Chapter 40 0042: What Does It Matter If Brothers Support Each Other for a Lifetime (Third Update, Seeking Votes)

Duanmu Ci was defeated!

This man, a genius almost dreamlike in his brilliance, lost to a young man from the slums—someone just half a year older than him. Perhaps among the top thirty fighters he was not the strongest, but he had always been the record-breaker of his generation. Yet facing Chu Yun, who was only slightly older, he lost.

And it was a total loss, an absolute victory for Chu Yun, as Duanmu Ci had not managed to retaliate even once during the entire duel.

The one who shattered this dream was a boy from a broken, impoverished single-parent home in the slums—a grassroots nobody, someone without battle aura, who defeated the renowned Duanmu Ci, famed for his battle aura!

Everyone’s gaze shifted from Duanmu Ci to Chu Yun.

He possessed no battle aura, but as he stood there, no one could tear their eyes away from him.

Not even Hou Manman and Ye Linglong.

If their first encounter had been a pleasant surprise, now Chu Yun gave them a sense of unattainable greatness. Perhaps his calm demeanor and indifferent expression weren’t just a mask of apathy, but rather a declaration of disdain for all worldly things.

If they had once thought Chu Yun was merely putting on airs, Hou Manman now felt that his tranquil face exuded an air of transcendence.

But when you have both the capital and the strength to look down upon everything, that is called innate charisma.

“Miss, is he worthy of you?” The old steward smiled as he casually asked Hou Manman.

Hou Manman gazed deeply at Chu Yun in the arena, sensing an unfathomable mystery about him.

“Steward, do you think I can handle him?” she asked softly.

The steward said nothing, but his silence spoke as an answer to her question.

In the distance, Ye Linglong’s eyes grew dim.

The marriage contract her family had hoped for was destined to be annulled.

This time, no one was trying to stop the engagement, but she simply no longer had the qualifications to claim Chu Yun, let alone make him marry into her family.

Soon, Chu Yun would be the talk of Sentinel City!

Any first-tier family in Sentinel City would vie for him, and he had the credentials to join any of them. Who would choose a third-rate family like the Ye family?

Just as everyone was still reeling from the events, Chu Yun turned his head and looked at a man—Cui Yuanhao.

At this moment, Cui Yuanhao stared blankly at Chu Yun, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously.

“Just now, didn’t you say you wanted my life?” Chu Yun looked at him.

Cui Yuanhao shuddered, his lips trembling.

The senior students behind him quietly stepped aside.

After Duanmu Ci’s defeat, Chu Yun’s standing was no longer on the same level as theirs. Duanmu Ci had enjoyed all the praise Sentinel City had to offer, but the man before them had shattered that dream with his bare hands.

Yet, when a record is broken by someone else, it is a blessing for Sentinel City!

When you emerge and seize others’ benefits, if you don’t demonstrate absolute value, then sorry, someone more valuable than you will eliminate you and claim your resources. But when you show absolute value, someone will protect you—namely, the Lord of Guanshan Territory!

Clearly, Chu Yun’s talent and potential fully qualified him to be a prized talent for Guanshan Territory.

Such a person, neither the senior students nor Cui Yuanhao could ever hope to match. If Chu Yun one day truly served under the Lord and became the ruler of a city, he would be their family’s superior—an unavoidable reality.

As Chu Yun approached Cui Yuanhao, each step weighed heavily on Cui Yuanhao’s shoulders.

His previous arrogance had vanished, replaced by utter terror.

When Chu Yun finally stood before him, Cui Yuanhao dared not move. Chu Yun brushed past him with contempt, heading towards Mo Yu, who hung shackled in the back, and began to undo his chains.

Mo Yu’s legs were weak as he touched the ground, and Chu Yun supported him. Mo Yu gritted his teeth, determined to stand on his own, embarrassed to accept Chu Yun’s help.

“If you help me now, you lose face. Keep up your pride. If it were Duanmu Ci, he wouldn’t help anyone—he’d only accept help himself!”

But he really couldn’t walk, so Chu Yun steadied him.

“You took a beating for me. That’s worth my support. Between brothers and friends, what’s wrong with helping for a lifetime?”

Mo Yu looked at him, his eyes spinning.

“Don’t get sentimental—I don’t want to cry in front of so many people.”

Chu Yun chuckled softly. “Let’s go, then.”

Mo Yu nodded, letting Chu Yun support him.

He saw that all around were young people he couldn’t afford to offend, all giving him respectful looks. Mo Yu noticed the wariness in their eyes, and he knew it was all thanks to the godlike Chu Yun standing beside him.

Because Chu Yun supported him. Because today Chu Yun defeated Duanmu Ci for him, and frightened Cui Yuanhao into silence.

Because Mo Yu was Chu Yun’s only close friend.

That was enough.

“Hold me steady. I don’t want to fall now—I want to walk out with my head held high!” Mo Yu’s legs were truly weak, but he wanted to leave with dignity before all these people.

“All right,” Chu Yun replied with a gentle laugh.

When Chu Yun helped him past Cui Yuanhao, Chu Yun stopped.

“Apologize!” he demanded.

Cui Yuanhao could only bow to Mo Yu. “Young Mo, I’m sorry.”

Mo Yu shivered all over, feeling a sense of elevation. He gripped Chu Yun’s hand tightly.

This feeling—the power to do as one pleases—he was experiencing for the first time.

Chu Yun, supporting Mo Yu, continued towards the door. From beginning to end, he never glanced at Duanmu Ci, who sat in the corner, defeated and lost in thought.

No one looked at him anymore. The halo that once belonged to Duanmu Ci now shone entirely on Chu Yun, and the faint glow of battle aura that lingered around Duanmu Ci became his greatest shame.

When you reach the level of battle aura, it manifests naturally when you fight.

Yet Chu Yun fought with no aura at all, which meant he was merely a warrior.

For the first time on the Continent of Hope, a man without aura had defeated a man with aura—and not just defeated him, but won decisively!

For Duanmu Ci, this was humiliation.

He trembled all over with rage, his teeth nearly ground to dust, his eyes bloodshot and unseen by all.

Chu Yun, supporting Mo Yu, reached the battered doorway. He let Mo Yu lean against the wall for a moment.

Then Chu Yun turned back, sweeping his gaze across the crowd. Pointing at Mo Yu, he announced loudly, “He—Mo Yu—is my brother. From now on, anyone who bullies him bullies me!”

He swept his gaze over the senior students: “And you, listen up. Pass this on in the academy: if anyone ever dares bully my brother again, I’ll personally come for them—whether it’s one or many, I’ll deal with it myself!”

With that, Chu Yun turned and helped Mo Yu.

Mo Yu, facing the wall and with his back to the crowd, was already crying uncontrollably.

(The third update—sorry for the lateness. This chapter counts for yesterday; tomorrow will be three more. It’s a new week, so please vote for me. Thank you all so much.)