Volume Three: The Intent of the Ten Directions Chapter 90: Please Call Me Mr. Devil

Urban Supreme Immortal Qin Yang of the Northern Sea 2700 words 2026-03-20 14:00:41

Everyone in training stopped at once. They had all heard that a new instructor was arriving soon, but no one had expected him to bring his family along. That alone was enough to put them in a foul mood.

But that was not the worst of it. The real problem was how young he looked. His skin was smooth and fair, so delicate it seemed finer than a girl’s, as though he had never once been touched by the sun. Was this man here to cash in on his connections? If so, they were the ones who would suffer.

At that thought, every pair of eyes fixed hard on Qin Yang.

“I am your new instructor,” Qin Yang said, paying no mind to their thoughts. “Of course, I am more accustomed to being called Mister Demon.”

“Because I estimate that, in the training to come, at least ninety-nine percent of you will be eliminated.”

The hundred men’s expressions shifted violently. “Kid, this is the Dragon-Elephant Base. It is not a place for you to run wild. Mister Demon? To me you look more like Mister Girl.”

Laughter burst out.

Qin Yang did not seem angered in the least. He adjusted his sleeves and spoke again. “The handsome fellow from before, along with the twenty-nine who laughed just now, you may leave.”

“What?”

Everyone stared, eyes wide with disbelief. They had only laughed, and he was already telling them to leave?

Qin Yang looked at the enchantress and asked, “Enchantress, do I have the authority to dismiss them?”

“Yes, but—”

“If I have the authority, that is enough. No buts. If you think my training is inadequate, replace me at any time. Since I am the only instructor here now, my word is final.”

“Still not going? Are you planning to stay here for dinner?”

“Hmph. Leave, then leave. A pretty face like this also dares—”

The young man was still trying to say more when a silver flash cut across his eyes. His already short hair was sheared even shorter.

A faint line of blood appeared on his forehead.

No one had seen how Qin Yang moved. Faces filled first with fear, then, after the fear, with awe and excitement.

“A master. An absolute master.”

“He’s definitely stronger than the enchantress.”

“A scar is a man’s medal. I left you a mark so you’ll remember this: some things cannot be spoken carelessly. Speak carelessly, and people die.”

“Remember this. Call me Mister Demon. All right, you may go.”

That first display of force dismissed thirty people on the spot. Seventy remained. The enchantress was so infuriated by Qin Yang’s handiwork that she stamped her foot and left.

“I heard you are all elites. I wonder just how elite you really are?”

At that question, everyone thought the same thing: how the hell are we supposed to answer that?

They stood ramrod straight, none of them speaking.

“Heh. All tough men, are you? I ask a question and none of you answer. It seems you truly do not take me seriously. In that case, the hundred-kilometer cross-country run begins now.”

Was he serious? Had he lost his mind? Before, it had always been ten kilometers, twenty kilometers, thirty kilometers at most. Yet this man came in swinging with a full hundred kilometers right away. Did he think they were monkeys to be toyed with?

Still, no one dared say it aloud. They could only curse inwardly. None of them wanted to be sent away. If they were dismissed, they would have to return to their original military district.

Just thinking about it was humiliating. What would they even say when others asked what happened? That the instructor’s training was too perverse, that they could not complete it, and were sent back?

At the thought, frustration burned in their chests, and that frustration turned into a surge of anger that drove them onward.

None of the seventy wanted to be last. They were the elite of the military district, after all. They had never competed before, and this hundred-kilometer cross-country run would be a real field exercise.

Stamina, speed, sharpness, and intelligence.

Looking at the pack of men surging forward like wolves, Cold Abyss said to Qin Yang, “Qin Yang, they are only ordinary people. Do you really think they can finish?”

“Of course they can. I never set a time limit.”

“You did not set a time limit, and you still made them run cross-country?”

Qin Yang spread his hands, looking utterly innocent. “You cannot blame me. This place is full of mountains, so of course it is a cross-country run. As for how much they can comprehend from it, that depends on their own fortune.”

“Come on, come on. Stop thinking about unhappy things. Let’s eat first, then go find these little fellows.”

Cold Abyss could only laugh helplessly at that explanation.

In the cafeteria, a number of veteran members of the Dragon Unit were staring at Cold Abyss, their faces full of surprise. The Dragon Unit had always been a place with many wolves and little meat; now that a delicate and lovely young woman had suddenly appeared, it naturally drew countless eyes.

Especially since she wore a training uniform different from the ordinary trainees’. Could she be a new member?

The training uniform looked rather striking on Cold Abyss. Her figure was graceful and alluring, her legs long and slender, making her seem strikingly tall. Her hair was tied up, revealing a pale neck.

Swallow.

Swallow.

“What a beautiful girl. I just wonder what her temperament is like. I hope she is not like the enchantress—a rose with thorns.”

“Earth Dragon, go ask her.”

As they talked, the others urged Earth Dragon to go over and inquire.

Earth Dragon had joined the Dragon Unit three years ago. He was broad-shouldered, powerfully built, and immensely strong, possessing force enough to split a thousand pounds.

Ordinary people did not even dare compare strength with him, because that would be no different from courting death.

“Miss, my name is Earth Dragon. May I ask your name?”

“Please call me the Demon’s Wife.”

“The Demon’s Wife? What kind of name is that?”

“Giggle, giggle.” At that moment Cold Abyss laughed. Glancing at Qin Yang, who was eating nearby with complete composure, she said, “The one beside me is called the Demon.”

Seeing the two of them chatting, Qin Yang rolled his eyes. If you two are going to chat, why drag me into it? Demon’s Wife? You are only my bodyguard, all right? You are not my wife. Some things should not be spoken carelessly.

Earth Dragon’s eyes bulged like copper bells. He glared fiercely at Qin Yang, as though a fresh flower had been planted in cow dung, or a fine cabbage had been trampled by a pig.

“Kid, try my fist.”

Earth Dragon suddenly struck. The people at the neighboring table changed color. Earth Dragon was famed for his strength. If he suddenly attacked like this and killed someone, what then?

Qin Yang merely glanced over and ignored him, continuing to eat.

Bang!

A gust of wind suddenly swept through the air. Earth Dragon staggered back several steps, shock flooding his eyes. He had thrown his full strength into that punch, yet he had not even touched the other man before being knocked backward.

The difference between them was too vast. They were simply not in the same league.

Everyone looked at one another. They stared at Qin Yang, wondering when the Dragon Unit had recruited such a ferocious monster.

“Interesting. Again.”

Earth Dragon was still about to rush forward when someone stopped him. He turned and saw the highly alluring man before him, and his expression changed drastically.

Skyshaker Ying. The name was imposing indeed. Gifted with remarkable talent, only twenty-six years old, and already at the initial stage of the Profound Realm.

He was also the Dragon Unit’s deputy leader, second only to a few true experts.

“You are no match for him. I’ll handle this,” Skyshaker Ying said, looking at Qin Yang with a smile. “So you are Qin Yang of the North Sea?”

“Qin Yang of the North Sea?”

Damn it. So just now he had actually been about to fight Qin Yang of the North Sea.

Earth Dragon could not help shivering. In the entire martial world, who did not know the name Qin Yang of the North Sea?

His eyes were filled with shock, but also a trace of expectation. They all wanted to see whether Skyshaker Ying could defeat Qin Yang.

“Qin Yang of the North Sea? Heh. From this moment on, you may call me Mister Demon.”

“Anyone’s Mister Demon. You are no exception.”

“Oh? Is that so?” Skyshaker Ying’s lips curled slightly, his face full of indifference as he lunged forward.

In his view, the other man’s reputation must have been exaggerated. Especially after hearing from the enchantress that Qin Yang from the North Sea was coming, he had not been able to restrain himself and had come to test his strength, to see whether there was any truth behind the fame.