Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 62 - 62 61 Zhu Yeqing

62: Chapter 61 Zhu Yeqing 62: Chapter 61 Zhu Yeqing “No!”

Yan Wang screamed, but the judgment had already been passed.

Immediately, two staff members were taking Yan Wang off-stage.

As he was led away, he looked as grief-stricken as if his own father had died, weakly asking, “What exactly did you do to me?”

“It’s nothing special.

My skin can block your punches, and the sweat that my body produces has a paralyzing effect on enemies.

I developed this ability from soaking in medicinal baths since I was young, so you have no one else to blame for your defeat,” explained Huo Canjun, scratching his head.

The elderly referee waved his hand, and the two staff members swiftly escorted Yan Wang off the stage.

The old man then continued, “Huo Canjun, will you continue to challenge higher ranks, or are you content with retaining your position at twenty on the Elephant List?”

“No, I’ll quit while I’m ahead.

In the next Dragon Elephant List competition, I will give it my all and challenge those ahead of me,” Huo Canjun declared.

“Okay, you can go rest now.

Your reward will be brought to you shortly,” the referee said.

After the match ended, Old Luo, with a strangely intense gaze, asked Song Yun, “Song Yun, tell me how you knew Yan Wang would lose.”

“Before he even got on stage, I saw Yan Wang’s overly arrogant expression and concluded that he was destined to lose,” shrugged Song Yun.

“Moreover, that Huo Canjun, he wasn’t using a hammer.

When I saw him swinging the hammer earlier, his wrist rotation wasn’t very smooth, and his hammer technique wasn’t exceptionally skillful.”

“But when I saw him counter Yan Wang, I was sure this young man’s training wasn’t in the hammer but more similar to sumo wrestling techniques in seizing and grappling.”

“So you observed with great detail, as always,” Old Luo said approvingly with a nod.

The competition continued, and the referee asked the man holding the Mo Blade, “Young friend, which master do you wish to challenge?”

“I want to challenge the Elephant List second place,” replied the man coldly.

His declaration sent a shockwave through the crowd.

Damn, this year’s Dragon Elephant List competition is insane!

The newcomers are challenging the top-ranked right off the bat—this defies common sense.

“Why don’t you challenge the first place on the Elephant List directly?” asked the referee, his tone mocking yet smiling.

“He will soon challenge a master on the Dragon List.

I never take advantage of people at their weakest,” the man retorted coldly, although his words were rather provoking.

“Alright, HN Duan Hu challenges Elephant List second place Zhu Yeqing,” announced the referee before stepping off the stage.

A woman arose from a corner of the crowd, warming up her limbs with a smile and asking, “How can you bear to bully me, such a weak woman?”

“The Martial World makes no distinctions between men and women,” Duan Hu replied.

“Very well, if that’s the case, don’t blame me for not holding back.

Xiao Zhu, you wait here for sister, I’ll be back soon,” Zhu Yeqing patted the head of a child seated next to her.

“What the hell, you can bring family members to the competition?” a contestant beside Song Yun, who had been eliminated, exclaimed in surprise.

“Have you forgotten the great taboo of the Martial World?

One can look down on anyone, but never the elderly, children, and women.

This woman must have exceptional abilities to secure second place on the Elephant List, but I sense that this child is not one to be trifled with either,” advised his companion, frowning as he surveyed the ongoing match.

Song Yun nodded in agreement inwardly, for in his past missions, he had learned to run the other way upon encountering anyone whose intentions couldn’t be discerned.

His intuition, time and time again, proved right, and it had become deeply ingrained in him, keeping him always on alert.

Zhu Yeqing leaped onto the stage with a giggling voice, “Being a delicate and slender lady, I ask you to be gentle, young master.”

Duan Hu, caught off guard, simply nodded without a word and charged at Zhu Yeqing, blade in hand.

Zhu Yeqing’s movements were minimal, her body dancing lightly and gracefully up and down like a fluttering butterfly, as if a descending fairy untouched by worldly dust and smoke.

Duan Hu struck at Zhu Yeqing’s face several times in quick succession, and had it not been for her excellent qinggong, she would have been cleaved in two.

Finding himself toyed with by Zhu Yeqing made Duan Hu’s expression grow colder.

The Mo Blade sliced through the air with explosive sounds, and its strikes grew increasingly forceful.

Zhu Yeqing dodged a flash of cold light between Duan Hu’s fingers with a shocked expression—had he concealed a blade?

Zhu Yeqing inwardly cursed; these newcomers were shameless.

One had sweat with paralyzing properties, and now this one eschewed fair play with hidden weapons—disgusting.

With a thud, Zhu Yeqing took a hit from Duan Hu, then countered with a side flip and a slash that numbed Duan Hu’s arm, followed by a spinning side kick right on the spot.

Duan Hu raised an arm to block only to be catapulted sideways, and as Zhu Yeqing pursued swiftly with a seamless horizontal slash, Duan Hu ended up pinned down by her single hand.

Zhu Yeqing, still bearing a sly expression, teased, “Now, young master, that isn’t very sportsmanlike, is it?

I asked you so nicely to be gentle, and yet you’ve only become more vicious.”

Though her voice was teasing, her hand firmly choked Duan Hu’s neck, seemingly intent on snapping it then and there.

“If you’ve got the guts, kill me!

In eighteen years, I’ll be a man again,” Duan Hu shouted fiercely.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yeqing stomped hard on Duan Hu’s face, demanding, “Have I unknowingly offended you, young master?

Otherwise, why are all your strikes lethal, nearly hitting someone several times?

Could there be a misunderstanding between us, or did you mistake me for someone else?”

“I’ve remembered your face for four or five years; how could I mistake it?” Duan Hu cried out.

“Ah, you wretch, so it was unrequited love turned to hate.

You should have just told me, why hold onto such bitterness for so long?” cooed Zhu Yeqing seductively.

“Love your mom!

You slaughtered my entire family of thirty-two back then; I’d have been wiped out too if not for being away on errands.

These four years, I’ve been yearning to devour your flesh and grind your bones.

If you dare, kill me today, and in my next life, I will continue to seek vengeance,” Duan Hu bellowed in rage.

“Enough noise.” The child who had come with Zhu Yeqing hopped onto the stage and with one kick, broke Duan Hu’s neck, tersely commenting, “Now your family is wiped out.”

A hushed silence fell upon the crowd—not from the story Duan Hu had told, as such things happened often among them.

One never knew when their neighbor might vanish without a moving notice, most likely having suffered annihilation.

And the culprits were invariably either someone seeking revenge or the state.

“Civil chaos is bred in the absence of law; martial strife is born of power unchecked.

As a martial practitioner, instead of striving to elevate your realm, you contemplate crimes against the state, and can you not expect to be eradicated?”