Li Qiu's voice pierced through the rain, echoing on the slick streets.

The giant Silver Dragon slowly flapped its wings, and the strong winds it stirred up sent the surrounding pedestrians stumbling.

Seeing this magnificent Silver Dragon again,

Zhou Huai's consciousness within Moria didn't feel the same shock as the first time.

His mind conjured up his own Little Black Dragon, still frolicking in the Secret Realm.

In terms of Aura, Little Black was at least two tiers above this Silver Dragon.

The fish had taken the bait.

Zhou Huai didn't plan to waste any more time.

With one hand, he lifted Luo Ming, who was like a pile of mud on the ground.

He looked up, meeting Li Qiu's condescending gaze, a playful curve on his lips.

"Letting him go? Possible."

"However, I have a condition."

Li Qiu raised an eyebrow, seemingly interested in this development.

"What condition?"

"I have a friend who wants to spar with you."

Moria's voice was flat.

"As long as you can defeat him, I'll return this trash to you."

Li Qiu let out a soft "Oh" at his words.

He stroked his chin, a shrewd glint in his sharp eyes.

He pondered for two seconds, then asked:

"May I ask, if I defeat your friend,"

"Will you pay me?"

Zhou Huai: ......

Seeing Moria's somewhat speechless expression, Li Qiu shrugged lazily.

"My mission is only to bring this idiot back."

"Fighting your friend isn't within my scope of work."

He rubbed two fingers together.

"So... it'll cost extra."

Zhou Huai felt a wave of speechlessness.

This guy was truly obsessed with raising Dragons, thinking about money for everything he did.

He glanced at Li Qiu with cold eyes.

"Aren't you worried I'll just kill him right here?"

Li Qiu heard this and laughed indifferently.

"The boss just told me to bring him back."

"As for bringing him back alive or dead, what does it matter?"

Luo Ming, held in Moria's hand, trembled with rage at these words.

He used all his strength to let out a hysterical roar at Li Qiu in the sky.

"Li Qiu! Screw your grandma!"

Li Qiu ignored his curses, his eyes only filled with a craving for money.

Zhou Huai: "..."

He felt like saying another word to this money-grubber was a waste of breath.

Moria extended a finger.

"One million."

His voice was crisp and clear.

"As long as you can defeat my friend, I'll give you one million."

No sooner had he spoken.

The laziness and nonchalance on Li Qiu's face vanished instantly, without a trace.

In its place was an unprecedented, enthusiastic smile.

"No problem, boss!"

He patted his chest, his attitude doing a complete 180-degree turn.

"Where is your friend now?"

"I'm already a bit impatient!"

Moria stopped the idle talk, lifted Luo Ming, and shot into the sky.

In the night sky, only a cold remark was left.

"Follow."

Seeing this, Li Qiu immediately urged the Silver Dragon beneath him.

"Let's go, follow our new boss!"

The Silver Dragon let out a high-pitched Dragon roar, flapping its wings to chase after them.

Below, only a group of onlookers, still reeling from shock, were left looking at each other in the rain.

...

The three people and one Dragon quickly flew out of Donghai City's tall walls, speeding towards the desolate wilderness.

Li Qiu rode the Silver Dragon, following Moria at a leisurely pace.

There was no surprise in his eyes.

Since the other party wanted to challenge him, they would certainly choose an unrestricted outdoor location.

This way, both sides could fight without holding back.

Even if the opponent had the strength to easily defeat Luo Ming.

Even if the opponent was clearly prepared.

Li Qiu remained calm.

He had that confidence.

In all of Donghai City, there was no professional stronger than him.

Soon, Moria's speed began to slow, leading them to a familiar area.

The Old City District.

Everything here still bore the marks of the battle from a few months ago.

Ruined walls, scorched ground, and a faint smell of sulfur still permeated the air.

Li Qiu's gaze swept over the ruins, a subtle flicker of something unusual in his eyes.

As they descended further,

he finally saw the figure on top of the dilapidated building below.

That person wore a long black trench coat with a high collar.

The trench coat was unbuttoned, open freely in the night wind, revealing the striking silver crescent emblem on his chest.

At this moment, Yasuo had his hair neatly slicked back, tied into a small bun at the back of his head.

A few unruly strands of hair hung over his forehead, unable to conceal his sharp, eagle-like eyes.

On his chin was still that signature, slightly weathered stubble.

Behind him, a long sword wrapped in black cloth was diagonally inserted.

The entire person was bathed in the cold rain, like a poised sculpture, exuding an aloofness and sharpness that warned others to keep their distance.

When Li Qiu saw this figure, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

This person...

Why did he feel somewhat familiar?

As if he had seen him somewhere before.

Just then, Moria, controlled by Zhou Huai, had already landed steadily on top of another building, carrying Luo Ming.

He casually tossed the half-dead Luo Ming from his hand.

Then he looked at Li Qiu, his voice flat.

"Next, it's your battle with him."

He paused, then added in a meaningful tone.

"You must... go all out, you know."

Li Qiu patted his chest, a confident smile on his face.

"Don't worry, boss."

"Money's in, person's done."

Zhou Huai's eye twitched.

Look how arrogant you are.

You'll see if I beat you up later, that's all.

Moria simply grunted "Hmm."

Then, his figure transformed into a puddle of ink, taking the unconscious Luo Ming with him, silently merging into the shadows on the rooftop and disappearing.

Li Qiu, riding the Silver Dragon, slowly descended and hovered above the building.

He looked at the silent figure on the rooftop and asked.

"Buddy, have we... met before?"

On the rooftop, Yasuo still had his eyes closed, as if he hadn't heard Li Qiu's question.

After a moment.

Zhou Huai's consciousness quickly transferred over.

He slowly opened his eyes.

In those eyes, flames of excitement and revenge burned.

"Have you forgotten?"

Yasuo's voice was a bit hoarse, with a hint of uncontrollable madness.

"A few months ago, also right here."

"For a million-dollar bounty, you used that broken Dragon to spray me with Dragon's Breath."

He looked up and grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, his smile chilling.

"Today, isn't it time to settle this score properly?"

Li Qiu was stunned at first.

Then, as if remembering something, an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

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"No... no... wait a minute!"

"You're that Yasuo???"

Zhou Huai stopped the idle talk.

The next second.

"Clang—!"

A clear sword cry resounded through the night sky!

The kingslayer's edge was suddenly drawn!

In an instant, a dazzling golden beam of light shot up from the sword, tearing through the heavy dark clouds and piercing through the cold rain!

The entire dim, dilapidated Old City District, at this moment, was illuminated as if it were daytime by this sacred and overbearing golden light!