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Chapter 84 Stop Pretending, You're Not Him [Tenth Update, Please Subscribe]

Li Yan was taken aback, but then she quickly composed herself and gave a slight bow to the young masters who were enjoying their wine.

"Gentlemen, I suddenly feel unwell. I will prepare some wine another day and apologize to you then. For today, please forgive me for taking my leave."

Regardless of whether the others agreed or not, she got up and left.

Mei quickly followed, running with small, quick steps.

"Miss Li Yan is leaving just like that? She only played one piece of music and didn't even drink a few cups of wine." A plump young man in a brocade robe put down his wine cup, his face showing considerable dissatisfaction.

"Hmph! A mere courtesan, thinking she's back to being a pure courtesan. How disappointing!"

Although the group was dissatisfied and grumbled, none of them dared to force the other to stay.

because.

They had received word that the person standing behind Li Yan was the newly arrived prefect.

Looking back at Li Yan as she left, she didn't even glance at them, her demeanor clearly showing her arrogance and self-assurance.

fear.

Can't be bothered, can't be bothered!

We had no choice but to swallow our anger.

In the room, the candlelight flickered, casting alternating shadows on Li Yan's face.

She stood by the window, her gaze fixed on the dark night outside.

Mei closed the door and turned around: "Miss, we were all wrong. That Qi Xiuyuan is really good at hiding his true strength. He is only at the early stage of the Inner Strength Realm and he even won the championship of the Tianfu Martial Arts Tournament."

"Not only that, he defeated an opponent with the first stage of Inner Strength cultivation with the first stage of Inner Strength cultivation. That's terrifying. I've never even heard of an Inner Strength cultivator defeating a first-stage Inner Strength cultivator."

Li Yan was slightly taken aback.

"Internal strength failing due to bone-ringing? Are you sure it's the first bone-ringing sound, and not the peak of internal strength?"

Mei nodded repeatedly: "I'm sure. At first, I thought I misheard, but I've confirmed it again and again. The information is correct. Qin Zhi of the Iron Fist Sect did indeed unleash the power of 'Bone-Ringing' in the end."

"Qi Xiuyuan truly defeated Qin Zhi with his superior inner strength, making his title as champion indisputable."

The shock in Li Yan's eyes gradually turned into a complex curiosity.

"No wonder he wasn't excited at all when I mentioned the Golden Sun Marrow Cleansing Pill. It turns out he had already entered the Martial Dao Realm and possessed such strength. He deceived everyone in Tianfu City. His forbearance and shrewdness are truly admirable."

She gently waved the round fan in her hand, the fan surface painted with a branch of winter plum blossoms.

"You mentioned before that something big had happened?"

Mei nodded repeatedly: "It's Shen Feiyi from the Baqiang Martial Arts School. She was originally competing for second or third place, but halfway through the fight, her eyes suddenly turned red, her teeth became sharp, her nails grew longer, and her whole body was covered in blood. It's said that she has become a demon and escaped. Several Minggu masters chased after her."

Li Yan gave a soft "oh," and paused for a moment in her hand holding the fan.

She had heard of Shen Feiyi from the Baqiang Martial Arts School.

Xia Chengyan's prized disciple, a rare female martial arts genius among the younger generation in Tianfu City, wields the Overlord Spear with fierce and domineering power.

"A demonic transformation? It seems those guys in Hell are getting restless."

Her tone was calm, but a sharp glint flashed in her eyes.

"Instruct our men to keep a close eye on the situation in Tianfu City and be prepared to deal with anything."

"Yes, Miss!"

Mei nodded, turned and left.

In an inn in Tianfu City.

Hong Tianxiao, the leader of the Iron Fist Sect, coldly looked at Qin Zhi, who was leaning against the bed.

He stood in the room, his back to the closed door, his hands behind his back, his eyes devoid of any of the smile he had during the day, only a cold scrutiny.

Qin Zhi leaned against the headboard, his face somewhat pale.

"Sect Master, what is the meaning of this?"

Qin Zhi cautiously asked.

Hong Tianxiao scoffed dismissively, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Stop pretending. You're not Qin Zhi. Tell me, who are you? What are you doing participating in the Tianfu Martial Arts Tournament under the name of my Iron Fist Sect?"

Qin Zhi was taken aback.

He stared intently at Hong Tianxiao, a look of utter confusion on his face: "Sect Leader, I don't know what you're talking about. I am Qin Zhi, the Iron..."

"How can you say I'm not a disciple of the Fist School?"

"snort!"

Hong Tianxiao snorted coldly, and his right hand suddenly shot out, his five fingers like hooks, grabbing at Qin Zhi's ear with lightning speed.

That's where the seams of human skin masks are most commonly found.

His fingernails were thick and hard, worn down from years of boxing practice. As long as he could grip the edge of the human skin mask, he could tear the entire fake face off.

He pulled hard, his fingernails scratching several bloody marks on Qin Zhi's earlobe.

In the end, nothing was pulled up.

"Hmm? Not disguise?"

Hong Tianxiao was somewhat taken aback. He looked down at his fingers, which were stained with blood, but there were no edges of the human skin mask or any residue of the disguise glue.

Qin Zhi covered his earlobe, which was being scratched painfully, and looked aggrieved and uneasy.

"Sect Master, I really don't know what you're talking about. What do you mean by disguise? I am who I am, I am Qin Zhi."

Hong Tianxiao didn't believe it at all.

"It's not disguise, but you're not Qin Zhi either. You must have used some kind of technique that can change your aura, appearance, and even your physique. I've heard of such techniques; they're rare, but they do exist."

"Shrinking bones and changing shape, altering breath and appearance, such methods are rare."

Qin Zhi's expression grew increasingly grim.

Hong Tianxiao continued, "Stop pretending. I know Qin Zhi's situation better than anyone else. He has mediocre talent and average comprehension. He has practiced boxing for ten years and is only at the entry level. Although you have been hiding your abilities, some things cannot be hidden."

"Qin Zhi is used to moving his right shoulder before throwing a punch, but you move your left knee first. Qin Zhi drinks in three sips, but you drink in one gulp."

"You're doing all of these things wrong."

"If you don't intend to tell the truth today, I can only send you on your way."

Qin Zhi suddenly laughed.

"Hahaha----"

The laughter was somewhat arrogant, carrying a sense of ease and unrestrained joy that came from no longer trying to hide something after being exposed.

His facial muscles twitched, as if countless tiny snakes were wriggling beneath his skin; his bones made a soft cracking sound; his cheekbones shrunk, his jaw receded, and his body shape changed—his shoulders narrowed, and his frame shrank.

It felt as if an invisible hand had squeezed my whole body from the inside out.

In the blink of an eye.

The face had changed drastically, and the brows and eyes revealed a ruthless edge born from years of bloodshed. The body was also much smaller than before.

"Qin Heilong, the leader of Black Wind Stronghold?!"

Hong Tianxiao recognized the other person at a glance, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The news of Black Wind Stronghold's annihilation had already spread throughout Yizhou, and he naturally knew about it. However, he never expected that the leader of Black Wind Stronghold would infiltrate the Iron Fist Sect.

Qin Heilong smiled faintly: "I didn't expect that Master Hong would also know me. When did I, a bandit leader from the mountains, come to catch Master Hong's eye?"

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