So, after finding out that Murong Chengkong had been so miserably dealt with by Hao Jian, Murong Yeyun imdiately rushed from the Capital City to Hua City overnight, just for the damn sake of mocking Murong Chengkong a few tis.
As a result, Murong Chengkong flew into a rage on the spot, challenging Murong Yeyun—if he really had the ability, he should go and fight Hao Jian one-on-one!
Where could Murong Yeyun, with his hot temper, endure this? He directly set a date and, in front of Murong Chengkong, challenged Hao Jian, reasoning that if he could defeat Hao Jian, he would prove himself stronger than Murong Chengkong.
At this mont, Hao Jian just rolled his eyes and cursed, "F***ing hell, is the Murong family treating like their sparring partner?"
Hao Jian was furious. It was bad enough with Murong Chengkong, but now Murong Yeyun also wanted to use him to prove his own strength? Goddammit, was he being looked down on by Murong Yeyun?
"What do you say, dare you fight ?" Murong Yeyun cocked an eyebrow, looking at Hao Jian sowhat provocatively.
"I don't dare, I'm really rubbish," Hao Jian nodded, pretending to be scared.
"Eh, Brother Hao Jian, why so angry?" At this ti, Murong Chengkong approached Hao Jian with a sly smile and whispered in his ear, "Beat this guy for , and I'll stop ddling in your affair with my sister. I can also ensure that the Murong family won't bother you anymore."
"Huh? Isn't he your brother?" Hao Jian looked at Murong Chengkong in shock, puzzled. You're sabotaging your own brother, is that really okay?
"Yes, but first and second will never be friends, don't you understand that? This dude has been flaunting his status as the eldest in the family since we were kids, I've disliked him for a long ti now. Help take care of him and I'll make it worth your while!" Murong Chengkong whispered secretly to Hao Jian.
Hao Jian looked at Murong Chengkong with a weird expression: "You're afraid that if I don't fight him, he'll laugh at you for the rest of your life, aren't you?"
"..." Murong Chengkong narrowed his eyes, slightly irritated, and turned his head away: "I'm starting to dislike you a little."
Indeed, this was what Murong Chengkong was truly worried about. If Hao Jian didn't give Murong Yeyun a good thrashing, then the only one who had been defeated by Hao Jian would be him alone. In that case, his status, which had been on par with Murong Yeyun, would probably be dwarfed by Murong Yeyun.
"As if I liked you," Hao Jian retorted dissatisfiedly.
"If you don't fight , I'll have soone kill your woman!" And at this ti, Murong Yeyun also challenged Hao Jian with a shout.
"Alright, I finally understand why you hate him!" Hao Jian sighed. Murong Yeyun had successfully annoyed him.
"Right? You take care of him, and then I owe you a favor, how about that?" Murong Chengkong heard Hao Jian agree and imdiately rejoiced.
Because Murong Chengkong knew that Murong Yeyun's strength was actually not much different from his. If he couldn't beat Hao Jian, Murong Yeyun definitely wouldn't stand a chance either.
"Fine!" Hao Jian agreed imdiately. Even if Murong Chengkong hadn't put it that way, he had already planned to deal with Murong Yeyun.
"Don't hurt him too badly though, or I won't be able to explain to the old man. Just break an arm and a leg casually," Murong Chengkong told Hao Jian.
"...."
...
Green Willow Manor, one of the Murong family's properties in Hua City. The Murong family was extrely wealthy, owning nurous manors like this one all over the country, too many to count.
Murong Yeyun chose a manor closest to them, preparing to have a showdown with Hao Jian there.
"Murong Yeyun, the 18th generation heir of Heavenly Rushing Divine Fist, known as the Divine Fist King, hopes you won't be stingy with your guidance!" Murong Yeyun gave Hao Jian a salute as he spoke.
"Wow! Never even heard of it!" Hao Jian said with a dismissive expression.
"You..." Murong Yeyun was angered by Hao Jian's attitude, and with great indignation, he huffed, "Ignorant!"
"Are you f***ing fighting or not? I still need to go ho and finish my dinner!" Hao Jian scratched his ear with disdain.
"This is killing !" Murong Yeyun was so furious he could barely contain himself. He abruptly unveiled a cloth bundle he was holding, revealing a golden-colored large knife.
"This weapon is called the Golden-Backed Cleaver, it weighs fifty-five catties, is one ter three in length, suprely sharp, cuts through iron like mud, you'd better be careful!" Murong Yeyun laughed heartily, provocatively speaking to Hao Jian.
At this mont, Hao Jian also took out a handgun from his suitcase with a serious look and made up a bunch of nonsense: "My secret weapon is known as the Desolate Soul Pistol, twenty centiters long, weighing over eight catties, equally indestructible, with an assault as swift as the wind, you, too, should be careful!"
His suitcase was crafted from special materials, undetectable even by the scanners at entry points. Thus, while traveling, Hao Jian always carried his weapons all over the place.
"Fuck your eighteen turns and endless bullshit! That's clearly a goddamn handgun!" Murong Yeyun was so infuriated by Hao Jian's shalessness that he nearly exploded, listening to Hao Jian spouting such nonsense made him feel his worldview had been refreshed.
He had seen plenty of shaless people before, but never one quite like this.
This calling a pistol a hidden weapon, and saying it so earnestly, is this because he thinks I'm uneducated?
Yet, Murong Chengkong wasn't surprised at all. At this mont, the corners of his mouth also curled into a cold smirk because he knew all too well how shaless Hao Jian was.
Last ti he dueled with Hao Jian, he was already defeated by Hao Jian's shalessness. Now it was ti for Murong Yeyun to experience the sa sort of pain.
You think you're better than ? I want to see how much better you can be in front of this monstrosity!
"Brother Yeyun, you are mistaken. Although my Desolate Soul Pistol looks quite similar to an ordinary pistol, it's truly not one," Hao Jian shalessly said without the slightest blush while spouting nonsense.
"Do you take for an idiot? If this is not a pistol, then what is a pistol? Don't think just because I'm accustod to cold weapons, I don't understand firearms. This is clearly a Desert Flying Eagle!" Murong Yeyun roared angrily. From a young age, he was interested in firearms and had a collection, so he could identify almost any firearm at a glance.
The fact that Hao Jian was using a pistol and pretending it was a cold weapon was one thing, but treating him like an idiot? That made Murong Yeyun extrely furious!
"Ah! Brother Yeyun is indeed well-inford; you can't be fooled!" Hao Jian sighed, as if very annoyed, and slapped his thigh. He seed angry that he couldn't deceive Murong Yeyun.
Murong Yeyun was startled for a mont, then his roar thundered like the sky tearing apart: "Are you kidding ? Are you acting like a moron?!"
"Big brother, you don't have a good temper," Hao Jian pointed at Murong Yeyun and said to Murong Chengkong with a disdainful expression. It was as if fighting with such a person was below his dignity.
Murong Chengkong kept his head down and silent. What could he say? Any good-tempered person would turn neurotic when dealing with you—it wasn't others' fault at all!
"Look out for the gun!" Hao Jian imdiately pulled the trigger, and the bullet shot out at high speed.
Murong Yeyun and Murong Chengkong were both stunned. They never expected Hao Jian to suddenly open fire while talking—it was a complete ambush.
Such shalessness! Murong Yeyun cursed loudly in his heart. But at that mont, he also knew he didn't have the luxury to think about anything else and quickly raised his Golden-Backed Cleaver to block.
"Clang!"
The bullet hit Murong Yeyun's Golden-Backed Cleaver, sending him stumbling backward multiple steps. His right foot slamd into the ground before he finally stopped.
"Ah! Brother Yeyun, what martial arts!" Hao Jian held the pistol and exclaid admiringly, as if he wasn't the one who had just fired the shot.
"Wow, shaless scoundrel, I'm going to take your dog life!" Murong Yeyun was as furious as a thunderstorm, his eyes nearly bursting. He swung the cleaver and charged at Hao Jian, intending to slay him.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
At this mont, Hao Jian continued shalessly firing the pistol, with bullets one after another shooting towards Murong Yeyun.
"Clang clang clang..."
Murong Yeyun deflected the incoming bullets, knocking them away with his cleaver.
At the sa ti, Murong Yeyun laughed triumphantly, "Hao Jian, do you think having a gun makes you great? For soone like , the speed of bullets is like a turtle's pace! I can easily block them!"
"To think you can defeat with a firearm is preposterous! You are destined to die at my hands!" Murong Yeyun swore loudly as he rushed forward swiftly.
"Alas..." Hao Jian sighed sowhat helplessly as he watched Murong Yeyun getting closer. He then tossed his pistol back into the case.
"Heh, giving up already? Don't think acting pitiful will make spare you. The mont you shalessly brought out that pistol, you sealed your fateful death! Insulting a martial artist, death without pardon!" Murong Yeyun, seeing Hao Jian like this, thought he was admitting defeat and beca increasingly arrogant.
Then he saw Hao Jian bend over to pick up another weapon.
Seeing this new weapon, both Murong Yeyun and Murong Chengkong couldn't help but show shock on their faces. Hao Jian actually had this thing, too?
There, Hao Jian was holding an AK47, aiming it straight at Murong Yeyun: "Brother Yeyun, be careful, I'm about to use a move!"
Murong Yeyun's eyes nearly popped out of his head, his forward motion stopping mid-air, and then he dove to the right, tumbling into a rockery.
After a long while, Murong Yeyun's frustrated and angry voice ca from the rockery: "Hao Jian, fuck your mother!!!"
Hao Jian frowned, sowhat displeased: "Brother Yeyun, what are you doing? Duels are common in martial arts; you can't insult just because you can't beat !"
"I can't beat you? Have you no sha? If you have the guts, put down the machine gun and let's fight bare-handed. Then you'll see if I can beat you!" Murong Yeyun retorted indignantly. He could block bullets, sure, but that was only pistol bullets. He wouldn't dare attempt to block machine gun bullets, with their high firing rate and penetration power, likely turning his Golden-Backed Cleaver to scrap.
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