Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 30 - These People Are Really Impulsive! (Please Follow)

Duan Yun came to lend a hand in the fight, thinking of the two silver pieces, he took his position at the front.

As he watched the image of the quick knife wielder's head falling to the ground, he began to worry whether he could still get paid for assisting.

Assisting, assisting, after all is said and done, only if the boss wins will he pay up generously.

Or rather, the boss has to be alive to pay.

The current situation was either lose or die.

What made Duan Yun even more flabbergasted was that the young monk, when shouting "Next!", was actually looking at him.

The young demon monk looked at Duan Yun, the ugly wound on his neck still twitching, and said with a smile, "You're up."

His seemingly gentle smile, at that moment, appeared more terrifying than a ghoul in everyone's eyes.

Not just to Duan Yun himself, even the members of the Huangyu Gang were stunned for a moment, not realizing which member of their gang Duan Yun was.

Duan Yun wanted to tell the truth, to say that he wasn't a member of the Huangyu Gang, that probably could've avoided this situation.

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

He was standing by the street when suddenly someone kicked him away like a ball; a few days later, the one who'd kicked him ran out of luck and came to kill him to vent their anger, simply because they didn't like the look of him, or unilaterally decided he brought bad luck.

And now this demon monk's actions were probably similar, disliking him and wanting to use him as a scapegoat.

He was clearly already standing like a lackey!

So Duan Yun took two steps back while leading a grey donkey, others thought he was trying to evade, but he was actually finding the Huangyu Gang member who had hired him to assist in the fight, and said, "Let's settle the bill first."

The member of the Huangyu Gang was taken aback, then came to his senses and gave Duan Yun two silver pieces as the fee for assistance.

Thus, Duan Yun walked back, facing the demon monk with a spine-chilling smile, and said, "Are you picking on me because you think I'm better looking than you?"

With that comment, the smile on the demon monk's face stiffened for a moment, and he said, "You guessed it right."

Not just the monk, members of both the Red Crane Association and the Huangyu Gang were somewhat astonished.

Because Duan Yun's behavior was not quite normal.

Especially those who had failed to compete with Duan Yun for the assistance fee, they had been somewhat gleeful, feeling that Duan Yun deserved the misfortune, deserved to be scared silly or to tears.

Yet not only was Duan Yun not scared silly or to tears, but he also drew the iron sword he carried with him and said to the demon monk, "You said to let me have three moves first, right?"

The demon monk immediately regained his composure, replying with ease, "Of course."

At this moment, the wound on his neck twisted and was almost completely healed.

Such a scene was outright terrifying and malicious, as if a demon lived inside the monk's body.

Two silver pieces to face a monk like a monster, this was like using two silver pieces to gamble with one's life, to jump into a pit of fire.

If it weren't for Duan Yun's dislike of feeling subjected, which reminded him of the days he was kicked around like a ball, giving him the false impression that his sword training was in vain, he really wouldn't have wanted to wade into these muddy waters.

So he was ready to give his all.

He looked at the young monk and said earnestly, "First move."

The young monk still maintained a calm and eerie smile, yet the next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted.

In just an instant, behind Duan Yun, the Jade Sword True Qi, bright as Moonlight, burst forth, forming the image of the Jade Sword Immortal dressed in black silk and a black skirt.

The Dharma Image's thousand arms moved fluidly, slashing out in unison with Duan Yun's sword.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

The crescent shaped Sword Qi scattered like it cost nothing, sweeping over the young monk's body, almost completely enveloping him.

As the sword light faded, the demon monk still stood there, his mouth opened, forming the shape of the word "no".

But the next moment, his mouth along with his head and body burst open, scattering on the ground.

The ground was littered with his remains, which were too fragmented for even the term "dismembered" to suffice.

Duan Yun had planned to deliver a second strike, as after all, this demon monk might be a monster, possibly capable of regenerating flesh and blood.

Unfortunately, he soon realized there was no need.

The dissected flesh just twisted eerily for a moment before losing its vitality.

After all, there were too many pieces, so all that remained on the ground were the demon monk's eyes, still flashing with shock and terror.

Why did a master capable of condensing a Dharma Image suddenly emerge?

The demon monk couldn't understand, and so he died.

His eyes wide open in death.

The onlookers were just as confused.

Duan Yun paid them no heed, dispersing the Dharma Image and leading his donkey to retreat.

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All around, a sudden silence fell, only to be shattered after a while by a woman's piercing scream.

"Brother! My little brother!"

"You, your death was so tragic!"

The Red Crane Association's leader Hong Lao, who was just now beaming with pride, threw herself on the ground, clutching the demon monk's split head, wailing bitterly.

Then, she glared at Chen Xianyu with venomous eyes, "You, you have such a malicious heart! To deal with my brother and a woman like me in such a sneaky way!"

"My brother is gone, no one else shall live!"

"Brothers, attack! Fight the Huangyu Gang to the end!"

Hong Lao shouted frenziedly.

In this world, her little brother had always been her darling.

Now that she had lost her darling, she wanted to destroy everything!

Under normal circumstances, with so many people showing up, even hiring others to join the fight, a brawl wouldn't break out.

Or rather, two gangs wouldn't engage in a deadly group fight under such circumstances, instead they would just demonstrate strength and bluff.

Originally, in Hong Lao's plan, her beloved brother would return from learning his skills not only to be with her forever but also to help her soar to the heavens with his astounding abilities.

The West Pier was simply the first small step; the entire Yellow Water City could not satisfy the ambitions of the siblings.

Hong Lao had even fantasized about countless wonderful futures involving them.

Things were going so smoothly, no one was a match for her brother with his extraordinary skills, but suddenly, her world collapsed!

They had sent someone to kill her darling brother!

Having lost her beloved, her world, Hong Lao also lost her sanity.

The gang members in front, who knew the situation, were still rational; they did not want to rush into a reckless fight, but the ones at the back were different.

They had not seen what happened and only heard that the Huangyu Gang had blatantly killed their Vice Gang Leader - how could they endure this?

And with their charming Gang Leader crying out for them to fight, how could they not?

Sometimes, a mob lacks only a spark to ignite.

The people at the back, armed and crazed, pushed their way forward, and those at the front had no way to retreat.

Thus, the two sides quickly came to blows, weapons clashing.

Duan Yun, carrying Little Grey, reached a sloped path on higher ground, watching as the Huangyu Gang's men charged forward, unaware of what had specifically happened.

Was a gang fight about to begin?

This was his first real-life experience watching a gang fight unfold, and he found the spectacle quite impressive for a moment.

He knew that he could probably forget about the hearty meal promised by the Huangyu Gang.

Everyone was too busy fighting to care about owing him a meal.

Duan Yun made a quick decision and left with Little Grey.

As he walked away, he couldn't help but comment, "Ah, these people are too impulsive! They start fighting before they've even had their fill."