort of trouble.

But the young monk's behavior reminded him of certain unpleasant memories.

Back then, he had been standing by the street when someone suddenly kicked him away like a cuju ball. Days later, that person had suffered some grievance and come to kill him to vent his anger, simply because he disliked the sight of Duan Yun, or unilaterally thought he brought bad luck.

And this demonic monk's actions were probably much the same. He did not like the look of Duan Yun, so he wanted to use him as the sacrificial knife.

He had clearly already stood there like a mere lackey!

So Duan Yun led the gray donkey two steps back. Everyone thought he was trying to hide, but instead, he found the Yellow Fish Gang man who had hired him to lend a fist and said, "Settle the bill first."

The Yellow Fish Gang man froze, then finally understood and gave Duan Yun the two-tael fee for lending a fist.

Duan Yun then walked back and faced the unnervingly smiling demonic monk. "Did you pick a fight with me on purpose because I'm better-looking than you?"

The moment those words came out, the demonic monk's smile stiffened slightly. "I didn't expect you to guess correctly."

It was not just the monk—everyone from the Red Crane Society and the Yellow Fish Gang was taken aback.

Because Duan Yun's behavior was not quite normal.

Especially those who had previously failed to compete with Duan Yun for the two-tael fee. They had originally been a little gleeful, feeling that Duan Yun deserved his bad luck for being singled out, deserved to be scared silly or frightened to tears.

Yet Duan Yun was not scared silly or frightened to tears. Instead, he drew the iron sword he carried and said to the demonic monk, "You said you'd let me have three strikes first, right?"

The demonic monk's expression immediately returned to normal. Looking entirely relaxed, he said, "Naturally."

By then, after a bout of twisting, the wound on his neck had nearly healed.

The sight was truly chilling and sinister, as though a monster lived inside the monk's body.

Two taels of silver, against a monk who was like a monster—this was the same as gambling his life for two taels, jumping straight into a fire pit.

If Duan Yun had not disliked this feeling of swallowing insults, which made him feel as though he had returned to the days when people kicked him around like a cuju ball, giving him the illusion that all his sword practice had been for nothing, he truly would not have wanted to wade into these muddy waters.

So he prepared to give it his all.

He looked at the young monk and said seriously, "First sword."

The young monk maintained his calm, demonic smile, but in the next instant, his pupils abruptly contracted.

In a single moment, Jade Sword True Qi scattered from behind Duan Yun like Lunar Essence, forming the Dharma Aspect of a Jade Sword Immortal clad in black silk stockings and a black dress.

The Dharma Aspect's thousand arms flowed and turned, following Duan Yun as he slashed out with his sword.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Sword Qi like crescent moons rained down as if it cost nothing, sweeping over the young monk's body and nearly enveloping him completely.

When the swordlight faded, the demonic monk was still standing there, his open mouth forming the shape of the word "no."

But in the next moment, his mouth, head, and body split apart and fell all over the ground.

On the ground, even being chopped into eight pieces was not enough to describe how thoroughly the demonic monk had shattered.

Duan Yun had originally intended to give him a second sword. After all, this demonic monk might be some kind of monster, perhaps capable of regenerating flesh and blood.

But he quickly discovered there was no need.

The severed flesh only writhed strangely for a brief while before losing all vitality.

There were simply too many pieces. In the end, only the demonic monk's eyes remained on the ground, still glimmering with shock and terror.

Why had an expert capable of manifesting a Dharma Aspect suddenly appeared?

The demonic monk could not understand it, so he died.

He died with his eyes wide open.

The onlookers could not understand it either.

Duan Yun ignored them, directly dispersed the Dharma Aspect, and led the donkey back.

The surroundings suddenly became deathly quiet, until after some time, a woman's shrill scream abruptly rang out.

"Brother! Little brother!"

"Y-you died such a miserable death!"

Hong Laowu, the Red Crane Society's leader who had just been looking smug and self-satisfied, threw herself to the ground. Clutching the demonic monk's split-open head, she wailed violently.

Then she fixed Chen Salted Fish with a vicious stare. "You, you have such vicious intentions! You actually used such sinister means against my brother, against a woman like me!"

"My brother is gone. Then no one should even think of living!"

"Brothers, get them! Fight the Yellow Fish Gang to the death!"

Hong Laowu said with a crazed expression.

In this world, her younger brother had always been the only treasure in her heart.

Now that the treasure in her heart was gone, she wanted to destroy everything!

Under normal circumstances, when so many people showed up at once and even hired people to lend a fist, they would not actually start fighting.

Or rather, the two gangs would not suddenly launch into a life-and-death brawl in such circumstances. They would merely display their strength and make a show of force.

In Hong Laowu's original plan, after her beloved younger brother returned from studying martial arts, not only would he stay with her forever, but his astonishing skills would help her soar into the sky.

This West Wharf was merely the first tiny step. Even all of Yellowwater City would not be enough to satisfy the appetites of the two siblings.

Hong Laowu had even imagined countless wonderful futures for them.

Everything had clearly been proceeding smoothly. No one should have been a match for her incomparably skilled little brother, yet in an instant, her sky had collapsed!

They had actually sent someone to murder her beloved little brother by underhanded means!

Hong Laowu had lost her beloved, lost her sky, and so she lost her reason.

The gang members up front who knew what had happened had still retained their reason. They did not want to risk their lives like this, but the gang members in the back were different.

They had not seen what happened. All they heard was that the Yellow Fish Gang had killed their vice leader right in their faces. How could they tolerate that?

With their alluring leader wailing for them to fight to the death, how could they refuse to fight?

Sometimes, a rabble only lacked a single spark.

The people in the back grabbed their weapons and shoved forward like madmen. Even if the people up front wanted to retreat, they had no way to do so.

Thus, the two sides quickly began fighting, weapons meeting weapons.

Duan Yun carried Little Gray to a higher slope and watched the Yellow Fish Gang members beside him charge forward, having no idea what exactly had happened.

Was a gang brawl about to begin?

This was his first time seeing people fight a large-scale brawl in real life, and he found the sight quite magnificent for a moment.

He knew the Yellow Fish Gang's promised hearty meal was probably no longer something he could count on.

They had all gone off to fight. Who would still remember that they owed him a meal?

Duan Yun made a prompt decision and left with Little Gray.

As he walked, he could not help complaining, "Sigh, these people are far too impulsive! They hadn't even finished eating their fill before they started fighting."