Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

The manual on external martial arts states, "Experience is gained through combat, and so is confidence!"

He used his inner energy to temporarily seal the wounds on his shoulders.

Qin Ning flicked his double hooks, assumed a fighting stance, and charged towards his opponent.

Learning martial arts in isolation is a major taboo, and now that a real combat opportunity is rare, and the little black cat on the village woman's side can still keep him occupied, he plans to have a proper fight with her using only his fists and feet.

His fists were like hammers, searching for openings amidst the flashing blades; occasionally, he would change his fists into palms, attempting to cleave them horizontally and disarm his opponent of the broadsword.

Although my skin is becoming increasingly tough, it still cannot withstand sharp objects. Simply refining the plague energy is too slow for me to improve. I need to try using [Gluttony] to eat other things in the future.

Qin Ning was very envious of the copper sheet that the old man had just shown him.

If his entire physique had reached the Copper Skin Realm, and combined with the skills he learned in "External Kung Fu," then his fists would truly be like heavy hammers, his palms like swords, and his fingers like silver spears.

Finding an opening for the third time, Qin Ning successfully landed a powerful punch on the man's cheek, and quietly activated his divine ability, "Remembering Family."

His fighting skills, which were initially somewhat clumsy, became increasingly proficient, and he felt that this temporary practical training session could come to an end.

Taking advantage of the other party's emotional confusion, Qin Ning snatched the broadsword and plunged it into the other party's left chest.

Seeing the other person's dead body lying on the ground, his chest no longer rising and falling, he looked at the village woman who was still fighting with the cat.

The other person's hemp trousers were torn into long strips by sharp claws, revealing faint traces of snow-white skin and bright red wounds.

The little black cat, relying on its agility, also got scratched, but the number of scratches was significantly less than that of its opponent.

"His heart is on the right side, and he can still hold his breath; he's just in a state of suspended animation right now."

The village woman suddenly stopped and withdrew her two soft whips, standing on the pile of rocks with a strange smile on her face, and spoke up to remind her.

Before she could finish speaking, Qin Ning saw the seemingly simple-minded man, who had been lying lifeless on the ground, suddenly spring up and shout, "You bitch, are you crazy?!"

He cursed under his breath and turned to flee.

He really wasn't dead... Qin Ning was secretly surprised. He took two steps to catch up and punched the back of the head like a heavy hammer!

This man was no match for him to begin with, and in his panic, he lost his footing. Before he could even make three moves, Qin Ning shattered his throat with two fingers.

He pulled at his tattered brocade robe to wipe his hands, then turned to the village woman: "Isn't he your companion? Why did you remind me?"

The village woman remained silent, her hands trembling as she pulled the two whips taut, then brought them together forcefully. Black patterns appeared on the two whips, and upon contact, they stuck together, forming a short spear about four feet long.

"You're worth a fortune, I don't want to leave a piece of trash to share the silver."

The village woman looked at her companion's corpse with a mocking gaze, her words suggesting she had Qin Ning completely under her thumb.

"Meow!"

The cat was annoyed by the woman's tone. It leaped forward and pounced on her ankle, its ten tiny claws like knives. The short spear pierced the ground, and as before, she raised her claws to block. In an instant, the claws snapped off, and blood gushed out.

The little black cat let out a mournful cry and quickly retreated to Qin Ning's side, raising only one paw to its chest and daring to put its remaining three paws on the ground.

That's... a magical artifact from the Yin-Yang School?

Qin Ning narrowed his eyes, squatted down and gently stroked the raccoon that was licking its right paw. He noticed that the bleeding on the paw had stopped after the pink tongue licked it, but judging from its eyes, the pain was still there.

"Wait, I'll avenge you."

He spoke softly, and just as he was about to get up, the little black cat grabbed his wrist, jumped onto his shoulder, and gently licked the wounds on both shoulders for a moment.

Meow~

As she licked, Qin Ning felt a tingling sensation on the wounds on her shoulders, and new, tender flesh could be seen growing out.

The little black cat's yellow-blue eyes quickly dimmed.

You're still a nursing cat!

A look of surprise flashed across Qin Ning's eyes. After spending so much time together, all he knew was that the cat could vomit horses, was not afraid of plague, and loved to trim feet.

He had actually received treatment from the little black cat once, but he was unconscious at the time and didn't know what had happened.

Why can't I speak cat language...? No, there's something wrong with my thinking. It's obviously easier for her to learn to read.

Qin Ning pondered for a moment, then walked to the side of the man's corpse and pulled out the broadsword.

He didn't know how to use a knife, but he could use this to test the quality of the short spear in the woman's hand.

"Have you finished saying your last words?"

The village woman, unperturbed, stepped on the rocks stained with dark red blood and walked toward Qin Ning with her spear in hand.

"Don't worry, I'll give you a quick death with your skin."

"I appreciate your kind offer, but you're going to die a horrible death."

After exchanging harsh words, the two men leaped high into the air, their swords and spears clashing in mid-air.

when!

Clang!

The sound of metal tearing echoed for several meters before disappearing into the surrounding lush forest.

Even if a weapon carried by a Grey Pigeon assassin is of ordinary design, its quality is still guaranteed.

The broadsword, forged from refined steel, was torn into a broken blade with a single blow.

Qin Ning landed, flashed back to the little black cat's side, casually tossed the broken knife into the half-tree trunk beside him, and a look of apprehension flashed in his eyes.

The village woman possessed the strength of an eighth-rank martial artist, but the array patterns on her short spear were strange, seemingly possessing some kind of tearing force, and were not to be touched... He held out his hand to the cat: "Give me the peach wood sword!"

An item bestowed by the Dao Lord himself cannot be of inferior quality to this mysterious artifact.

The little black cat opened its mouth and spat out a peach wood sword, which was enveloped in a faint black light and floated towards Qin Ning's palm.

Upon seeing this, a strange light flashed in the village woman's eyes. She had long noticed Qin Ning's unusual nature. Although he was a doctor, his martial arts skills were not weak.

Although it's unclear what methods were used to kill the old man, and even if it involved trading injury for life, he was still a genuine seventh-rank martial artist.

The pet she now carries can obviously store things. To be honest, if it weren't for the temptation of ten thousand taels of silver, she would have really wanted to spare Qin Ning's life and interrogate him properly.

However, assassins also have their own code of conduct. She knew that if she sought anything beyond the reward, she might bring about unknown disasters.

Well, that black fox can be kept; it might fetch a large sum of money on the black market.

In the blink of an eye, the village woman's mind was in turmoil, and she thrust her spear at Qin Ning once more.

The explosions in the distance had stopped; she needed to finish quickly and leave this dangerous place as soon as possible.

The short spear covered in black array patterns pierced straight into Qin Ning's heart, the village woman assassin's eyes filled with confidence.

She spent a fortune on this weapon, even paying some unspeakable price, to have a Yin-Yang master from the [Hundred Birds] sect help her refine and inscribe it.

With at most three spear thrusts, she could surely take the life of the person before her!

Ding!

Qin Ning held the peach wood sword horizontally, precisely blocking the spear tip that was thrusting towards him. A tearing force surged through him, and he could clearly feel it in his wrist as he held the sword.

With a snap, Qin Ning grabbed her right wrist with her left hand, gave a provocative smile, and looked at the village woman with a surprised expression.

The woman poured all her inner energy into the spear, which was then adorned with a black array that was almost blindingly bright...

Buzz—buzz—click!

In his shocked gaze, the short spear, which had always been invincible and had pierced the hearts of countless people, shattered instantly, scattering in all directions and stirring up wisps of dust.

"No... Mother?"

With the simultaneous use of [Missing Love], [Plague Qi], and Palm Thunder, Qin Ning first punched the woman in the face, then kicked her in the groin!

The fist struck with the force of lightning, and without the short spear, the village woman was merely an ordinary eighth-rank martial artist.

The woman died amidst her intense longing for her loved ones.

Qin Ning quickly searched the other person's body, but found no identification. However, he did find several silver notes worth fifty taels each.

He glanced up in the direction where the explosion had stopped, then quickly continued looting the body while simultaneously working to destroy the traces of the palm-shaped mine.

Each corpse was stabbed three more times to ensure that no one could stand up again. Qin Ning tore off his tattered brocade robe with dragon motifs and threw it on the ground.

After a moment's thought, he went down the mountain in the opposite direction.

Once they reached an open area and confirmed that no one was around, he ordered the little black cat to bring out the chestnut steed, and spurred it straight towards Beian City.

.......

After traveling only a dozen miles, Qin Ning encountered a large group of heavy cavalry heading towards Zhenji Ridge.

It's understandable that Bei'an City would send troops after the Crown Prince's prayers were attacked. But why was the leader a valiant old woman clad in armor?

And... Tanuki, why did you jump onto the other person's horse and start greeting them?!