Chapter 32: Sky Wolf Gang Grand Elder!

Grand Elder!

Grand Elder!

……

The broadsword-wielding man and other disciples of the Sky Wolf Gang all bowed to the old man.

The newcomer was none other than the Sky Wolf Gang's Grand Elder, Han Chong.

Qin Shuo's heart jolted, and he secretly grew wary.

This old coot is a master of Internal Energy Great Perfection; it was he who gravely wounded the Unique Silver Wolf, giving him the chance to swoop in.

Now this old coot wants to detain me; his intentions are surely not good.

"Kid, did you kill this camel deer?"

Han Chong lifted his gaze to Qin Shuo; the greed in his eyes fully retracted, his voice calm, revealing no emotional fluctuation.

"Yes."

Qin Shuo glanced at the old man expressionlessly and said coldly, "You've done the checks you needed to; I'm going down the mountain."

Saying that, he reached out to grab one of the camel deer's legs, intending to hoist it again.

But before his hand touched the camel deer, a red-sheathed long sword came forward, sword sheath pointing at his wrist.

At the same moment, Han Chong's low, cold voice sounded from the scene: "Wait."

Qin Shuo snapped his hand back like lightning, drew the long knife at his waist, and said coldly, "Sir, do you intend to seize my prey by force?"

"Seize by force?"

Han Chong's face showed a hint of scorn as he coldly chuckled, "If it weren't for me dealing with the Single-horn Silver Wolf, you cats and dogs wouldn't have the guts to come hunt on Wolf Mountain."

"In short, you're just riding on my coattails."

"So what?"

Qin Shuo roughly guessed what the other wanted to say, and a mocking smile curled his lips involuntarily.

"So this camel deer of yours should be split half and half with me." Han Chong said as if it were obvious.

Upon hearing this, the other disciples of the Sky Wolf Gang's eyes lit up.

The Grand Elder is trying to overpower with authority, forcibly splitting the youth's game!

With such a huge camel deer, if split in half, they might even get to sip some broth.

Thinking this, the Sky Wolf Gang disciples who had been preparing to disperse quietly gathered around, blocking all escape routes.

With the Grand Elder of Internal Energy Great Perfection backing them up, everyone's courage instantly surged.

Their gazes at the camel deer on the ground turned fiery; the previous apprehension and fear were gone.

Although they had personally witnessed the youth's innate divine strength, enabling him to carry a thousand-jin camel deer with ease,

what of it?

If they really came to blows, it's uncertain whether the youth could withstand even one or two moves from the Grand Elder's hand.

No matter how great his strength, he's ultimately just an ordinary person.

Compared to a martial artist who has cultivated Internal Energy, the difference is too vast.

Han Chong shared the same view.

Having seen the scene of the youth carrying the camel deer, he therefore came specially.

But it's just what the other disciples thought.

The youth's strength might far exceed that of ordinary people, but before his Internal Energy Great Perfection, it still isn't enough to look at.

One could even say they are not on the same level.

Unless the opponent also cultivated Internal Energy and possessed a means to wield that monstrous strength.

Otherwise, no matter how great his strength, he's merely a crude brute, posing no threat to him.

"Split it with you?"

Qin Shuo raised his eyebrows, nearly laughing from anger.

"If that's how you see it, then every hunter who goes into the mountains today and bags game must give you half, right?"

"Right."

Han Chong wore a calm expression: "If you think splitting it is inconvenient, I can also buy the other half with money."

"Fang Kui, give this little brother fifty taels of silver and send him down the mountain."

Saying that, he turned his head to glance at the broadsword-wielding man, indicating he should come forth to pay.

The broadsword-wielding man was suddenly singled out, and his scalp went numb.

He had thought that with the Grand Elder's arrival, he could just drop his responsibilities and be done with it.

Who would have thought he'd still have to step forward?

As a grandmaster of Internal Energy Perfection, the Grand Elder naturally wasn't afraid of this youth's innate divine strength.

But he had only just broken through Internal Energy.

If they really fought, that youth could probably knock him flat with a single punch.

"Little brother..."

Fang Kui pulled out a silver note from his bosom with a bitter face, trembling as he handed it over.

Qin Shuo glanced at Fang Kui, then turned his gaze back to Han Chong, anger rising in his heart.

This old bastard is truly shameless.

A thousand-jin camel deer, and he actually thinks fifty taels of silver will send him packing.

What's more, this is an exotic beast worth a tael of silver per jin of meat.

He couldn't believe this old coot hadn't seen the camel deer's value.

These actions clearly intend to anger him.

As long as he makes a move, the other side can justifiably seize his prey without paying a cent.

"What a clever scheme!" Qin Shuo sneered inwardly.

Yet he said aloud, "You claim we dare hunt on the mountain thanks to your handling of the unicorn silver wolf—so where is that wolf now? Have you killed it?"

Han Chong heard this, his eyes sank, and he said coldly, "Last night I battled the unicorn silver wolf; the whole Wolf Mountain knows of it."

"But the unicorn silver wolf is still alive, isn't it?" Qin Shuo sneered.

"Since the silver wolf's threat persists, how can you talk about protecting us for mountain hunting?"

"In short, you're just eyeing my prey, wanting to take it for free under a pretense."

"You sharp-tongued brat, I see you're refusing a toast and will drink the penalty."

Han Chong's face turned utterly grim.

He originally intended to rely on his status as Grand Elder of the Heavenly Wolf Gang to scare this kid and split the spoils.

Now it seems this kid trusts his own strength, not regarding him at all.

"Since you won't split what rightfully belongs to me, I have no choice but to act myself."

Han Chong's eyes turned cold; his long sword suddenly left its sheath, thrusting at Qin Shuo's throat.

This move, the White Snake Spits Tongue, is vicious; a moment's carelessness will seal one's throat with a sword.

But Qin Shuo had long been prepared for this.

Only seen, he performed a seated step, flicked his blade to deflect the long sword, then twisted his waist and brought down his saber in an overhead chop.

His technique flowed like drifting clouds and water; his body moved as agilely as a white ape.

Before Han Chong could recover from the shock of his sword being deflected, that overhead chop came howling toward him.

In the rush, he could only block with his sword held horizontally.

Clang!

Blade met sword, sparks flying in all directions.

Han Chong only felt a tremendous force travel up his sword, shaking his arm numb and nearly making him lose his grip.