He achieved the pinnacle of martial arts starting with breaking through the limits of Tiger Fist.

Chapter 88 Battle Under the Moon

The bright moon hangs in the sky, inside the small courtyard of the fish market.

The stronghold was now deserted; the courtyard gate was open, and only one person remained inside.

Jiang Lin had already bathed and changed his clothes. He sat alone in the courtyard, with his bow and arrows at his feet, his fists tightly covered, and his expression was calm, showing no sign of tension.

One incense stick, two incense sticks, until the moon was high in the sky, his figure did not move an inch, and his breathing remained steady.

The sound of footsteps rustling rang out, and a tall, thin figure walked into the courtyard.

Qiu Sheng stepped into the courtyard, his face full of doubt.

He had arrived here long ago, and when he first saw this scene, he thought it was a trap.

After an hour of investigation, he finally confirmed that there was no ambush or trap.

What are we supposed to do?

This left him puzzled. The person before him was only at the Skin Refining Realm, so where did he get the confidence to face him alone, a martial artist who had reached the Great Perfection of Tendon Refining Realm?

"No need to look anymore? There's no one else around."

Jiang Lin suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing like lightning as he stared directly at the formidable enemy before him.

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Qiu Sheng felt a sense of absurdity.

A month ago, he nearly beheaded the man with a single blow. Although he didn't succeed, it was because they were on the main street of the city, which prevented him from continuing his attack.

The saying "If you miss your target, flee a thousand miles away" is a universally acknowledged creed among assassins.

Jiang Lin shook his head and said, "It's not that I'm not afraid, it's that I don't know how."

Qiu Sheng almost laughed out of anger. This person in front of him was extremely arrogant. Did he think that after killing a few beginner-level martial artists, he was qualified to challenge him, a master of tendon refining?

Although his "Light Shadow Flowing Wind Blade" technique is too fast and therefore lacks power, this lack is only relative to those of the same level.

How strong can your physical defense be, you're just a mere Refining Skin Realm martial artist? How can your flesh and blood withstand the sharp edge of a blade?

The claim that assassination techniques are unsuitable for direct combat is only relative. The difference between the two is a whole realm, which is enough to make up for the lack of power in the technique.

"Arrogant."

After some thought, Qiu Sheng felt much more at ease, but also a surge of anger. He felt looked down upon and his resentment was hard to quell.

Whether it's arrogance or not, you'll know once you try.

Jiang Lin stopped wasting words, crossed his fists, and attacked directly.

"Aww."

A tiger's roar suddenly arose, and the wind followed.

Qiu Sheng's eyelids twitched. He had seen the same punch a little over a month ago, but it had the momentum but not this kind of power.

Only a month has passed, and the same punch has undergone earth-shattering changes, catching him somewhat off guard.

Before the fist even reaches the body, the wind from it has already arrived.

Qiu Sheng's face showed horror. The whistling wind of the punch spun violently, just like a tornado, which slowed down his dodging steps for a moment.

In that instant, the iron fist was upon him.

Qiu Sheng reacted extremely quickly. Seeing that he couldn't dodge, he immediately used his hand to block the attack with the blade.

"boom"

Qiu Sheng retreated several steps, his heart filled with even greater fear; the power of that punch was astonishing.

A fierce force surged through the blade, spiraling upwards from his arms, scraping his bones like a sharp blade. Even with his well-trained physique, he almost cried out in pain.

Seeing that his attack had worked, Jiang Lin's face once again revealed a ferocious smile, and his movements suddenly changed from wide and sweeping to a whirlwind of attacks.

"Shadow Tiger Chasing the Wind"

This technique is slightly less powerful, but it is incredibly fast. When combined with swift footwork, it is extremely suitable for aggressive attacks and close-quarters combat.

Before the excruciating pain in Qiu Sheng's hands had subsided, a barrage of fist shadows surged before his eyes. At this moment, he dared not take the blows head-on, so he had no choice but to change his footing and forcefully twist his body to circle around to Jiang Lin's side.

"It's that trick again."

Jiang Lin had anticipated this, and suddenly bent down and lowered his shoulders, using the "Fierce Tiger Collapses the Mountain" move to lean in.

Having made a series of miscalculations, Qiu Sheng was now cornered and had no choice but to quickly swing his knife.

A dazzling flash of light, like a blooming flower, barely protected Qiu Sheng's entire body.

This move was absolutely brilliant; both the speed of the strike and the timing were superb.

Against any other opponent, the first choice would certainly be to avoid the sharp blade and seek to protect oneself.

But Jiang Lin did the opposite. Instead of dodging, he stomped his foot hard, adding three more points of force, and charged headlong into the flash of light.

Amidst the dazzling flashes of sword light, their eyes met. Jiang Lin's slightly narrowed eyes snapped open, revealing an unwavering and valiant expression.

With the blade at his side and blood splattering, Jiang Lin ignored everything and crashed into Qiu Sheng's arms, crushing his body against the wall before plunging into the street outside.

Jiang Lin stopped, but the momentum had not subsided. Qiu Sheng's body continued to fly two zhang away after crashing through the wall.

Qiu Sheng used the knife to support himself as he struggled to his feet, his chest slightly sunken, clearly indicating that he had suffered a serious internal injury.

Jiang Lin's right side was covered in tattered clothes and more than ten crisscrossing cuts, which looked extremely ferocious under the white moonlight. However, after only one breath, those wounds had already closed up.

If it weren't for the bloodstains, the scene of the injury would have seemed as if it had never happened.

Qiu Sheng's eyes widened in shock at the scene before him. He could no longer suppress the urge to vomit blood and suddenly spat it out.

"The Angry Tiger Pierces Through the Forest"

The dull roar of the tiger rang out again, and Jiang Lin covered the distance of two zhang in a single step, arriving in front of the enemy.

Qiu Sheng, who had been on the front lines for many years, found himself with a renewed sense of courage when he had no other choice.

He held the knife in both hands and swiftly slashed down at Jiang Lin's head.

The situation of mutual destruction was formed in an instant. Qiu Sheng only needed to wait for Jiang Lin to dodge so that he could seize the opportunity to escape quickly. With his lightness skill, he was absolutely confident that he could escape alive.

Seeing the blade about to strike, Jiang Lin suddenly changed his move, but instead of dodging, he did so.

"A vicious tiger devours the heart"

This move was extremely ruthless, specifically designed to take lives, and fear flashed in Qiu Sheng's eyes once again.

How can a person be so brave?

Are you really not afraid of death?

The blade is faster, hitting the target first.

A crisp "click" sounded.

The blade rebounded, leaving Qiu Sheng wide open.

Ignoring everything else, Jiang Lin threw a punch straight at Huanglong.

The angry shouts, the tiger's roar, and the muffled thuds of iron fists striking bodies all blended together in a chaotic cacophony.

"Clang"

The blade fell to the ground, Qiu Sheng's knees buckled, and he slowly knelt down.

Looking at the young man before him, his head covered in blood and resembling a demon, Qiu Sheng slowly asked, "Why?"

Jiang Lin wiped his face with his hand and said coldly, "The knife is too light."

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Qiu Sheng then realized that his sword technique, in pursuit of speed, not only had its power greatly reduced, but also the weapons he could use were greatly restricted. With a light body and thin blade, assassination was convenient, but it was difficult to achieve results in attacking strongholds.

Such martial arts inherently involve taking shortcuts. When encountering someone with weak martial arts skills, it can naturally strike their vital points directly. However, if it encounters a true master, it doesn't even qualify for a life-or-death struggle.