Chapter 112: Maya Is Getting Married?

Everyone stared in disbelief as Su Yi actually managed to stand up. Even Di Yuan, who had been gleeful, thinking Su Yi would either die immediately or suffer fatal injuries, was now frozen in shock. No one expected Su Yi to have such an indomitable life force; surviving such an ordeal was nothing short of eerie.

Seeing Lou Jun advance slowly toward Su Yi with a murderous glare, many hearts tightened. Captain Yuan, standing beside Su Yi, furrowed his brows and spoke in a calm but firm voice, “Captain Lou Jun, what are you trying to do?”

Lou Jun snorted coldly, shifting his gaze to Captain Yuan. His icy voice rang out again: “This man’s actions are suspicious. I want to interrogate him personally. Are you going to stop me?”

“Don’t worry about Captain Lou Jun,” Captain Yuan subtly stepped forward, subtly positioning himself to shield Su Yi. “He’s staff from our auction house, so there won’t be any trouble. Besides, he already took a hit just now—let’s consider it a lesson and leave it at that.”

“Leave it at that?” Lou Jun’s cold laugh deepened, his armor clinking as he raised his hand slightly. “That all depends on whether my fists agree!”

Captain Yuan’s face shifted slightly. “Captain Lou Jun, this is the auction house under the Yousiman family’s name. Are you seriously planning to act recklessly here?”

“Don’t use the Yousiman family’s name to intimidate me. This isn’t the imperial capital. A mere auction house can’t make me hold back. Besides…” Lou Jun’s eyes gleamed with savage intent as he glanced disdainfully at everyone. “With you, these people, and those Douluo in the auction house, do you really think you can stop me?”

Lou Jun’s arrogance was boundless, utterly dismissive of everyone around him. Captain Yuan felt a surge of anger but also helplessness. Though both he and Lou Jun held the title of captain, their status and strength were worlds apart. The auction house was powerful in Changling City, boasting several Douluo-level experts, but against a Doulong, they were like children before a giant.

The gap between Doulong and Douluo was immense, evident even in the number of practitioners. Countless fought with Douqi, and many reached the sixth-grade Mysterious Rank, classed as Douluo. Though fewer than those at the Yellow Rank, there were still many—nearly thirty or forty Douluo in Changling City alone.

Sixth-grade Mysterious Rank practitioners belonged to the Douluo tier. But advancing from sixth to seventh grade meant rising from Douluo to Doulong, a difficult leap. Consequently, seventh, eighth, and ninth-grade Mysterious Rank practitioners were far fewer, and no Doulong had yet appeared around Changling City.

Lou Jun before them was a genuine eighth-grade Doulong!

Such strength could easily contend with even the greatest family in the city, the Lie family. Though Captain Yuan had reached Douluo level, he knew he was no match for Lou Jun, who could easily cripple him with a single strike.

If possible, Captain Yuan wanted to avoid escalating matters further. Lou Jun’s arrogance stemmed from his strength, but he wasn’t here to show off; he had other business. This thought brought a flicker of hesitation to Captain Yuan’s eyes.

Though fleeting, Lou Jun’s sharp gaze caught it. A cold smile curled his lips. “Think carefully—do you really want to cause big trouble over this useless pretender who can’t even use Douqi?”

Hearing this, Su Yi, gritting his teeth in pain, tightened his grip on his chest. His gaze turned cold as a strange emotion quietly began to grow within his mind...

Captain Yuan frowned slightly, then spoke in a low tone: “Captain Lou Jun, this man has a good relationship with Miss Meiya. If you harm him, I fear Miss Meiya won’t be pleased. Are you sure you want to offend her?”

“Good relationship with Miss Meiya?” Lou Jun’s expression flickered with surprise and doubt as he glanced at Su Yi. His face darkened, and after a pause, he sneered, locking eyes with Su Yi. “Boy, do you like Miss Meiya?”

The sudden question startled Su Yi, who was unsure of Lou Jun’s intent. He scoffed lightly. “What does that have to do with you?”

“Heh heh!”

Lou Jun burst into cold laughter, his disdain and mockery blatant. “Miss Meiya is of noble birth—how could someone like you, a worthless waste, possibly be worthy of her? Let me be frank: Miss Meiya is soon to marry our young master and become his wife! If you want to be a toad reaching for a swan, you better know your place. Miss Meiya is far beyond your reach.”

What?! Meiya is getting married?!

Su Yi’s heart jolted hard, leaving him momentarily stunned. Shock, disbelief, pain, and doubt flooded his mind, suffocating him. Lou Jun’s rude tone barely registered as memories of Meiya replayed vividly in his thoughts.

Hearing the news of Meiya’s impending marriage, Su Yi’s heart ached inexplicably. The thought of her delicate body beneath another man filled him with a fierce, suffocating rage.

Seeing the change in Su Yi’s expression, Lou Jun’s contempt deepened, his gaze and tone even more scornful. “Hmph. Among all the young men in the empire, only my young master is worthy of Miss Meiya! Someone like you, so far beneath her, dares to dream? I warn you, Miss Meiya will soon belong to the Jiang family. You’d better stay away and stop entertaining impossible fantasies!”

“Stay away?” Su Yi muttered, the phrase strangely familiar. His eyes darkened, slowly glowing with an eerie blood-red hue. Suddenly, a fierce murderous intent erupted from his heart like a volcanic explosion, roaring out with overwhelming force!

Captain Yuan, closest to Su Yi, was the first to sense this sharp, violent killing intent. His face changed as he turned in surprise and disbelief. Such a profound killing aura could come from someone so young?

Though killing intent alone couldn’t kill, it chilled him to the bone. Having trained in Douqi for so long, this was the first time he had seen killing intent so intense it affected one's mind, like the oppressive aura of a high-level expert.

Su Yi’s killing aura was astonishing, given he hadn’t yet attained Douqi mastery. This was truly bizarre, for killing intent relates closely to one’s strength. A Douluo’s killing intent is easily dismissed by a Doulong, sometimes even provoking laughter—like a mayfly shaking a great tree, foolishly overestimating itself.

Long accustomed to battle, Lou Jun also quickly sensed the wild killing intent emanating from Su Yi. Slightly taken aback, his heart stirred uneasily. His instincts and strength told him this killing aura was not simple.

Within this killing intent lingered a strange chill. The cold-blooded, ruthless Lou Jun felt a subtle wave of even colder, more merciless and brutal emotion beneath the dark mist-like aura, as though a monstrous shadow lurked behind it.

As emotions surged, Lou Jun’s perception of Su Yi shifted. Surviving that blow and now exuding such strange killing intent—this was no ordinary man.

Suddenly, a dangerous caution flared in Lou Jun’s heart. Su Yi would eventually become a threat. A ruthless gleam crossed his face. The best way to eliminate this danger was to kill him.

Though the killing intent was strange, it was not yet enough to make him wary.

Lou Jun stepped forward abruptly, a cold smile spreading across his face, deadly and sinister. “Heh heh, you want to kill me? Looks like I’ll have to teach you a lesson before you understand what I mean!”

As a member of the Jiang family, Lou Jun knew how much his young master valued Meiya. Since Su Yi was close to Meiya, he must be removed. As the young master’s woman, Meiya could not have any other men around. Killing Su Yi would only bring benefits, no harm.

Lou Jun’s killing intent solidified, Douqi swirling within him. Captain Yuan and others at the auction house paled. Captain Yuan sensed Lou Jun’s murderous intent toward Su Yi but knew he lacked the strength to stop it.

“Sigh, I can only try to block as much as possible...” Captain Yuan sighed deeply, his palm tightening as faint Douqi slowly emerged.

From a distance, the crowd at the auction house grew tense. Many feared being caught in the crossfire but dared not leave openly. Their palms sweated as the mounting pressure made it hard to breathe.

With Douqi surging, Lou Jun bent slightly, ready to strike!

At that tense moment, a seductive yet familiar voice suddenly echoed through the crowd, freezing Lou Jun’s attacking motion instantly.

“Captain Lou Jun, please stop!”

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