Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Violent explosions echoed from afar, shaking the ground, rocks, and vegetation, and causing birds to circle in the sky for a long time, hesitant to land.

The sudden commotion caused the group of people who were about to make a move to temporarily shift their attention.

That's where Xu Meishan is. What happened? Did he encounter a powerful enemy?

Qin Ning was puzzled, and the palm of his hand behind his back quietly released the plague energy.

His position was upwind, and with the help of the mountain wind, he could silently deliver the plague to the group.

However, this process did not last long.

The elder leader stopped paying attention to the distant explosion, took out something from his waist that resembled a mask, and covered his mouth and nose.

If Bai Gu were here, he would immediately recognize it as a creation of the Mohist school, named "Plague-Repelling Device."

Originally used by the military, this item prevented soldiers from being poisoned and injured when traversing vast, miasma-ridden swamps. However, the subsequent appearance of the Yin-Yang Array Flag replaced its niche.

The Mohist school's "Plague Prevention" gradually became marginalized.

"The intelligence says this guy is good at using strange poisons, so be careful, don't let him get caught off guard." The old man gave a word of advice after putting on the [Plague Protection] shield, and with a flick of his wrist, two oddly shaped short hooks appeared across his chest.

The remaining two, the woman who looked like a village woman, also took out a mask and covered her mouth and nose.

The honest-looking man stuffed a handful of pills into his mouth.

"Were you sent by the Gu family?"

Qin Ning looked around at the three men with interest, gently flexing his wrists and ankles. Strictly speaking, the double kills just now were both sneak attacks, and couldn't really verify what he had learned in the "External Kung Fu" over the past ten days.

The current opportunity for practical experience is quite good.

As for what to do if he can't win... he glanced at the little black cat that had returned and was quietly crouching on the treetop.

Last night, he specially sent the cat back to the Fulai Inn to swallow the chestnut horse with white hair on its tail.

A low-level cultivator may have good explosive power, but when it comes to endurance, they are still inferior to a fine steed.

"Dead people don't need to know so much," the village woman replied coldly, leaning forward leisurely. Her hands were empty until she was close to Qin Ning, at which point she pulled at his waist.

Two short, thick whips with pointed tips swept horizontally, blocking the left and right sides.

At the same time, the other two also moved. One of them leaped high into the air with a broadsword, unleashing a very common move called "Splitting Mount Hua with Force." The other, an old man wielding double hooks, was three times faster, circling behind Qin Ning and aiming the hook tips at his collarbone.

Assassins don't talk about one-on-one combat; they're efficient and quick, taking their targets' lives with minimal losses and in the shortest amount of time.

This is their code of conduct.

The situation seems more difficult than I imagined... I flung the captured dagger into the air, forcing the woman to split Mount Hua in two to save herself, while another short dagger was still aimed at the village woman.

But with just a flick of his wrist, the other party used a soft whip to firmly keep the dagger three feet away.

Another soft whip with a pointed tip struck Qin Ning's lower back.

Whoosh!

A dark shadow flashed by, and the fox's sharp claws, like knives, slashed at the horn, sending sparks flying. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qin Ning turned and engaged the old man wielding the double hooks in combat.

His opponent had the shortest weapon, making it the easiest for him to use his fist and foot techniques. Moreover, once they were engaged in a fierce battle, the shrew with the soft whip would have to consider whether she might injure her companion if she tried to make a move.

Boom boom boom!

Avoiding the strangely shaped double hooks, Qin Ning slammed his fists into the old man's arm like heavy hammers, producing a metallic clanging sound.

The bronze skin of a seventh-grade martial artist... Qin Ning stared at the old man's expressionless, deeply lined face, wanting to punch him, but he couldn't do so for the time being because of the double hooks.

His opponent's strength and speed far surpassed his own; in just a few breaths, several fine marks appeared on Qin Ning's body.

This was only because of the exquisite skills of his external martial arts, coupled with his physical attributes and Taoist strength. Otherwise, an ordinary ninth-rank martial artist would probably have already perished under the opponent's strange hooks.

No... I need to kill one quickly. The manual on external martial arts says, "In a melee with multiple opponents, target the strongest one and beat them to death!"

Although the author was talking about his experience fighting in the street, it is quite applicable here!

The village woman was temporarily stopped by the cat, but the honest-looking man wielding a broadsword was about to attack.

After making up his mind, Qin Ning deliberately exposed his shoulders to the old man's hooks.

*Thud! Thud!* Two sharp sounds of objects piercing flesh rang out almost simultaneously.

Upon seeing this, a hint of cruelty appeared on the old man's usually calm expression.

He looked at Qin Ning with a mocking attitude, only to find that the handsome doctor was also looking at him with the same expression.

He didn't know what was wrong, but years of experience told him that there must be a problem. He used the force in his hands to push the double hooks forward, and then tried to use the force to pull away.

Qin Ning's face twitched, but he endured the pain and gripped the old man's wrists tightly with both hands, simultaneously activating the palm lightning!

The violent electric current constantly clashed with the copper plating that had been carved onto the opponent's arms.

Despite the difference in quality, the two palm strikes had limited destructive power, but they were enough to paralyze the old man for quite some time.

With his shoulders leaning back, Qin Ning pulled the man in front of him and slammed his headbutt into the old man's mask covering his mouth and nose; at the same time, he thrust his right foot, with the instep parallel to his calf and the toe like a spear, into the old man's groin.

Click!

Boom!

The mask shattered and exploded, leaving the opponent with no means of defense against the plague. However, Qin Ning's stab felt as if it had struck metal, making his calf go numb.

Why would someone refine that piece into copper first? Shouldn't a normal martial artist refine their limbs and bones first?

Cursing inwardly, Qin Ning continued his actions without stopping.

The manual on external martial arts states: "The body itself is an army; hands, feet, head, elbows, teeth—anything that can kill the enemy, it can all be used!"

So, after smashing the old man's mask, he took the opportunity to bite down on the man's carotid artery and tear off a large chunk of flesh!

spit!

Spitting a few mouthfuls of saliva mixed with the smell of blood onto the ground, Qin Ning's face was stained with dark red. He looked at the old man, who resembled a fountain, and spoke in a mocking tone.

"Tell me, if you had refined the copper plating on your neck earlier, you could have died a different death today."

"Gurgle gurgle..."

The old man opened his mouth, and blood and foam gushed from it. A seventh-rank martial artist already possesses extremely strong control over his body's muscles, and can stop bleeding from ordinary injuries by relying on the true qi he has cultivated within his body.

But he's still numb.

The loss of a large amount of blood caused him to weaken rapidly, and his five senses gradually became blurred.

Before his consciousness completely faded, he had only one thought left... This kid, how come he's more like an assassin than we are?

There was no chance to rest.

He swiftly killed one man, and behind him came the sound of a sharp object cutting through the wind. Qin Ning, still holding the old man's corpse, turned around and, with a thud, the broadsword struck the still-erect body without hesitation.

"His skills are really impressive, he doesn't care about his teammates at all..." After removing the strange hooks that were stuck in his shoulders and kicking the corpse aside, Qin Ning looked at the honest man who was silent and whose eyes were filled with killing intent, and curled the corners of his mouth.

"Come on, let's see how well I've learned!"