Chapter 230
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Chapter 230: A Pair of Clowns
The purple light shadows flickered with a soft glow, supporting the Fat and Thin Brothers.
The two brothers felt their entire bodies cradled by a gentle cloud-like force. No matter how fiercely they struggled, their efforts sank like clay oxen in the sea or struck cotton—utterly lacking leverage.
Refusing to believe they couldn’t break Ye Yun’s blockade, they concentrated their true qi into needle-thin lines and charged forward viciously.
Crack!
The purple light shadows shattered under their assault, allowing them to leap free.
Ye Yun had been testing his current strength. The brothers’ cultivation level neared the pinnacle of the Qi refining stage. If he could withstand their attacks effortlessly, it would prove his power rivaled a first level Foundation Establishment expert.
He’d only used fifty to sixty percent strength in those purple light shadows. Though eventually broken by their combined force, this outcome aligned perfectly with his expectations.
Landing heavily, the brothers exchanged bewildered glances, eyebrows twitching with disbelief.
"That guy must own a decent spiritual weapon," the fat brother declared first.
"Obviously. Otherwise, he couldn’t have blocked our strike," the thin brother nodded matter-of-factly.
"Useless! Even quality gear couldn’t withstand our casual defense-breaking!" The fat brother puffed his chest out.
"We broke through, but ‘casual’ seems inaccurate," the thin brother frowned.
"Old Man always calls you smart, yet you contradict me at critical moments?" The fat brother’s scrunched brows formed comical ridges.
"I’m stating facts! Breaking his defense was challenging," the thin brother protested miserably.
"Enough! You’re lucky we’re blood brothers, or I’d swat you flat." The fat brother waved dismissively.
The thin brother clamped his mouth shut, radiating grievance.
Ye Yun observed their squabble with folded arms, increasingly amused. If these were bullies, they belonged in the endearing category.
"Still fighting? Or shall I leave?" Ye Yun chuckled.
The brothers whirled around, faces flushing crimson with rage.
"He’s mocking us!" the fat brother spluttered.
"Not mocking—insulting!" the thin brother corrected.
After shared glances, they roared in unison: "Let’s crush him first!"
Light blazed in their palms—a massive hammer materialized in the fat brother’s grip while the thin brother brandished an eccentric battle spear.
Weapons flared, their combined radiance merging into a strange energy wave hurtling toward Ye Yun.
"Fool! Taste our Heavenly Sword Sect’s peerless combination attack!" the fat brother bellowed mid-swing.
Ye Yun’s eyebrow arched. This strike’s power clearly transcended Qi refining, brushing against Foundation Establishment levels.
Though stronger, he didn’t underestimate them. Purple light shadows swirled around his hand as he thrust sword-like fingers at the incoming assault.
Thunder detonated—the purple light shadows coalesced into crackling lightning at Ye Yun’s fingertips, forming a sizzling sphere that collided head-on with the brothers’ attack.
This offensive technique stemmed from insights into "Born as a Sword" and the "Thundercloud Lightning Sword"—an incomplete yet potent fusion.
BOOM!
The lightning sphere and the spear-hammer’s light and shadow collided violently. Sparks of light exploded across the sky. The spear-hammer illusions instantly shattered into smoke, while the weakened lightning sphere continued its momentum, slamming into the chests of the Fat and Thin Brothers.
A short, round figure and a lanky pole went flying, crashing heavily to the ground. The fat one even bounced comically twice before landing flat on his rear.
With a single move, Ye Yun had crushed the Trading Market’s notorious bullies, nearly killing them.
This was Ye Yun’s current strength. Within the Qi refining stage, no one could rival him—not even Murong Wuhen.
Ye Yun knew the lightning sphere’s power. Even weakened by half, it should have seriously injured the brothers at the pinnacle of the Qi refining stage, leaving them incapacitated.
Yet as Ye Yun assumed their defeat, the two suddenly leaped up, standing six zhang away. Their faces showed shock and wariness.
Ye Yun frowned. He knew the attack’s force perfectly—even Murong Wuhen would’ve been crippled. But these two looked unharmed, merely pale from fright.
*How?*
Bystanders peeked out from hiding, but none dared cheer. They feared the brothers’ retaliation once Ye Yun left.
“That hurt! He hits like a demon!” The thin one rubbed his limbs.
“True! If not for my meat cushioning the blow, my bones would’ve shattered!” The fat one nodded, massaging his belly.
Ye Yun nearly stumbled. *They’re only bruised? Impossible!*
“Well? Still fighting?” Ye Yun taunted.
The fat brother paused, then whispered to the thin one, “He wants to quit?”
“He’s asking if *we* quit!” The thin one glared.
“Quit? Never! We’ve never lost!” The fat one roared, turning to Ye Yun.
“But… we just did,” the thin one muttered, recalling the lightning sphere’s terror.
“Lost? When?” The fat brother blinked.
“Why else would I ache?”
After a long pause, the fat one declared, “We’re hungry. Let’s fight after eating!”
Ye Yun laughed. “Scared, are you?”
“We never lose! We’re just hungry!” The thin one snapped.
The fat brother nudged him. “I was joking! You’re not *actually* hungry, right?”
The thin one nearly kicked him. *Cultivators don’t get hungry, idiot!*
“Stay here! We’ll be back!” The fat one said solemnly.
Ye Yun scoffed. “Cultivators don’t starve. Pathetic excuses.”
The fat brother slapped his forehead. “You’re too smart! Fine—let us go, and we’ll call you Big Brother!”
Ye Yun stared. *Big Brother?*
“Trickery! You’ll stab me in the back!” Ye Yun feigned anger.
The fat one grinned. “You see right through us! We’ll pester you forever unless you agree!”
The thin one brightened. “Yes! Our Big Brother must protect us!”
Ye Yun gaped. These fools—defeated one moment, declaring loyalty the next!
“Big Brother!” they chorused, seizing his silence as consent.
