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Chapter 144: Not Wanting to Give It My All
"Just lucky," Lian Yun said with a humble smile.
North Qilin was a dark-skinned man with a rugged appearance. He wore a serious expression, as if he were someone who rarely smiled, yet he nodded at Lian Yun and said, "Long time no see."
"Long time no see!" Although Lian Yun had only met North Qilin a few times, their interactions had always been amicable, so he naturally wore a friendly expression.
Philip, on the other hand, was a strong and handsome man, but he tilted his head and asked, "Are you Lian Yun?"
It was understandable; after all, Lian Yun was still wearing a mask.
However, unlike the relative calmness in the arena, the audience was in an uproar.
"Is he the Cloud Emperor? Isn't he just a vassal of the Lin family?"
"I can't believe it; is he really the Cloud Emperor?"
"The Cloud Emperor is back! Is it true? The Cloud Emperor is still alive?"
Since four people had appeared in the arena, such comments had been echoing throughout the audience.
Hearing Philip's question, Lian Yun realized that he was still wearing the mask.
So, Lian Yun reached up to his face and removed the mask, revealing an oval face with handsome features and a gentle expression—this was undoubtedly the familiar visage of Lian Yun.
No one knew who was the first to raise their arm and shout, "Cloud Emperor! Cloud Emperor~~~"
"Cloud Emperor! Cloud Emperor! Cloud Emperor~~~"
The voices rose and fell, each wave stronger than the last, until it reached a level that seemed to shake the ground.
Such prestige truly made those who craved vanity envious and resentful.
Lian Yun was also startled by the audience's enthusiasm, even feeling a bit puzzled as to why he had garnered such 'affection' from them.
However, unlike the audience, some families in the Alliance High Command's viewing platform were filled with shock and fear.
Would Lian Yun's rise provoke pressure from the Demon Emperors once again? If that were the case, given Lian Yun's current prestige, if the Alliance plotted against him again, it would not merely be about forcing the Lin Family to rebel; it would be akin to inciting public outrage throughout the realm.
Everyone knew that standing out was dangerous; once someone did, no matter how powerful the family, they would be drowned in the spittle of their subordinates.
What appeared to be the Alliance's compromise was perhaps not just a sign of weakness but also a form of protection for the Xi Men Family.
If the Alliance did not impose significant punishment, it wouldn't just be the Lin Family at risk; even these spectators could bring the entire Xi Men Family to ruin, possibly leading them to an irretrievable downfall.
The Alliance would rather let the world think they were yielding than fail to provide an explanation to the Lin Family; this was also a way to protect their own Major Power.
However, Lian Yun was not swayed by this. He disdainfully glanced at the Alliance's viewing platform, particularly at an elderly man in the center whose eyes looked extremely weary.
With a swift glance, Lian Yun looked at Philip and smiled slightly, saying, "I am!"
"Fool!" Philip scoffed at Lian Yun.
Indeed, even though they had not known each other before, after yesterday's events, these foreign competitors had gathered some information about Lian Yun and learned of his actions.
In Europe and other regions, while many myths are told, there seems to be a greater emphasis on teamwork. Thus, Philip found Lian Yun somewhat foolish.
If they were in America, where individual heroism is revered, they would likely admire Lian Yun even more than the people of Huaxia do.
Philip's words were not meant as deliberate insults; they merely reflected a difference in personal philosophies and were a manifestation of his straightforward nature.
So Lian Yun only smiled lightly, showing no anger.
This only prompted Philip to scold him again, "Fool!"
"Brother Qilin, I've heard you've recently acquired a strong ally. How about letting Sun Chendong take a look?"
While it seemed unlikely that someone like Sun Chendong would be impressed by the term "strong," Lian Yun couldn't help but wonder if it referred to a Demon Emperor. He felt a bit surprised.
"Let’s battle!"
"Wait! Just let Sun Chendong take a quick look, and I’ll concede!"
If it were an ordinary person, they might think that Sun Chendong was trying to expose North Qilin's trump card.
However, both Lian Yun and North Qilin, who knew him well, understood that Sun Chendong merely wanted to observe the powerful Demon Emperor-level Ghost Slave up close.
Yet Lian Yun also considered another point: with Sun Chendong's tenacious character, he would never easily give up if there was even a slight chance. The fact that he was willing to concede now indicated that, although his previous injuries had healed, he either had not yet found a suitable Ghost Slave or the new Ghost Slave he had acquired had not yet improved in strength.
"After the match!"
"Alright, I concede~~" Sun Chendong said, excitement flushing his face.
But North Qilin frowned and replied, "Just watch, don't move."
Well, it seemed that these two had a very close relationship; North Qilin clearly understood Sun Chendong's quirks.
The outcome of their duel was decided in this manner, which felt quite unreal. This was a battle between two major figures; when the match list was revealed, countless people had been eagerly anticipating it. Yet it ended with just a few words and no action at all.
Under normal circumstances, they would have been heavily criticized, but now many were secretly giving them thumbs up. With neither of them shaking things up on the field, the audience could focus better on Cloud Emperor Lian Yun.
In fact, the two might have actually gone all out against each other, but upon seeing Lian Yun arrive, they lost interest in their own victory and stopped to closely observe Lian Yun's battle instead. This decision hadn't been prearranged; after all, they had no idea Lian Yun would return.
It could be said that the two had become so familiar with each other that they were almost telepathic.
Seeing Philip step back several paces and prepare for an attack stance, Lian Yun raised an eyebrow in slight confusion and asked, "Friend, aren't you going to summon your Ghost Slave?"
"Hmph~~ Insidious Eastern Man!"
He had just opened his eyes and clearly saw that with a single move, Lian Yun had killed all the Ghost Slaves in the Ximen Bay Ghost Group's ring. If they were released now, they would easily be wiped out by Lian Yun. No matter how great the rewards from this League were, it would be of no benefit to him. Only a fool would release their Ghost Slaves for Lian Yun to slaughter.
Lian Yun felt a bit speechless and amused; he was not someone who casually killed Ghost Slaves.
Previously, when he exterminated all of Ximen Bay's Ghost Slaves, it was merely out of anger. Moreover, if Ximen Qianlie had not intervened at that time, Lian Yun might have even stepped in to stop Lin Nan.
It was just that Ximen Qianlie had been too ruthless, causing Lian Yun to lose a bit of his composure.
Now seeing the other party so wary, it was impossible to have a proper battle. After thinking for a moment, Lian Yun said, "Since you are called Hercules, you must excel in strength. How about this: let’s each send out a Ghost Slave to compete in strength, and the winner takes all?"
"Or, you can take one of my sword strikes; as long as I can't push you out of the Arena, you win. How does that sound?"
"Are you an idiot?" This was already the third time he called Lian Yun an idiot; it left him utterly speechless.
Lian Yun smiled slightly and said nothing more, simply waiting.
(End of Chapter)
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