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"Go to hell!"

Huang Lianying's face twisted fiercely as his body moved fast like a gust of wind, his two short swords stabbing towards Qin Yu's chest.

Just as he had predicted, Qin Yu had been hit consecutively and even if he still had the ability to fight, it wasn't much.

His vital points had been pierced by silver needles; even if he survived, he'd be a cripple, so he might as well take Qin Yu, the damned bastard, down with him.

"Qin Yu, watch out!"

Lu Wenrou, Miao Xian'er, and Yan Mingyu couldn't help but stand up.

The might of a strike from someone at Huang Lianying's level, even in his dying moments, was still terrifyingly formidable.

F*ck!

Qin Yu's eyelid twitched; dodging was definitely not an option now. Gritting his teeth, he could only choose to meet the assault head-on, grabbing Huang Lianying's wrists tightly, while his head slammed forward heavily.

Bang!

Qin Yu's head collided with Huang Lianying's.

Both men staggered back a step at almost the same time.

However, on Huang Lianying's short swords, blood was dripping; even though Qin Yu had grabbed his wrists, part of the blades had still penetrated Qin Yu's body.

"Hiss..."

Qin Yu looked down at the two holes in his body and sharply inhaled with pain.

"Again!"

Huang Lianying's eyes were bloodshot, and his nose was flattened, attacking Qin Yu like a mad dog, determined not to stop until he was dead.

Swish, swish...

The hidden sleeve swords constantly danced, bringing streaks of cold light, constantly aiming for Qin Yu's vital points.

"Hmph..."

Qin Yu narrowed his eyes and quickly took off his already tattered shirt, grabbed it in his hand, and, with a flick, wrapped it around Huang Lianying's arms.

At the same time, his body darted forward, and his foot kicked Huang Lianying's calf.

Thump...

Huang Lianying lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"I'll f*cking stab you to death!"

Huang Lianying, still wielding his sleeve swords, was relentless.

But his arm was tangled by Qin Yu's shirt, leaving him with only one sleeve sword, greatly diminishing its power.

Qin Yu seized the moment, grabbed his wrist, and twisted hard.

Crack...

"Ahh...."

Huang Lianying's wrist was brutally twisted and broken, the pain almost popped his eyeballs out. A high-level martial artist like him had become accustomed to luxury and privilege since becoming renowned; when had he ever been in a life-or-death struggle?

Plop...

Huang Lianying's broken wrist forced the sleeve sword to fall to the ground.

Swish...

Qin Yu snatched up the sleeve sword and slashed at Huang Lianying's neck.

"You dare!"

But just then, Han Bing pushed off with her feet and leaped down from the stands.

With several swift movements, she arrived in front of Qin Yu.

Bang...

Face cold as frost, she kicked Qin Yu.

Since Huang Lianying was an old friend of her father, if he truly died under her watch, it would be difficult to explain to her father, and it would be shameful for her as the head of the Seventh Division.

"Damn..."

Qin Yu was already low on strength and Han Bing's kick sent him flying several meters backward before he hit the grass heavily.

"What the hell do you mean by this?"

Qin Yu, with blood at the corner of his mouth, glared furiously at Han Bing.

"Does Han Bing need to explain her actions to you?"

Han Bing glanced coldly at Qin Yu, helped Huang Lianying up, tilted her head slightly, and two robust youngsters ran over and carried Huang Lianying out of the stadium on a stretcher.

"Han Bing, you're being way too biased towards Huang Lianying, aren't you?"

Lu Wenrou could no longer stand by silently, her eyes wide as she confronted Han Bing.

"Do you expect that after Huang Lianying's death, I should arrest him for the Seventh Division? Don't forget, martial artists are under the jurisdiction of the Seventh Division, not your Dragon Gate!"

After finishing her indifferent remarks, Han Bing walked out of the gymnasium.

"Spectacular, spectacular... even more thrilling than the fights in the movies!"

"There's another match tomorrow, come early to grab a good spot!"

"Qin Yu really had it tough today; he barely made it through, but it's a pity that tomorrow he has Feng Wudao waiting for him."

"There's basically no suspense!"

Seeing that Han Bing had left, the crowd watching the commotion also started to stand up and leave.

When a disheveled Tang Xuanwu was helped out of the gymnasium by his bodyguards, he still had a confused look on his face, wondering how he had tripped over even though he hadn't drunk any alcohol.

At the same time, he was extremely shocked—never had he expected Qin Yu to be so strong as to defeat his own martial uncle.

His expression was incredibly complex; he bowed his head slightly, no longer carrying the same proud and upright air he had when he first arrived.

"Qin Yu!"

Lu Wenrou leaped down from the stands and supported the swaying Qin Yu, clenching her teeth as she said, "This Han Bing has made a good impression on the higher-ups, but she is just too self-interested!"

"Heh, what can you do when someone holds power in their hands?"

Qin Yu gave a wry smile.

"Let's go to the hospital!"

"Okay!"

Lu Wenrou then helped Qin Yu out as well.

Miao Xian'er and Ghost Granny had long since disappeared from the crowd.

Only Yan Mingyu remained with a few bodyguards, standing at a distance, her face filled with concern, yet she did not come over.

Because she knew that Feng Wudao was still lurking in the shadows.

If her feelings for Qin Yu were too clearly exposed, these people might use her to threaten Qin Yu.

Only after Lu Wenrou and Qin Yu had gotten into the car did she and the group of bodyguards also leave the gymnasium.

Half an hour later.

Hai Kang Hospital.

Only after Qin Yu had been bandaged and hooked up to an IV did Yan Mingyu walk in.

"Qin Yu, Miss Yan, I'll head back to the hotel first!"

Lu Wenrou said thoughtfully.

"Miss Lu, thank you for all your hard work!"

Yan Mingyu nodded.

After Lu Wenrou left and locked the door behind her, Yan Mingyu asked with a concerned heart, "How is it, Qin Yu, are the injuries severe?"

"Not too bad, they are just superficial wounds. I'll be fine after some rest!"

Qin Yu spoke as casually as he could.

In reality, his injuries were quite severe, not only superficial wounds but also internal bleeding in his internal organs. However, he didn't want Yan Mingyu to worry too much about him.

Then... what about Feng Wudao tomorrow..."

Yan Mingyu asked, biting her lip anxiously.

Although Qin Yu had defeated Huang Lianying, it could only be described as a 'miserable victory.' Having sustained so many injuries, tomorrow's match against Feng Wudao would likely be even more dangerous than today's.

"Heh, don't worry, I'll defeat him!"

Qin Yu offered a faint smile.

Only he knew in his heart that with his current condition, Feng Wudao could finish him off with just one move the next day.

"Otherwise, you should run away. Wait until you've recovered, then face Feng Wudao in a match!"

Yan Mingyu looked deeply into Qin Yu's eyes as she spoke.

"How about this, if by midnight tonight I still haven't recovered, I'll run away. How's that?"

Qin Yu considered and then responded.

For one thing, Miao Xian'er had said that Dual Cultivation could enhance his strength. Though he hadn't felt it yet, he believed Miao Xian'er would not deceive him.

Secondly, he was a man, and pride was everything. If he really ran away, he might never be able to hold his head high again for the rest of his life, let alone face his grandfather in the afterlife, who had painstakingly taught him martial arts.

So, unless absolutely necessary, Qin Yu didn't really want to flee.

"Then... alright!"

"Wuu..."

After Yan Mingyu spoke with a heart full of worry, her phone started to ring. Seemingly guessing who had sent the message, she opened the door and walked out.

As expected, it was that person from before, who said, "Have you decided yet? Do you want to have dinner with me? Otherwise, by tomorrow, Qin Yu will be a dead man!"