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"Drink..." Huang Lianying saw that Qin Yu's knees were only about ten centimeters from the ground, and he could not help but increase his strength.

The blue veins on his arms also bulged, wriggling like earthworms.

The last time at the Tang Family, he could easily repel Qin Yu. In just half a month, he felt it was much harder.

"..."

Qin Yu bowed his head, gritted his teeth, his body trembling slightly. His previously sinking body began to rise inch by inch.

"Kneel down!"

Huang Lianying shouted again, his old face flushing red.

"Brother Yu, come on!"

The bodyguard behind Yan Mingyu clenched his fists tightly and yelled loudly.

Although they did not participate in the competition and their cultivation was far inferior to Qin Yu's, they could still sense the danger involved.

"Open!"

Qin Yu roared and, with a push of his hands, actually managed to force Huang Lianying back several steps.

His tall figure, over one meter eighty, shone with a brilliance under the sunlight, like a long spear, too dazzling to look at directly.

"This kid... he actually withstood uncle master's heavy punches?"

The expression on Tang Xuanwu's face grew even more astonished.

"If he hadn't offended me, I would have really considered recruiting him into the Seventh Division!"

A complex expression also appeared in Han Bing's eyes.

Qin Yu, so young, was able to stand up to a Tiger List master, clearly showing boundless potential.

"Hee hee, truly worthy of being my Miao Xian'er's man, he's so fierce!"

Miao Xian'er smiled radiantly, her well-proportioned legs crossed, her eyes full of infatuation as she watched Qin Yu at the center of the gymnasium.

"Son-in-law is the fastest growing person I've ever seen. Given enough time, breaking through to Half-Step Pill Holding would be within his reach!"

Ghost Granny nodded.

"Another round!"

In the arena, Huang Lianying's eyelids twitched, clearly struggling to maintain face.

Taking the initiative to attack, his fists whooshed through the air, quickly reaching in front of Qin Yu.

Bang!

Qin Yu took a punch to the chest. However, he also landed a whip kick on Huang Lianying's knee, causing him to stagger and sway.

"Huh..."

Just as Han Bing guessed, Huang Lianying, after all a man in his fifties, could handle a quick finish but competing in endurance with a young man like Qin Yu was definitely a struggle.

After exchanging a few moves, he was already breathing a bit heavily, feeling worn out.

"Uncle master!"

Tang Xuanwu, supporting himself on the coffee table, grew anxious.

If Huang Lianying were to lose, it would be a huge loss of face for the Tang Family.

"I'm fine!"

Huang Lianying waved his hand, took a deep breath, and continuously mobilized his internal energy, preparing to quickly end the competition, lest the delay lead to his defeat.

"Take this!"

A glint of coldness flashed in Huang Lianying's eyes as he lunged forward, aggressively colliding into Qin Yu's embrace.

Everyone thought he had chosen close combat, but when he grabbed Qin Yu's arms, from his wide sleeves, two shiny objects shot out at an incredibly fast speed, comparable to bullets.

"Awful..."

Qin Yu's heart sank, realizing it was too late to evade.

He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder as two sharp short swords pierced his body, their tails connected by a rope to a mechanism inside Huang Lianying's sleeves.

"Hey, what's going on? He used a hidden weapon!"

"Yeah, the old man is too despicable!"

"We need to protest!"

The people on Qin Yu's side all shouted angrily.

"Bang!"

Huang Lianying flicked his wrist and retracted the sword hidden in his sleeve, while simultaneously landing a kick on Qin Yu's stomach.

"Rumble..."

"Ugh..."

Stumbling, Qin Yu tumbled away. A sweetness rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"The challenge letter never said weapons couldn't be used. This is called a 'sword hidden in sleeves,' not a hidden weapon!"

Huang Lianying glanced around with a cold voice.

Actually, the skill of the 'sword hidden in sleeves' had been lost for many years, and ordinary martial artists did not know how to use it, plus the making process was extremely complex. He too had stumbled upon such a pair of swords when he was young and practiced with them for some time, never thinking they would come in handy.

"Right, a 'sword hidden in sleeves' isn't considered a hidden weapon! Hence, Elder Huang did not break the rules!"

Han Bing stood up, glanced at the crowd, and spoke indifferently.

"You all..."

Those on Qin Yu's side were so angry they nearly vomited blood. Some even picked up their phones to check whether the 'sword hidden in sleeves' was a hidden weapon or a regular weapon.

"Boy, you killed my nephew, so I cripple your limbs; that's not too much, is it?"

Huang Lianying stepped slowly towards Qin Yu, who was sprawled on the grass, seemingly powerless.

"Qin Yu... get up quickly!"

In the crowd, Yan Mingyu clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, tears nearly escaping her eyes.

But Qin Yu, obviously badly injured, lifted his head to see Huang Lianying coming closer, seemingly willing but unable.

"You never told me you'd use weapons during the fight!"

Qin Yu gritted his teeth, his face full of unwillingness.

"Heh, we've investigated you and it seems you don't usually use weapons, so you can't blame me!"

Huang Lianying shrugged, a smile of victory on his face.

Holding the hilt of the 'sword hidden in sleeves' with both hands, he was ready in case Qin Yu made a sudden move.

"Haha... Good, good..."

Qin Yu laughed bitterly out of extreme anger, his tiger-like eyes tinged with blood-red, "Want to cripple me? Come on then!"

"You think I don't dare?"

With a flick of his wrist, Huang Lianying's 'sword hidden in sleeves' swished and stabbed into Qin Yu's wrist.

"Pfft..."

Blood splattered, but Qin Yu's face showed little expression, just silently watching Huang Lianying as if resigned to his fate.

Whoosh...

Seeing this, Huang Lianying finally relaxed, thinking the youngster had suffered a heavy blow and no longer had the strength to fight.

He withdrew the 'sword hidden in sleeves' swiftly with a flick, ready to stab Qin Yu's other wrist.

Whoosh...

However, a flash of cold light shot through the gaps in Qin Yu's fingers. A slender silver needle struck unwaveringly into the "Zhangmen Acupoint" below Huang Lianying's chest, near the ribs.

A trace of a smile appeared on his face: "Who said I don't have a weapon?"

"I'll be damned..."

Huang Lianying's body shook, incredulous as he stared at the still-trembling silver needle, his eyes widening, "A silver needle can also be a weapon?"

"Yes, and just so you know, the Zhangmen Acupoint is one of the human body's seven deadly acupoints. You were unkind; don't blame me for being unrighteous!"

With a single slap of his hand, Qin Yu stood up from the ground.

Because Huang Lianying had vigorous qi protecting him, it was very difficult for a silver needle to penetrate his qi. Qin Yu had to feign weakness to make him let down his guard, allowing for an unexpected strike with the silver needle into his deadly acupoint.

"Uncle-Master!"

Tang Black Tortoise's face changed, and he quickly leaped down to attempt a rescue.

But he stumbled and fell face-first to the ground.

He felt weak all over, devoid of any strength.

In the crowd, Miao Xian'er's mouth curled slightly: "It's all about playing dirty, as if nobody else knows how!"

"Brat, I'll fight you to the death!"

Huang Lianying roared furiously.

Knowning Qin Yu was just holding on, ready to bet his life to take him down with him.