Chapter 188: Has the Embroidered Uniform Guard Become a Hospital?

Ouyang Jian narrowed his eyes: "Shen Commander, this bit of incense will at most last ten breaths; aren't you looking down on people too much by doing this?"

From the time he knew Shen Qing had easily wiped out Prince Wen's Manor and easily beheaded Wu Xun, Ouyang Jian knew he was no match for Shen Qing.

But Ouyang Jian's position as Commandant of the Six Gates didn't come from connections either.

Who hasn't fought their way up?

Shen Qing couldn't be bothered with him, just calmly began counting down.

Three.

Two.

One.

As soon as the words fell, Ouyang Jian's eyes turned icier, his yuan power surged throughout his body, and his waist sword flashed out with extreme speed.

But Shen Qing's move was faster: a huge black sun appeared, black mist instantly spread, and half of the Investigations Office fell into darkness.

Ouyang Jian felt alarm inside.

What is this?

In this black mist, even his vision as an Elixir Pellet Realm cultivator was mostly obscured, and he could barely make out Shen Qing's silhouette.

Suddenly, a fluctuation flashed past, and Shen Qing's figure vanished.

Ouyang Jian looked around sharply.

The next moment, Shen Qing appeared at his side, a fist wrapped in thick black mist lunging at him.

Ouyang Jian hastily raised his hand to block, and the two fists collided!

Bang!

Ouyang Jian's face changed dramatically, and he staggered back several steps.

He looked at his own fist in disbelief, the yuan qi on its knuckles seeming to slowly dissolve, and even more strangely, the clash of two Elixir Pellet Realm cultivators produced no shockwave at all.

This is also an effect brought about after Shen Qing modified the Black Sun Subduing Demon Fist.

It can slowly dissolve the opponent's yuan qi.

And under Shen Qing's control it can absorb excess kinetic energy, reducing the battle's damage to the surroundings.

But he wasn't given much time to think; in the darkness a golden blade light slashed toward him, followed immediately by Shen Qing's Black Sun Subduing Demon Fist.

Ouyang Jian swung his sword to block the golden blade light, but he couldn't block that fist; it slammed heavily into his chest, stopping his breath, then followed by a hammer-like strike, massive and heavy, palm passing like a blade, capable of cleaving rivers and mountains.

In the blink of an eye, Ouyang Jian had already blocked several of Shen Qing's moves with his body, his techniques growing increasingly disordered; Shen Qing seized an opening and grabbed his forearm.

With a hard pull, Ouyang Jian traced a beautiful arc in the air.

Bang!

Ouyang Jian's whole body slammed heavily into the ground, face first.

Crack! crack! crack!

The ground stakes kept shattering, Ouyang Jian's whole body was embedded in the floor, and the yuan qi on him slowly stagnated.

Ouyang Jian painfully pulled his head out of the floor, turned, and glanced at Shen Qing.

With a slap, he fell flat on his back.

Shen Qing snapped his fingers; the black sun behind him swiftly dissipated, and the pervasive black mist vanished without a trace.

Meanwhile in the courtyard, Old Li was still standing there dazedly; in fact, the fight between Shen Qing and Ouyang Jian hadn't lasted long at all.

So from Old Li's perspective, his vision suddenly went dark, and after a blink, Ouyang Jian was lying on the ground.

As for what happened, he didn't know either.

Old Li stared blankly: "Boss, is it... already over?"

Shen Qing walked toward the courtyard gate: "Old Li, call the scholar and the others to the great prison; I'll find a few death-row inmates to test the Great Art of Transferring Flowers and Joining Trees to boost your cultivation."

Old Li glanced at the unconscious Ouyang Jian inside the house, hesitated, then closed the gate, to prevent the Embroidered Uniform Guard from seeing Ouyang Jian's miserable state and give him some dignity.

After a long while, Ouyang Jian suddenly woke up, leaping up with a carp's flip.

Shen Qing!

But there was no one around at all.

Ouyang Jian looked at the shattered floor tiles, then rubbed his prominent forehead.

Fragmentary memories kept surfacing and intertwining.

Finally, Ouyang Jian muttered.

I... did I just lose?

He thought again of Shen Qing's Black Sun Subduing Demon Fist.

What the heck is that weird thing?

Leaving aside the power of the Black Sun Subduing Demon Fist, just its ability to obscure vision with black mist and corrode yuan qi is terrifying.

If unaware, one would definitely be caught off guard.

Well, actually, even if one knew, they'd still be caught off guard—Shen Qing strikes too fast.

But what kind of supreme art is this? He, as Chief Inspector of the Qingzhou Six Gates, shouldn't have never heard of such an overpowering secret technique.

Gradually, a terrifying idea rose in Ouyang Jian's heart.

This thing... could it be his own creation?

How did he come up with this neither-yin-nor-yang thing?

If we call it yin? The Black Sun Subduing Demon Fist is overwhelmingly domineering; it's already one of the most domineering attacks Ouyang Jian has ever seen.

If we call it yang? The black mist both blocks vision and corrodes true qi—it's basically endless yin.

But slowly, a hint of relief appeared in Ouyang Jian's eyes.

As said at the outset, when he challenged, he already knew he wasn't a match for Shen Qing; he challenged Shen Qing just to vent the pent-up anger in his chest.

The stronger Shen Qing gets, the faster his qi dissipates.

Ouyang Jian strode out of the house, lifted his head and glanced at the sky.

"Xu Mo, Zhang Kai, you guys are watching, right?"

"You saw it—I'm not saying I won't let you vent air; I truly can't beat him. After three punches I nearly kicked the bucket."

"Stop constantly barging into my dreams; it's your problem. Why did you let that criminal escape for no reason?"

"Alright, this ends here. If you keep barging into my dreams, not only will Shen Qing beat you, I'll beat you too!"

"If I can't beat Shen Qing, can I still not beat you two?"

"After saying that, Ouyang Jian let out a long breath, and the pent-up anguish in his heart completely dissipated."

"Ouyang Jian straightened his clothes, pushed open the door and walked out, meanwhile letting out a loud shout."

"So comfortable!"

"Just as luck would have it, the scholar had just left the case archive, preparing to go to the prison, when he was startled badly by this Ouyang Jian."

"The scholar's gaze was strange—what's going on with this person?"

"He was clearly beaten, yet he let out a loud shout of "So comfortable!"?"

"The scholar's pupils suddenly widened."

"No way!"

"This person has a peculiar preference."

"Some, feeling disgusted, retreated two steps."

"What's wrong with the Jinwu Guard today?"

"First a sick monk came, and now a pervert has shown up."

"This is too chaotic."

"Has the Embroidered Uniform Guard turned into a hospital?"