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"Senior Ye!"

Shen Mobei clasped his fist; it was perfectly reasonable for a man in his fifties to address someone in his seventies as a senior.

"What matter do you have, speak up!"

Ye Qianzhong knitted his brows, revealing a hint of impatience.

He had a premonition that Shen Mobei stepping up at this moment most likely meant he intended to meddle. Otherwise, he could have just stood aside. With Qin Yu's current condition, he could deal with him in two or three moves at most.

"You are a highly esteemed master in Jianghu, while Qin Yu is merely a junior. After enduring so many consecutive brutal battles, he has barely a tenth of his strength left. If you were to fight him now, I fear it wouldn't be very honorable, would it?"

Shen Mobei said without the slightest hint of anxiety.

"If Mister Shen has any wise advice, please speak frankly!"

Ye Qianzhong's eyelids twitched, clearly very displeased. However, considering the other party was from the Capital City's Shen Family, he refrained from making a scene on the spot.

"I hope that you will allow Qin Yu a half-hour rest before making your move. Otherwise, it would be too unfair for him. Otherwise, if word gets out, people will say that Senior Ye took advantage of someone's misfortune!"

Shen Mobei said with a fist clasped, appearing to be very polite.

"Little Dragon, what do you think?"

Ye Qianzhong turned and sought Ye Haolong's opinion.

He felt that even if Qin Yu were to rest for half an hour, he wouldn't recover much combat strength. If he agreed, he would virtually have no loss and could also give Shen Mobei some face.

"Hmm..."

Ye Haolong pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded, "That's fine. Mister Shen is so righteous, our Ye Family is not unkind!"

"Good, then I'll make my move after half an hour!"

Ye Qianzhong nodded and returned to his seat.

"Phew..."

"Phew..."

Yan Mingyu and Qin Yu almost simultaneously let out a sigh of relief. If Ye Qianzhong had insisted on making a move, it would have been very difficult for them to be his match.

Unless they used the "Thunder Talisman", but as said before, the Thunder Talisman is miraculous, but it only works on a stormy day with thunder and lightning.

Right now, it was still early in the year and far from spring. If no spring rain came, the sky would basically be devoid of thunderclouds.

"Damn, take a breather!"

The onlookers also patted their chests, as they had been on edge ever since Qin Yu broke in.

"It's the last challenge now, hard to say who will win!"

"I think Qin Yu's chances are slim, after all, Ye Qianzhong has been resting and is at his peak strength!"

"Hard to say, the burst of combat power from Qin Yu can be formidable, and considering he's so young, going up against an old man he should have a chance of winning!"

Quickly, the onlookers split into two camps again, one in favor of Qin Yu and the other betting against him.

"Clean up the scene!"

Ye Haolong waved his hand, and a few subordinates dragged away the dead unlucky ones.

"Damn it..."

Ye Tianling cursed under his breath, his expression fluctuating, as if he was weighing something.

Of course, within the entire Ye Family, he was considered an insignificant figure, and hardly anyone cared about him.

Ye Family, the tallest building.

At the window.

With a sullen expression and a cigarette held in his hand, Ye Tianci was observing every move in the courtyard through the sniper scope.

At present, since Ye Qianzhong and Qin Yu had not yet exchanged blows and it was uncertain who would win or lose, he would certainly not shoot to ambush at this time.

After all, Qin Yu was the leader of Dragon Gate, and dying in a martial duel was one thing, but being assassinated with a gun was quite another matter.

Of course, if Ye Qianzhong ended up at a disadvantage later on, he would definitely shoot.

Worst case scenario, he would find a scapegoat to take the fall, never letting Qin Yu leave the Ye Family alive.

"Half an hour, not sure how much strength he can recover!"

Qin Yu sat cross-legged on the ground, channeling the Shen Zhao Jing, scrambling to recover True Qi every second he could.

Overall, he had about a third of his True Qi remaining. If he could recover to half, he was confident about challenging Ye Qianzhong.

For a moment.

The courtyard quieted down, as if everyone could only hear the sound of their own heartbeat.

Some guests sneered as they smoked, while others simply started playing with their phones.

Ten minutes...

Twenty minutes...

Half an hour...

"Time's up!"

Ye Haolong had been watching his phone, and his heart wasn't at ease until the victor between Ye Qianzhong and Qin Yu was decided.

"Mr. Shen, this doesn't count as taking advantage of someone's desperate situation now, does it?"

Ye Qianzhong asked, looking towards Shen Mobei.

"Hehe, please proceed, Senior!"

Shen Mobei replied with a faint smile.

"Hmph..."

With a huff through his nose and a flick of his sleeve, Ye Qianzhong stepped towards Qin Yu once more.

"Senior Ye, we meet again!"

Qin Yu opened his eyes and stood up.

His true qi had just restored to fifty percent; far from peak condition but still enough for a fight.

"If you hadn't kept causing trouble for the Ye Family, I would've really liked to offer you some guidance and take you as a disciple!"

Ye Qianzhong declared with a proud expression.

In the past, the Tang Family spent several billion just for Tang Xuanwu to become his nominal disciple and to receive his guidance.

In the circles of elite families, if the wealth of both parties is similar, what they compete in is martial prowess.

"Hehe, thank you for your undue admiration, Senior Ye. If the Ye Family wasn't so despicable and shameless, I too would be very happy to become friends with Senior Ye!"

Qin Yu said with a slight smile.

"Enough, we stand on different grounds, and further words are pointless. Let's just let our skills do the talking!"

Ye Qianzhong said, somewhat irked, because Qin Yu had referred to becoming his friend, not his disciple, essentially placing himself on the same level as Ye Qianzhong.

A young talent who was merely on the rise, what made him think he could be friends with Ye Qianzhong himself?

"Very well, Senior Ye, please enlighten me!"

Qin Yu made a gesture of respect with his fists.

"Take this!"

Ye Qianzhong stood with his left hand upright and his right palm resting on top, his elbow arched as if a butterfly was about to flap its wings.

This is why the Butterfly Thirteen Elbows technique was named as such.

With a shout, he hurled his body forward like an arrow, his right elbow sweeping out a curved trajectory as sharp as a scimitar.

"Impressive elbow strike!"

Qin Yu quickly retreated, grabbing a solid wood tabletop with one hand and using it as a shield in front of him.

Bang!

Like a relentless maggot on bones, Ye Qianzhong reached Qin Yu. Accompanied by a dull exploding noise, the solid wood tabletop in Qin Yu's hand instantly shattered into pieces.

"The number one expert of the Outer Rivers and Lakes truly lives up to his reputation, how formidable!"

Compared to those Martial Alliance members from before, Ye Qianzhong is leagues apart; Qin Yu is in danger now!"

It is said that every move in the Butterfly Thirteen Elbows is lethal; Qin Yu might fall at the final hurdle!"

Onlookers, having witnessed the astonishing combat power of Ye Qianzhong, mostly had little optimism for Qin Yu's chances.

"Young man, there's still time to leave the Ye Family behind!"

Ye Qianzhong did not pursue his victory but stood tall and proud, speaking in a haughty tone.

"Senior Ye, it was just one move—you can't scare me away that easily!"

Qin Yu discarded the broken piece of wood in his hand and spoke indifferently.

"Good, good..."

Ye Qianzhong narrowed his eyes, his white beard gently fluttering.

Since this boy wouldn't accept the face he was given, he would have to witness Ye Qianzhong's true formidable power!