Chapter 82: Greedy Gu Yong, Foolish Kuang Qingyun

Chapter 82: Greedy Gu Yong, Foolish Kuang Qingyun

The twelfth floor of the Shu Dao Logistics Group, symbolizing the heights above the nine streams, the pinnacle of the three teachings.

Boom!

A black shadow crashed through the door of the East Master's office and flew out backwards.

Amidst the scattering shattered wood chips, a three-foot green blade pursued through the dust.

Gu Yong, clad in a fluttering azure robe like a banished immortal descending to dust, yet his face was full of the rampant arrogance of a petty man who has succeeded.

"Kill you, then I'll go kill Gu Xi. Once you're all dead, the candidate recommended for office by Chengdu Prefecture will be me, Gu Yong!"

Words venomous, sword light even more ruthless, not an inch from Li Jun's brow heart.

Li Jun frowned tightly, his heart aching faintly.

He hadn't expected that this waste Gu Yong's Six Arts level, within this Greed Illusion Realm, had actually been elevated by Mu Chi to the level of the Eight Confucian Gentlemen.

At the start of the exchange, caught off guard, he was actually kicked flying.

"A bit embarrassing."

Li Jun's face darkened, the spinal dragon in his back churning, his toe sweeping away the sword blade before his chest, flipping onto the railing and borrowing force to charge at Gu Yong.

Facing the onrushing gale, Gu Yong's manic eyes were filled with mockery.

He sidestepped and leaped, easily dodging the fist tip attacking his front, backhanding a sword slash at Li Jun's back.

"Mph!"

The instant his fist struck empty air, a warning sign already jumped in Li Jun's heart.

He exerted all his strength to twist his body to dodge the sword light, yet his back was still sliced open, a deep wound visible to the bone, dripping with blood.

Brushing past and halting, Li Jun's gaze suddenly turned sharp as a blade.

Not because of the burning pain on his back, but because of Gu Yong's sidestep and leap just now!

Although Gu Yong's movements were still somewhat unfamiliar and stiff, Li Jun could be certain: that was his own Eighth Grade martial art, the Leaping Abyss Step!

Could this be the ability of the Confucian Sequence?

Is this imitation, or learning? To unfold a movement technique without internal energy support?

"Worthy of a Top Scholar's brain, truly extraordinary, learns anything fast."

Gu Yong caressed his own face inch by inch, his eyes full of greedy obsession.

He looked up at Li Jun, a chilling smile on his lips, "Show me all your martial arts, my fertilizer."

As the words fell, Confucian robe carrying long sword rushed out.

"So the so-called Confucian Way is just stealing teachings, a bunch of knockoffs that can't make it to the stage."

Looking at Gu Yong's Leaping Abyss Step full of flaws, Li Jun couldn't help but sneer coldly.

He was only cut just now because he was unprepared; if Gu Yong wants to replicate it now, he's courting death.

Gu Yong flared up in anger, "Speaking without restraint, how can a scholar's affair be called stealing?"

Two figures, one azure one black, collided, instantly sword light and fist wind howling and clashing.

Bang!

Fist smashed onto sword body again, clang resounding.

The more Li Jun fought, the tighter his frown.

Although Gu Yong's stolen Leaping Abyss Step was worthless before him, the long sword in the opponent's hand blocked his fists within a hair's breadth every time.

This feeling, it was as if Gu Yong could calculate his intent, predict his fist path.

What is going on?

Gaze sweeping, Li Jun saw Gu Yong's left hand fingers tapping frequently, as if calculating in mid-air.

"Insight, analysis, prediction, is this the Confucian Six Arts 'Number'?"

Compared to the gravity on Li Jun's face, Gu Yong was currently in high spirits, striding forward with raised sword, pressing aggressively.

Puchi!

Fist and sword crossed, a cold light grazed Li Jun's right arm, bringing out a string of crimson blood beads.

Gu Yong saw this and his smile deepened, "What thug, what Red Blood, just so much. Merely the two arts 'Control Number' are enough to crush you."

At the same time, an indifferent voice suddenly rang in his ears, "Seems Mu Chi, you can't simulate anything else either."

"Hm?"

"Then Grandpa won't waste time with you."

This out-of-the-blue sentence made Gu Yong's expression freeze, boundless horror surging in his eyes.

Just as the two figures brushed past, Li Jun's body suddenly exploded with a series of cracking sounds, forcibly twisting his charging body with brute force, reaching out to grab Gu Yong's neck from behind.

Gu Yong, who had been smug a moment ago, clearly hadn't calculated Li Jun would act so, and was startled. In panic he hurriedly twisted wrist and circled sword, trying to sever Li Jun's fingers.

Tsk!

Green blade tore flesh, sank into metacarpal.

Li Jun's left hand barehandedly caught the finger-severing long sword, right hand gripping Gu Yong's spine exerting force to crush.

The sound of bone snapping was incomparably crisp, even somewhat pleasant to the ear.

Li Jun casually tossed the corpse at his feet, tilted his head moving lips, spat viciously.

"Peh, learning from me, you're worthy too?"

"I can't learn from you."

"Hm?"

Light and shadow swayed, the scene changing once more.

Sudden piercing glare made Li Jun instinctively narrow his eyes.

Neon brilliant overhead, sewage flowing horizontally underfoot.

This scene was incomparably familiar to Li Jun.

"This is... Nine Dragons Street?"

"I, Kuang Qingyun, cannot learn from you, Li Jun!"

An angry voice repeated once more.

Li Jun looked at Kuang Qingyun before him, full of rage, his expression instantly turning strange.

Kuang Number Two has a grudge against me too? What the hell is this act?

"You, Li Jun, are a martial arts genius, alone in the world, naturally qualified to settle grudges freely. But I can't, behind me are hundreds and thousands of brothers eating with me. I am the helmsman of the Pao Ge Society, I must care for them."

"You've betrayed the Gu family now, so I can only kill you. Otherwise the Gu family won't let off the Pao Ge Society brothers."

"Don't blame me."

Li Jun realized with a start: on the heels of greed came delusion.

The Mechanism Heart hummed, resonating in unison.

Engorged muscles instantly shredded his clothes. Kuang Qingyun stood in the street, his frame hulking like a giant, bearing down with the force of a collapsing mountain.

Mechanism Heart, Strength Shaman!

"Your life answers to the Gu clan. My life, I will answer to you."

Faced with this scene, Li Jun had no desire for many words, nor for conjecture.

He merely wore a face of iron, straightened his spine, and threw a punch.

Though Kuang Qingyun was currently a Soldier Eight, Li Jun had killed far too many on this tier of the Martial Dao sequence.

Fists collided no more than a few times before Kuang Qingyun fell into a disadvantage!

Bang!

The burly figure flew backward horizontally, crashing spiderweb cracks into the street-side wall.

"I give you this life, but don't you dare get the brothers of the Robe-Brotherhood killed!"

Veins knotted on the arm clamped around Kuang Qingyun's throat. Li Jun was silent, only throwing punches.

Kuang Qingyun roared with all his might, likewise swinging a fist at Li Jun's forehead.

Thud!

The wall collapsed, dust billowing.

A few drops of blood slid down Li Jun's jaw.

In the deathly silent street, the sound of blood hitting the ground was distinctly audible.

"Chrysanthemum ancient swords and wine, steeped in coffee within the clamorous pavilion."

"Alien races worship the ancients' moon at the Sun Altar; the Chongzhen Prosperity makes one yearn."

The music was deafening, the air thick with heavy alcohol searing the lungs as it was inhaled, burning a spicy, sharp pain.

Li Jun raised a hand to wipe the blood from his brow, gritted his teeth, his Adam's apple bobbing as if swallowing, and looked up at the mountain of flesh blocking his path.

A savage ferocity settled between his brows.

"You son of a bitch, your timing is perfect!"

Their gazes locked for an instant, and they both surged forward simultaneously!

Whoosh!

An engraved talisman tore through the air, but before it could stabilize, Li Jun shattered it with a swing of his fist.