Skip this! Just tell me who to kill!

Double?

triple?

What is this guy saying?

Yin Sanyuan was utterly shocked. He never imagined that the young man in front of him, who looked to be no more than thirty years old, would possess such immense strength!

Even if I unleash all my strength, I will only be evenly matched with this young man... not even evenly matched!

genius.

This young man is indeed a genius, one in a million, who has reached the same level as me at such a young age.

Therefore... we absolutely cannot let such a genius continue to live!

He killed his own son, and has now become his enemy!

If he were allowed to continue living and continue to realize his talents, the gap between him and himself would only widen.

At that time, not to mention that the two sides will be evenly matched, they may not even be able to withstand a single move from this young man!

Yin Sanyuan held a long sword in his right hand, but his left hand quietly reached into his clothes and clenched an object in his palm.

"Die!"

He roared and unleashed all his strength, charging at Qin Muyuan once more.

Qin Muyuan remained calm, completely unfazed by the aura emanating from Yin Sanyuan.

He raised the pure bone nail high, his whole body like a sturdy pine tree, his strength bursting forth throughout his body and then flowing into his wrist like a tide.

Qin Muyuan took a step and shot out, the pure bone nail striking down like lightning.

"Thunder Strike Sword Technique"

The Thunder Strike Sword Technique at its third level has undergone a qualitative change!

The moment Qin Muyuan's bone nail fell, a thunderous roar echoed through the underground tunnel, just like a real thunderclap!

Sensing that this attack was even stronger than before, Yin Sanyuan's expression changed drastically. But at this moment, he had no way to retreat and could only brace himself and meet the attack head-on.

clang!

The longsword and the bone nail collided violently in the air, creating a terrifying metallic clang and explosion.

Yin Sanyuan felt an irresistible force emanating from the longsword, penetrating straight into his internal organs, causing his blood and qi to become disordered and his mind to go black.

But he withstood the blow thanks to his extraordinary willpower!

In the instant his blood rushed to his head, he forcefully suppressed the metallic taste churning in his throat, and abruptly pulled his left hand from his robes, raising it violently towards the young man who was inches away—

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Three iron nails, soaked in deadly poison, shot forward like a torrential rain, propelled by Yin Sanyuan's full strength!

At such close range, Yin Sanyuan absolutely did not believe that this young man could avoid his sneak attack!

clang!clang!clang!

however.

These three iron nails, which were so close at hand, were intercepted by a bone nail with a precise and swift strike just as they were about to hit Qin Muyuan!

"I've learned my lesson. I'm not going to fall for a sneak attack again, am I?"

Qin Muyuan grinned. Ever since he was ambushed by that burly man in the Blackwater County prison with a bow and arrow, he had been on high alert!

and.

He has now reached level 3, and his physical strength and nerve sensitivity have been enhanced twice compared to before.

He saw all of Yin Sanyuan's little tricks!

"A decent elite monster with good mechanics, but once I figure out your mechanics... you won't pose any threat to me!"

With a burst of power, Qin Muyuan wielded the pure bone nail and swung it upwards with a sudden thrust—

Click!

The sword light flashed like thunder, piercing straight through the skull!

Yin Sanyuan's expression of shock at Qin Muyuan blocking his killing move froze, and he collapsed to the ground.

Swish.

Qin Muyuan flicked the blood off the pure bone nail and turned to look at the crowd behind him, who were stunned by everything that had happened in the blink of an eye.

"Kill...killed?"

Shi Gandang was still in the posture of rushing forward to help, but when he saw Yin Sanyuan lying on the ground, he was completely dumbfounded.

He had just gotten up from the ground and wanted to help this hero Qin.

And then... the battle ended?

The branch master of Baiyun Martial Arts School, who was at the peak of the third rank and half-step into the second rank, was killed in such a short time.

Beside Shi Gandang, the wolf demon, whose demonic pill had gone cold from being frightened by Yin Sanyuan's murderous aura, secretly rejoiced.

"Luckily, I backed down back then!"

Fortunately, when Qin Muyuan took him as his mount, he decisively admitted defeat and submitted!

Otherwise, Yin Sanyuan's fate will be my fate!

"Wangcai, lead them to follow."

Seeing the commotion behind him, Qin Muyuan raised his chin and spoke to the wolf demon.

"Awoo!"

Upon hearing Qin Muyuan's words, Wangcai did not hesitate for a moment and immediately carried the exhausted martial artists who had fallen to the ground onto his back.

Fortunately, its body was large enough to carry several martial artists at the same time, and it followed Qin Muyuan out of the underground passage.

Upon reaching the exit of the underground passage, Qin Muyuan told them to wait below while he went up to scout out the situation.

In the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, Qin Muyuan returned to the underground tunnel, his body now even more covered in the scent of blood.

"There are no more enemies up there, you can go up now," Qin Muyuan said, turning to Shi Gandang and the others.

Shi Gandang solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute to Qin Muyuan: "Hero Qin, this is not the place to talk! Once we get out, I will certainly host a banquet for you to express my gratitude for saving my life!"

The other rescued martial artists did the same, bowing gratefully to Qin Muyuan.

Qin Muyuan waved his hand and said to Shi Gandang, "I won't see you off. Remember to go back to your daughter, or I won't be able to complete my mission."

Although he didn't understand why Qin Muyuan was so fixated on the so-called "mission," Shi Gandang still clasped his hands in a fist salute to Qin Muyuan and led the group of martial artists up the tunnel.

[Mission Completed: Rescue the remaining trapped martial artists together with Shi Gandang]

[Rewards: Experience +400, Shop Points +2500, Fire Cloud Kingdom Regional Reputation +100, White Skill: Electromagnetic Cannon Lv1]

[Level: 3→4]

"I leveled up, and I even gained a white skill..."

Qin Muyuan opened the panel and looked at the description of the newly acquired skill.

The general effect is to accelerate an object using the principle of electromagnetic induction, up to the speed of sound or higher, so that it can be fired at the enemy like a bullet.

The skill shown on the panel is only at level 1. According to the panel description, the more times you use the skill, the faster you will level up.

and.

"The [Masterful Talent]'s golden attribute is actually useful!"

Qin Muyuan's eyes lit up. As expected of a golden talent, its applicability is indeed wide!

When Wangcai, who was following beside him, saw the light in Qin Muyuan's eyes, he couldn't help but shrink back.

It wasn't sure if it was just its imagination, but it felt that the master in front of it had become much stronger after sending Shi Gandang and his group out of the underground tunnel, and the blood energy surrounding him had also surged considerably...

"Let's go back."

After turning off the control panel, Qin Muyuan picked up a wad of copper coins from Yin Pei's corpse, which he was passing by.

These are the bullets used later to unleash the [Railgun].

And the target that the [Railgun] was aimed at...

Qin Muyuan bypassed the chaotic intersections of the passageways and arrived at a densely packed iron fence.

Beyond the iron fence, there was bright light and the noise coming from the arena stands.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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