Chapter 884: Chapter 873: One Moment Better Than the Last?

“What’s going on?” Song Yun asked in a low voice.

“It’s obviously a martial arts duel,” Tang Lin said. “Whenever we’re free, we like to pair up and compare skills, and of course, there’s betting involved!”

“Oh? What’s at stake?” Song Yun raised an eyebrow and asked.

“Lots of things, like certain special materials, cash, or potions. Anyway, you know the National Security Bureau Special Action Department has potions, so we often bet them!” Tang Lin said.

“Oh, did you bet?” Song Yun asked.

“No, I’m all out of stuff, so there’s nothing to bet, and I’m not interested in money, so I’m just watching!” Tang Lin said. “Are you interested? If so, you can place a few bets yourself.”

“I’ll just watch.” Song Yun crossed his arms, standing next to Tang Lin, while Fatty, due to his size, had to stand slightly on the outside. He tried to squeeze in but found he couldn’t, so he had no choice but to stand in the outer ring helplessly.

Song Yun glanced at Fatty, intending to help, but Tang Lin stopped him.

“In the Special Action Department, everyone must rely on themselves!” Tang Lin said. “If you help him, everyone will look down on him!”

“Hmm!” Song Yun nodded without speaking and directly focused on the two people in the ring.

Both were similarly built, quite lean, but one could see the slightly bulging muscles. From Song Yun’s perspective, he could feel the tremendous power contained beneath their muscles.

These two were masters not inferior to Gai Nie, perhaps even stronger.

No wonder the Special Action Department is full of masters. Just these two would rank in the top three of the Dragon List, making the Dragon List he previously thought was incredible seem realistically insignificant compared to this department!

“It’s settled; this time, each of us will bet two bottles of recovery potion! Whoever loses gives them up; everyone here is witness!” said one crew cut man.

“This is from our second group, nicknamed Ghost Leg Seven. All his martial arts skills are in his legs. If he went to compete, he’s definitely top three in the Dragon List, but only third, as first is you, and second is Qingluan, even though Qingluan has entered the War God List, he’s still named on the Dragon List.” Tang Lin said with a laugh.

“What’s the other one’s name?” Song Yun asked, looking at the man with a braid.

“He’s from the first group, nicknamed Meng Quan. His hand skills are particularly impressive; look at those nails—they’ve been specially crafted, equivalent to top-grade weapons!” Tang Lin explained.

Tang Lin hadn’t finished speaking before Ghost Leg Seven and Meng Quan started fighting. Ghost Leg Seven certainly lived up to his name; his leg skills were truly extraordinary. Even in Song Yun’s eyes, he’s top-tier, every kick delivered rapidly, and at an incredible frequency, almost leaving only afterimages. Generally, if someone kicks quickly, it often destabilizes their stance, but not for him; his legs swung around like crazy, yet his footing was solid, barely trembling.

On the other hand, Meng Quan was equally fierce. Those hands, especially the fingers, could fend off all of Ghost Leg Seven’s attacks, and he could counter-attack effectively. Typically, using hands puts someone at a disadvantage compared to feet given the longer reach and strength of the legs, but hands are more agile.

Now, Meng Quan was relying on his agility and rapid attacks to block all Ghost Leg Seven’s offensives.

The spectators stood a bit further back, occasionally sending cheers, the first group rallying for Meng Quan, and the second group for Ghost Leg Seven. Both fighters were becoming more enthusiastic, with their speed and force continuously escalating, until eventually only the sounds of impact could be heard, their movements invisible.

Of course, this was normal for ordinary people; for Song Yun, it was fine, though impressive—they wouldn’t have been his opponents previously. But now, Song Yun could beat both at once easily! The current Song Yun could even toy with Qilin!

Thinking about Qilin, Song Yun suddenly remembered that Qilin was also from the Forbidden City! He then asked quietly, “Is Qilin part of the Special Action Department?”

“Not quite,” Tang Lin said. “He’s in the second group, our group’s leader’s apprentice. His brother is Kunpeng, so the elders in the Forbidden City have some connection with him.”

“What a status! Mr. Hou’s apprentice, that’s quite high!” Song Yun remarked.

“Of course, he holds an honorary vice-captain title, but I heard he suffered under Qingluan’s hand in WZ, right?” Tang Lin asked.

“Heh, indeed suffered a bit!” Naturally, Song Yun would divulge tales of his enemies’ failures whenever possible—serving as a form of attack. “He and Qingluan aren’t on the same level. He got beaten like a dog.” Song Yun chuckled.

“What are you talking about?” A middle-aged man standing next to Song Yun frowned at him and said, “I think I heard you mention Qilin?”

“Yes,” Song Yun nodded and said, “He got beaten by Qingluan like a dog.”

“Hmph, Qingluan? Hmph, he’s merely on the War God List,” the middle-aged man frowned, then snorted coldly and said, “Sooner or later, I’ll avenge Qilin. But Qilin isn’t someone you should criticize. Who do you think you are?”

“Oh?” Song Yun took a closer look at the middle-aged man. His spirit was highly restrained, and his aura was substantial, making him feel oppressive, like a wall.

“Although Qilin lost to Qingluan, that doesn’t mean a person from the third group can speak ill of him,” the middle-aged man said coldly, “Or do you think you can beat Qilin? Or has your third group become so formidable they dare to criticize whomever they please in the department?”

“Well… I can’t say for sure. Perhaps one day I’ll wake up, find myself become a Martial Arts master, wielding the Dragon Slayer Sword, standing on the Qiankun Ring, directly reaching first on the War God List. Wouldn’t you agree with me a bit? After all, the great path is formless; no one knows what tomorrow holds.” Song Yun thought he should be modest, thus he said this.

“So, you really think you’re a master then?” the middle-aged man arrogantly looked at Song Yun and said, “Why don’t we have a match later?”