Martial Artist

He arrived outside the courtyard without incident, a faint light filtering through.

Qin Fang pricked up his ears, but heard nothing.

He began to survey his surroundings, and soon, his eyes narrowed slightly... This courtyard was much larger than his own, and the walls were high—a full three meters—topped with eaves that made climbing them directly impossible.

Fortunately, the alleyway walls were connected. While Wang Long's courtyard wall was high, the neighboring houses had lower ones.

There was even some debris piled up outside.

Qin Fang possessed remarkable drive; after a quick assessment and planning his route, he set into motion.

He first approached a lower section of the wall, climbed up using the debris, and then carefully balanced himself along the top of the wall, heading toward Wang Long's courtyard.

The process was not easy... the wall was narrow, and having rained two days prior, it was slick.

Qin Fang moved with extreme caution, afraid of making too much noise and alerting Wang Long. It took him a full ten minutes to reach the top of Wang Long's wall.

Wang Long's wall was much sturdier, and he let out a long, soft breath.

Then, he frowned slightly...

The climb had inevitably required the use of his left hand, and he couldn't help but brush against his left index finger; the pain was piercing.

Yet, this pain only hardened Qin Fang's resolve to kill Wang Long.

If this man did not die, he might be the one dead by tomorrow.

His gaze grew more savage as he leaned half his body into the courtyard to observe closely.

The courtyard was large, at least ten meters square, with a tile-roofed house in the back... it was also much larger than the house his master had given him.

A light was on in one of the rooms, but the windows were tightly shut, making it impossible to see inside.

Qin Fang observed for a moment, finally exhaled, and pushed most of his body into the courtyard.

He turned around, gripped the eaves with both hands, and slowly lowered himself down.

The piercing pain in his left hand persisted throughout the process.

It left his face deathly pale, but he persevered.

If he had simply jumped down, the noise would have been inevitable and likely would have alerted Wang Long.

Wang Long was a burly, thick-set man. Having had close contact with him earlier that day, Qin Fang could easily feel the immense strength in the man's hands when he had gripped his finger.

The man might not be a Mingjin martial artist... but he was certainly far stronger than a half-crippled man like himself.

Once the man was alerted and a direct confrontation ensued, forget about killing him... the probability of his own death would be high.

Only when his legs were nearly touching the ground did Qin Fang let go.

Thud.

A sound, faint to the extreme, rang out. Once he landed, Qin Fang sat directly on the ground.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, cold sweat trickling down, and his left hand trembled uncontrollably.

Yet, he remained calm. He reached into his robes, retrieved a throwing dart, and stared at the house.

After a long while, there was still no movement. He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing the man hadn't heard him, and slowly climbed to his feet before creeping cautiously toward the lit window.

Qin Fang moved with great care, watching the ground... he didn't want to step on a stray branch and trigger a noise that would ruin everything.

Fortunately, the courtyard was kept very clean, and he soon reached the window lattice.

Then, he heard a series of rapid, heavy gasps coming from within.

Qin Fang was stunned for a moment, then his eyes narrowed slightly...

With the lamp lit, were they actually doing that?

Right, Scar-Head Li had said this was where he kept his mistress.

Thinking this, he looked up at the lattice, which was covered in white paper. He identified the source of the sound, carefully moved to the very edge of the frame, moistened a finger with saliva, and poked a small hole in the paper.

He peered through the hole...

The room came into view. An eight-immortals table sat inside, an oil lamp burning on top of it.

Beyond the table was a bed, and a figure like a mountain of flesh was currently in the midst of his labor...

Qin Fang narrowed his eyes.

It really was him?

Hmph, perfect...

The moment of afterglow was the moment of greatest relaxation.

Qin Fang's gaze remained cold as he waited patiently.

He looked closely at the man's face. Although it was only a profile, the sight of Wang Long's jowly, fleshy face was too distinctive; he recognized him instantly... it was indeed Wang Long.

As for the woman, she was blocked by Wang Long, making it hard to see her clearly.

But judging by her physique, she shouldn't be ugly.

Qin Fang did not strike immediately; instead, he waited with cold eyes.

It did not take long.

"Master, I can't take it anymore..."

A voice rang out, acting like a catalyst that made Wang Long's face flush red.

His breathing grew suddenly rapid, his rhythm quickening.

The woman's gasps also became increasingly difficult to suppress.

Outside the window, Qin Fang gripped his throwing dart, waiting calmly.

Finally, a sound like a muffled groan echoed, and the two figures stiffened almost simultaneously.

At that very moment, a cold glint flashed in Qin Fang's pupils; without a second thought, he launched the dart!

The bed was not far from the window.

And the technique of flicking his wrist to throw the dart was something Qin Fang had practiced until it was second nature.

Swish!

The faint sound of wind being cut was almost inaudible to the man and woman still caught in the afterglow.

And so, the next moment...

The dart transformed into a white speck, successfully striking Wang Long squarely in the back of the head!

Squelch!

Wang Long, who had been enjoying the afterglow, suddenly went rigid, his eyes bulging wide.

But immediately following, a turn of events that shocked Qin Fang occurred.

The man had actually whipped his head around in an instant.

His eyes were bloodshot as he roared furiously, "Who goes there?!"

The next moment, Wang Long's figure actually vaulted up, lunging straight toward the window frame!

Qin Fang's heart jolted in alarm—he hadn't died?

A quick glance, and he immediately understood!

...The force of a dart thrown with a flick of the wrist was clearly not as great as one thrown with a full swing.

That dart hadn't pierced through the back of his skull; instead, his muscles had clamped down on it!

And at this moment, the man still had the strength to counterattack?!

What kind of hellish physique was this?!

Qin Fang was deeply alarmed, yet he remained calm. Seeing Wang Long pounce, he retreated rapidly. With a loud boom, Wang Long's naked figure burst straight through the shattered window frame.

The man was completely bare, a dart still stuck in the back of his head, his back stained red with blood.

Yet he hadn't lost the ability to move; instead, his eyes were blood-red, like a beast that had suffered a grievous wound!

Without a moment's hesitation, the instant the man broke through the window, Qin Fang whipped out another dart!

"Ah!!"

A scream rang out in response. Wang Long's body, having just lunged out, stumbled violently before he clutched his right eye.

Looking closer, the dart had struck him right in the eye!

Blood began to gush out immediately.

Qin Fang continued to retreat calmly. Wang Long covered his right eye, his remaining left eye filled with shock and terror. After a quick scan, he spotted Qin Fang.

The moment he saw Qin Fang, an expression of disbelief crossed his face.

He was both shocked and enraged!

"It's you?!"