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"Li Linfeng is a martial master who has achieved Great Perfection of Qi and Blood. In front of him, I am like a brothel girl stripped of her clothes, completely at his mercy, and in no way his match. If he were to make a move, I would undoubtedly die," he thought to himself.

In his haste, Zhao Ba instinctively activated his Qi-Blood, and his Tongbei Iron Pine Technique was stimulated.

Suddenly, every muscle in his body tensed, bulging like iron nodules and making his cotton clothes puff up.

The originally agile body became even more imposing.

When the arrow came shooting at him, it hit his back with a "thud," an unusual sound.

His flesh was like wearing a layer of iron armor, far tougher than that of a normal person.

The sharp arrowhead could not penetrate Zhao Ba\'s flesh and fell to the ground, rendered powerless.

"Hmm?"

Having withstood that arrow, Zhao Ba immediately realized he\'d been tricked.

Li Linfeng couldn\'t possibly be so weak. He hadn\'t come at all!

Knowing he had been played, Zhao Ba\'s eyes blazed with fire, and he couldn\'t contain his anger. He shouted at Shen Qing, "Seeking death!"

Thump!

However, what responded was a cloud of white poison powder.

Shen Qing had been deceiving him all along, attempting to divert Zhao Ba\'s attention.

In coordination with Shen Xiaohu, they had indeed fooled Zhao Ba, causing a brief moment of distraction.

Seizing this brief opportunity, Shen Qing took out the poison powder he carried with him and scattered it.

This poison was extremely toxic, something he had tested time and time again without fail.

Even a person at the Great Perfection of Qi and Blood could be flipped by this drug.

Zhao Ba, being a martial master at the Tendon Stretching Level, might not be poisoned to death by this drug, but it would certainly make him suffer.

It had to be said, Shen Qing\'s timing for throwing the poison powder was exquisitely perfect.

He threw the poison precisely as Zhao Ba roared, with his mouth at its widest.

Even though he subconsciously held his breath, the poison powder that enveloped him still got swallowed in a large gulp through his open mouth.

It was astringent, dry, and a bit fishy.

It made his throat burn painfully, and he couldn\'t help coughing.

And with that cough, he ended up inhaling two more mouthfuls.

Zhao Ba quickly shut his eyes tightly and hastily retreated, escaping the cloud of poison.

His speed was quick, but Shen Qing\'s was even quicker.

His hunting skills, constantly improving, gave him an ability like a Poison Shadow, closely sticking to Zhao Ba.

Without any fancy techniques,

Shen Qing simply flipped his wrist, drew out a dagger, and stabbed forward.

In that moment, all the Qi-Blood in his body followed his intent and surged, pouring into his arm as he willed it.

The veins in his arm popped out as the muscles expanded in loops, the skin taut as iron.

The force technique of Wind Defying Finger was vividly applied to the dagger, concentrating all the power at the tip of the blade.

Thump!

The great strength of his arm, along with the speed, easily drove the dagger through Zhao Ba\'s skin, tearing apart the pink flesh underneath and plunging deep into his lower abdomen.

"Ah!"

Zhao Ba\'s eyes bulged, in disbelief.

He couldn\'t comprehend how Shen Qing, an unknown hunter, was able to wound him.

Zhao Ba roared furiously, lifting one arm high and slamming it down onto Shen Qing like a guillotine blade.

Shen Qing watched Zhao Ba\'s hands at all times.

The moment Zhao Ba moved to strike, without a moment\'s hesitation, Shen Qing released the dagger and retreated explosively.

Shen Qing\'s nose detected a whiff of cold sharpness, narrowly avoiding the slash from Zhao Ba.

The two had already exchanged blows several times within the span of four breaths, leaving everyone else in the hall astounded.

They had not even had the chance to react.

Zhao Ba\'s face contorted ferociously as he clutched at his blood-drenched abdomen, and with a fierce slap, he shattered the wooden table beside him, angrily exclaiming, "You wastes of space! Are you all eating shit? Why aren\'t you attacking?"

Zhao Ba\'s roar, like that of a wild beast, echoed within the hall and frightened his men into trembling at the sudden outburst.

As his voice faded, three of his subordinates and the younger brothers finally began to react, swarming toward Shen Qing and his three companions like hungry wolves.

The scene quickly descended into chaos.

Standing behind Shen Qing, Ouyang Tie Niu\'s mouth dropped open, completely dumbfounded.

He had initially thought he was taking on a job for just one tael silver, but then it seemed like it might be worth twenty.

And now it was clear—it was a job worth a whole 200 taels!

To take down the local tyrant of the West City area!

Ouyang Tie Niu had thought about replacing Zhao Ba, but he couldn\'t beat him.

The first thought that crossed Ouyang Tie Niu\'s mind was to run.

Zhao Ba had reached the Tendon Stretching Level in martial arts, and no matter how they fought, these small fry could never hope to win against him.

He was no longer interested in the money.

No matter how good the money was, he needed to be alive to spend it.

But those on the other side wouldn\'t allow him that luxury.

They had sealed off their escape route very early on.

"Xiao Hu, fire the hidden arrows, kill as many as you can!" shouted Shen Qing, his voice carrying far and wide.

As soon as he finished speaking, a hidden arrow was already whizzing through the air.

Open attacks are easy to dodge, hidden arrows hard to defend against.

The subordinates and younger brothers of Zhao Ba in the hall suddenly found themselves restricted and impeded.

"Don\'t worry about the outsiders, those broken arrows won\'t kill you, just attack and kill them all," Zhao Ba called out as he drew out a dagger, twisted it cruelly into the wound on his belly, the muscles around a finger-thick blood hole writhing and tightening to stop the bleeding.

At his command, the three subordinates, as if making up their minds, rushed forward disregarding the hidden arrows from outside.

Yang Zhao Ping, Xiao Zhi, and even Ouyang Tie Niu, who was keen on running away, were forced to face the situation and reluctantly join the fray.

The two sides clashed fiercely.

Tables and chairs in the hall were overturned, cups and plates were smashed, and the place was in complete disarray.

"Shen Qing, very good," Zhao Ba, gritting his teeth, said, staring at Shen Qing. "I will surely twist your head off and use it as a piss pot."

Bang!

He had not finished speaking.

A tall dark figure suddenly lunged forward and slammed a palm onto the wound on his abdomen.

Before he could grasp what was happening, he felt a massive force beneath him, crashing him and his chair against the wall behind him before coming to a stop.

"Ugh!"

The wound that had just stopped bleeding opened once more due to the strain, a fresh gush of blood spilling from it, bringing intense pain.

Just in time, the poison powder had also begun to take effect.

Zhao Ba felt as though the whole world was shaking uncontrollably.

At that moment, panic started to set in his heart.

He never expected Shen Qing to be so tenacious, each move following the next, one trap leading to another.

And that power- it clearly surpassed the Great Perfection of Qi and Blood level.

"Damn it, who the hell is this son of a bitch?" Zhao Ba cursed inwardly, blood spurting from his mouth as he roared at his men, "Quick, kill him for me."

A subordinate of Zhao Ba took advantage of Shen Qing\'s distraction to attack from behind.

Shen Qing sensed a chill wind approaching and hastily dodged to the side, swinging his arm in the process, sending the man flying with the force transferred from his arm.

Without delay, he charged toward Zhao Ba and threw a punch down.