In the dead of night, only the occasional horse-drawn carriage passed through Tanyang City.
Music drifted from a distant Music Tower, interspersed with bursts of giggles.
The two chased and fled, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived at the pawnshop on the street corner.
"You can't run away, put the things down!" Qing Su said coldly.
In terms of running, she was clearly slightly faster than her opponent.
Before long, the two exchanged several more hurried blows. The figure was eager to break free, but she kept entangled with him.
Seeing that time was dragging on, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. He immediately threw aside the box, spread his arms, and began to fight Qing Su with all his might.
The figure's moves were perfect, with wide and sweeping movements. Based on his arms, his offensive and defensive power was much greater than Qing Su's.
Overall, it is clearly at the Fifth Grade rank.
After he discarded his burdens and attacked with all his might, Qing Su was clearly unable to withstand it.
In a typical exchange of blows, Qing Su accidentally misjudged the force of her attack.
In addition, the Golden Roc Secret Record doesn't have many counter-attack moves. In her actual combat experience, she mostly uses sneak attacks and assassinations, and rarely engages in direct confrontations like this.
At this moment, the force was misplaced, and a flaw was immediately exposed.
Bang! A figure struck her left shoulder, knocking her back several steps.
After defeating Qing Su, the figure picked up the box and ran away.
"Don't even think about leaving!!" Qing Su wanted to chase after her.
Suddenly she stopped and lowered her body.
Whoosh! A black dart flew past her head and landed diagonally on the wooden door of the pawnshop behind her.
If she hadn't noticed just now, she probably would already be... Startled, Qing Su hurriedly chased after the figure in front of her.
Suddenly she stopped again, her eyes fixed on what was ahead.
The figure stopped and bowed slightly to the other Black-Robed Figure.
"The Envoy!" the figure whispered.
"Is this the proof you mentioned?" the Envoy asked softly, his voice somewhat androgynous.
"Exactly," the figure replied quickly.
"Go ahead. I'll handle this little girl." The Envoy's gaze fell on Qing Su, and two black cross-shaped throwing knives appeared in each of his hands.
Whoosh! He suddenly rushed forward, his speed so fast that Qing Su didn't even have time to react.
Before she could react, her opponent had already leaped out of the shadows on her right, and a dart silently shot toward her chest.
After Qing Su bent down to dodge the dart, she stood up again, and there was already a second dart in front of her.
The second dart was caught by a slender black hand and shot straight toward her, only half a meter away.
It's too late!! Qing Su is off balance and has no way to move or dodge a second time.
Fear filled her eyes as she stared at the silent black dart.
Countless thoughts and ideas burst like bubbles before they even had a chance to flash through my mind.
Hiss! The dart suddenly hovered in front of Qing Su.
The tip was only a finger's width away from her eyelid.
The Envoy turned around quickly and blocked the attack with a dart to the left.
With a loud thud, a Silver Wheel spun rapidly and slammed into the front of the dart.
The sharp serrations pressed against the black dart.
The two enormous forces collided and canceled each other out.
The Envoy swung the object with all his might.
The Silver Wheel spun and slammed into the side wall.
He was slightly out of breath, looking in the direction from which the Silver Wheel had come. His expression was serious.
"Who are you!?"
On the other side of the street.
A burly figure dressed entirely in black robes appeared under the eaves of the shop at some unknown time.
"He's got some skills."
The burly figure gently lifted his black robe, revealing a tall body covered by Black Mask.
"Unfortunately, the outcome was already decided the moment you appeared before me."
Call!!
In an instant, the figure took a step forward, and the ground cracked open.
Boom! A figure shot out, crossing the street in the blink of an eye, and struck the Envoy with a palm.
In the darkness, the large palm resembled a marble statue, with clear lines, hard and vast.
"Flame Emperor Talisman".
"Primordial Qi!!"
A muffled boom resounded.
The palm landed on the dart that the Envoy had hastily raised.
The dart broke and slipped from my hand.
The Envoy in excruciating pain in both arms, and his legs were firmly planted on the ground, but his boots were pushed off with tremendous force, leaving two black lines.
A horse-drawn carriage happened to pass by on the street.
The horses were startled, neighed, and raised their front hooves high.
The train carriage overturned.
The Envoy slammed into the wall, rolled on the spot, and avoided a palm strike coming from behind.
Bang! Two holes were punched in the wall.
"Return to the source!!" the Envoy roared.
The sound vibrated like a great bell, causing his muscles and blood to rush simultaneously.
He raised his arms and launched a series of darts.
But all the darts missed their mark.
Before his eyes, the burly figure had vanished without a trace.
"On the side!!" The Envoy realized, but it was too late.
He lowered his elbow, trying to block.
But when his elbow was swung away, a sharp pain shot through his side.
"You!!??"
Before he could finish speaking, a pair of large hands grabbed his waist and slammed him down.
Bang!
With his waist broken, the dart the Envoy held in his hand fell limply to the ground, bounced a few times, and lay quietly on the black stone slab.
Zhang Rongfang released the body, which had been almost smashed in two, and looked up into the distance.
The Shadow carrying the box had disappeared.
"They're fast enough."
He looked at Qing Su, who was pale-faced, standing to the side.
Are you alright?
"It's alright, my lord." Qing Su looked at the Envoy had already died.
"Just who is this person?"
Even with her Fourth Grade mastery of movement techniques, she couldn't withstand more than two moves from her opponent.
It's easy to imagine how strong this person is.
At least Sixth Grade official.
Even if she were Fifth Grade, she couldn't possibly lose so quickly.
After all, she mainly cultivates movement techniques, and her Fourth Grade movement technique is about as fast as many Sixth Grade practitioners who don't cultivate movement techniques.
But that person was able to defeat her so quickly.
This means that the other party is either also a master of movement techniques, or a superior master of movement techniques than her.
Or it could be High Grade Expert far surpassing her rank!
"Don't worry about his background. Since he dares to probe my background, it means that someone has already become suspicious of me."
Zhang Rongfang.
"Since we have doubts, let's go and find out today."
"If the water is deep, retreat and come back."
"If the water is shallow."
His eyes suddenly became deep and intense.
"Then let them understand that what's mine isn't so easy to take."
Swish.
Qing Su's vision blurred, but she was horrified to find that the figure had already disappeared.
She hurriedly chased after him a few steps, but could only see, by the moonlight, a faint figure gradually disappearing at the end of the street in the distance.
*** Zhao Tianming ran wildly, ignoring the situation of the Envoy behind him. He had no idea whether the Envoy could stop the White Eagle.
But the box in his hand is definitely the key to whether he can make a contribution this time.
He deduced White Eagle's identity from various clues.
Convinced that White Eagle was very likely connected to Zhang Ying, he sneaked into Zhang Ying's home.
Just as they found a suspicious box and were about to unlock it, Qing Su approached them.
This only reinforced his belief that he had found the right person.
He immediately grabbed the box and ran.
They wandered around a dark, single-story housing area, disappearing into alleyways to conceal themselves.
Zhao Tianming suddenly stopped and stood still.
At the exit of the alleyway in front of him, a burly figure slowly emerged from the wall.
It was Zhang Rongfang had taken a detour to get here.
He's been working in this area for so long that he knows the surroundings like the back of his hand.
In addition, now that he has broken through to the Ninth Grade, his five senses are sharpened.
So they simply blocked the other party's route in advance.
"Hand over the goods. I'll spare your life," Zhang Rongfang said coldly, his figure almost blocking the entire alleyway entrance.
Zhao Tianming took two steps back, his eyes under the mask suddenly narrowed, and he looked behind Zhang Rongfang.
"Stop him for me!" he growled, accelerating his retreat.
"You thought I'd fall for that?"
Zhang Rongfang tried to give chase.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp gust of wind coming from behind me.
He grabbed it with his backhand.
Boom!!
He gripped the curved blade that was thrusting from behind him tightly with his claws.
In an instant, two figures, one on the left and one on the right, simultaneously attacked him from behind with knives.
Zhang Rongfang either parried or dodged the blades, neutralizing them one after another.
"Who goes there!?" He moved his hands rapidly, constantly blocking the two men's continuous sword strikes.
The two men's swordsmanship was relentless, wave after wave, like a surging, overwhelming tide that made it hard to breathe.
Moreover, the style of the piece seemed vaguely familiar to Zhang Rongfang.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.
"The Black Ten Sect!?"
"Sacred Flame!" Suddenly, a man's sword flashed and disappeared.
Buzz!!
In an instant, the blade light intensified, resembling a silver curtain that slashed down from above.
Strangely, when the blade struck Zhang Rongfang in mid-air, it even sparked a few Qidian of fire.
Zhang Rongfang withdrew and retreated, grabbing the wall with one hand, prying out a piece of gravel and throwing it forward.
Large shards of rock were cleaved by the blade's light, though a few pieces still managed to penetrate, forcing the man to give chase.
Just as his blade paused for a moment...
Zhang Rongfang's figure darted forward like a ghost, passing by him. He turned and rushed towards another person.
"Shrink Step."
He spread his arms out like a large bird, his muscles bulging and undulating.
"Heavy Mountain!!!"
Boom!
The man was struck as if by lightning, thrown back by the immense force. He slid for more than a meter on the ground before coming to a stop.
He gripped the knife handle tightly with both hands, but his arms trembled uncontrollably, clearly indicating that the previous blow had almost rendered his hands useless.
He looked up abruptly, only to find that there was no one in front of him.
Who are you looking for?
Suddenly, a ghostly figure appeared behind him.
Bang! He raised his knife to strike, but his wrist was grabbed by the other hand.
"Sacred Wind!!" The Breaking Limit Skill erupted rapidly.
But unfortunately it was too late.
With a soft "poof".
A hand gripped his throat from behind.
"Let him go! Otherwise, you will die tonight!!"
At this moment, at the other end of the alley.
A slender figure wearing a black cloak with silver trim rushed over.
Behind the figure, First Squad of the Black Ten Sect members with curved blades, led by a master of the highest rank, charged toward Zhang Rongfang.
From beneath the cloak of that slender figure, a small, purplish-black snake slowly emerged.
The little snake slowly crawled up his shoulder and coiled around him.
"The Snake King?" Zhang Rongfang stared at the man.
"Golden Wing Tower?" The Snake King raised his face, his slightly red eyes appearing strangely scarlet, like a snake's tongue.
"Since when did a mere White Eagle dare to be so insolent in front of me?"
His right arm hung down beneath his cloak, and a Golden Dagger slowly slid out from his sleeve.