Chapter 864: My Name Is Qian Duoduo

Staring back at the fatty whose face was drained of color due to the fright, Yun Yang was very amused. Who was afraid of who now? He had merely raised his hand, but the former had sprung so far away, like a frightened bird...

The courage he possessed... it was a discredit to the word 'scared'.

"What do you mean unscrupulous and harassing you? Aren't you spitting insults blindly here? I don't even know you! The most I am is a passerby who coincidentally ran into you. Why are you making such a big fuss out of it and spoiling for a fight? It's a waste of energy and effort," said Yun Yang.

Yun Yang was not afraid of trouble, but he had just arrived in the Bound of Universe. He was unfamiliar with the place, utterly lost. It was better if he could stay out of sticky situations, especially when the fatty's words were implying something - Yun Yang would never willingly be a scapegoat!

The fatty was taken aback, replying doubtfully, "You aren't here to pursue me? Not here to catch me? To torment me? To do me in?"

Yun Yang was growing even more exasperated.

"No - I won't do it, even if you were a willing victim!"

The fatty laughed, relaxing at once, and kept the whip away. His face was split into a wide grin as he cupped his fist with his palm, greeting Yun Yang warmly, "That's what I was thinking... How can my enemy be someone so handsome, fine and stunning... A good friend is here, I see. How fated we are."

Friend? Fated? One can become your friend as long as he is not pursuing you? Do you consider this fate?

The fatty's round face was brimming with friendliness. He asked rather enviously, "Brother, tell me, how did you become so handsome? This young brother, I, am genuinely envious and jealous!"

A cold sweat broke out of Yun Yang instantly. He raised his arm.

"Hold it. Are we so close? I'm only a passerby!"

The fatty chortled and answered, "It's exactly because you're a passerby and a coincidence that's why this is fate. Don't friends come to be after a fateful encounter and some interaction? We'll become more familiar with each other. This young brother's name is Qian Duoduo (a lot of money). What's your good name, big brother?"

Qian Duoduo... What a wonderful name!

Yun Yang pondered carefully, 'Are people in the Bound of Universe so warm? Or does this fatty have an ulterior motive?'

Just his cultivation base and unusual meteor hammer, as well as the spatial ring on his person, were evidence of an extraordinary background. Back then, Lei Dongtian had tooted his own horn so loudly, but compared to this fatty, he was terribly lacking!

"I'm Yun Yang," Yun Yang answered honestly after some consideration. He was a newcomer, after all, it should be fine to tell his real name.

"Wind rises, cloud stirs - good name, good name!" Qian Duoduo was extremely pandering as he sang the most fantastic praises, "What an excellent name..."

All of a sudden, the sound of wind breaking could be heard as the meteor hammer whip appeared above Yun Yang's head without warning. It crashed down violently, it's killing intent quickly escalating.

It was incredibly abrupt, an unexpected ambush that was barely avoidable.

In spite of this, Yun Yang was well prepared. After all, he had come across too many conspiracies and tricks before. There was the saying 'one who is unaccountably solicitous is hiding an evil intention'.

They did not know each other, but the fatty had acted so affectionately right as he approached. It was illogical, so Yun Yang was already on his guard. He had just arrived at this realm, it was only normal that he was cautious.

A gleam of a saber, a clang of metal colliding - the Divine Edge parried the meteor hammer. The meteor hammer's material was worthy of attention as it was not hacked into two by the Divine Edge, despite its small size.

Yun Yang skidded following the counter-attack, but he was not injured. However, his caution grew.

The fatty's ambush was furtive. His technique was powerful, yet light. It was apparent that he was not as weak as he had seemed to be. The cowardly front and shower of compliments just now were merely smoke and mirrors. This fellow was actually a solid expert!

Recalling the fatty's clumsiness when he had retracted the meteor hammer and almost hit himself earlier, Yun Yang could not help sneering. The innocent and down -to -earth looking fatty was not only considerably skilled, but he was also an expert who knew how to disguise his capability! One should not underestimate him.

On the other hand, the fatty was even more flabbergasted by the current situation.

He had thought that his plan had been executed flawlessly. He was so confident. His all-or-nothing strike had instead been deflected by a casual wave of a saber. Not only had his usually unrivaled meteor hammer missed, but he had also been flung thirty feet away by the counterattack's momentum. Did this not prove his opponent's frightening ability?

This made the fatty who initially planned to watch his opponent's head being crushed almost wet his pants as he quacked, "Are you a third level Honor cultivator?"

He then suddenly moaned, "Oh god... how can I be so unlucky, even in such a deserted place? Is there still justice in this word?"

Watching Yun Yang approach wielding his saber, the fatty drew back, half crawling and half rolling. He called out in as simpering a manner as he could muster, "Big brother, bro, brother, dear brother, this is - this actually a misunderstanding! It's really... it's just a misunderstanding!"

A ray of saber light pounced at him. Terrorized, the fatty rolled and felt some coolness on his face. He caught a few strands of hair flying by the corner of his eyes and let out an earth-shattering moan.

The saber strike ignored his dodge, chopping the strands of hair resting at the side of his face swiftly. Gleaming, the saber then stabbed into the ground resting against his face. Regardless, it did not actually harm or injure the fatty, so it was worth wondering if the reason for his tragic cry was due to his fear or he was a great actor.

Yun Yang was quick to decide. If the fatty's agonized cry was still an act, his appraisal of him would go up two more levels, for his acting skill was award-winning. How could he underestimate him then?

The fatty was sprawled stoically on the ground in an incredibly awkward and twisted position. His eyes were closed as he trembled and pleaded with a dry sob, "It's a misunderstanding - it's really a misunderstanding... Have mercy - I didn't do it on purpose just now, I had a cramp in my hand... It's all a misunderstanding..."

"How dare you still rinse and repeat this? Not only are you more courageous than others, but are also you more clever as well? Speak truthfully, who are you?" Yun Yang said icily. As he spoke, he rubbed his saber against the fatty's cheeks. The chilling sensation immediately caused goosebumps to rise on his face.

The fatty was shuddering and stuttering, "Big - b-b - big brother... yo - you... please - can you - can you... move the s - sa - saber... away... first? I - this young brother - I feel like peeing..."

Yun Yang did not comply, his saber still resting against the fatty's face, as he spoke in an exceptionally gentle manner, "Don't be scared. This saber of mine is fast. When I behead you later, I'll make sure you won't know or feel anything. I guarantee it."

The fatty pulled a long face and was trembling. Suddenly, his crotch area felt warm as moisture gushed out. He cried, "This - this is what I'm afraid of!"

"Speak!"

Yun Yang's tone was colder than before. He was a stickler for hygiene, but he could not leave right away; he could only thicken his guarding mystical Qi to remove certain stenches. It would be a miracle if he could manage to sound happy under such circumstances!

"Please, please hold your hand firm. This is really a misunderstanding..."

The fatty was bawling pitifully.

"I thought you were one of the bastards pursuing me for the treasure I have. That's why I... Brother, it's a misunderstanding, I swear to god!"

"Treasure? What treasure?" Yun Yang questioned instinctively after the initial surprise.

Slap! The fatty landed a harsh slap on his own face, regret washing over his expression.

"What a loud mouth you have - do you intend to spit everything out?"