Letting You Practice Life Skills, You Grinded to Divine Positions

"Little bastard, hand over the evidence, and let us carve you up!"

Fierce killing intent soared into the sky, and the vast grassland was filled with a foul, nauseating stench.

Captain Zheng said triumphantly, "Qin An, you're probably going to die here today."

With Lord Ying Ba by his side, his heart was at ease.

Flying Cloud Gorge cooperated with the Yamen, which was enough to guarantee his safety.

Qin An said with disgust, "You're all beasts, yet you mimic humans and shout insults before battle?"

Beasts hated it the most when others called them beasts.

As soon as these words were spoken, Lord Ying Ba let out a cold laugh and, in a few leaps, charged towards Qin An.

His height of two zhang meant each step covered the distance of several others.

The distance between them was not far, and within a few breaths, he was in front of Qin An.

Chen Chun sighed, "It's fate, it's destiny."

He knew Qin An had good comprehension of blade techniques, but without a cultivation method to match his skills, he was ultimately just an ordinary Qi Concealment Realm cultivator.

If even someone like him, a minor master of the Qi Concealment Realm, was no match for Lord Ying Ba, how could Qin An possibly win?

Fortunately, they would at least have company if they were buried together in the belly of the Eagle Demon.

The Eagle Demon's clamor abruptly stopped.

Chen Chun was slightly stunned, interrupting his thoughts.

This group of Eagle Demons usually loved to mimic humans by shouting insults before battle, chirping like flies. Why had they suddenly gone silent?

Chen Chun subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw Captain Zheng and a group of constables trembling, their bodies shaking like sieves as they stared ahead.

What was in front of them?

Chen Chun followed their gaze and witnessed an unbelievable scene.

He saw Lord Ying Ba wielding his great ringed saber, engaging Qin An in a fierce, wide-ranging clash. Within a few breaths, they had exchanged blows more than a hundred times.

Qin An held a sharp dagger, waves of chilling energy circulating around it. Even under the sunlight, it still exuded an icy aura.

"He has a cultivation method?"

Although Chen Chun was an undercover agent for the Evil Extermination Division, he lacked no insight.

That chilling aura was a special effect of a cultivation method, and he knew it better than anyone.

But how could Qin An have trained his cultivation method to such a degree in such a short time?

A genius?

Could he truly be a genius?

Several thoughts flashed through Chen Chun's mind.

Captain Zheng and the constables felt a chill in their hearts.

They had expected Qin An to hold out for a while, but Qin An was fighting Lord Ying Ba to a standstill, which filled them with fear.

Cold sweat broke out on Lord Ying Ba's forehead.

With every collision between the great ringed saber and the sharp dagger, a chilling, sinister energy surged, making his limbs go numb through the saber.

If the battle continued for too long, a change was bound to occur.

"You bastard surnamed Zheng, hurry up and help Lord Ba! If Lord Ba loses, can you escape?"

"This little brat's blade technique is his only strong point. Lord Ba will keep his dagger occupied, you guys help Lord Ba chop off his head."

Lord Ying Ba shouted, seizing an opportunity.

Captain Zheng snapped back to reality, gritted his teeth, and drew the long saber from his waist.

Years of preying on the common folk had dulled his edge, but he was still from the martial world and knew the gravity of the situation.

If Qin An didn't die, they would.

"You little brats, Lord Ba is tying down Qin An's dagger, go and take Qin An's head!" Captain Zheng roared.

The other constables' scalps tingled, but they knew the situation and charged forward behind Captain Zheng.

Chen Chun saw this and roared, "Shameless wretches! Qin An, run!"

By now, he knew Qin An's talent was monstrous, but he also knew Qin An only knew the Wind-Splitting Blade Technique. If Lord Ying Ba managed to tie down his Wind-Splitting Blade Technique, Qin An would surely die.

Qin An looked at the constables who were swarming him, his expression calm, but a cold smile played on his lips.

Lord Ying Ba's great ringed saber shifted its moves, not attacking relentlessly, but instead entangling Qin An's dagger like a quagmire.

It listened to the commotion behind it, knowing that Captain Zheng and the others had moved forward. All it needed to do was keep Qin An's dagger occupied.

But at that moment, a gust of wind sounded.

Lord Ying Ba looked back and saw Qin An's fist rapidly growing larger.

"Boom!"

A roaring sound echoed, and a deep pit appeared on the head of Master Eagle, sending him flying backward.

But before he could fly out, Qin An grabbed him again with a backhand and slammed him hard onto the ground.

Qin An lifted his foot and stepped on Master Eagle's chest, throwing punches faster and faster.

Master Eagle's sharp beak snapped in half, and he felt Qin An's fists were as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"With such powerful fist techniques, why didn't you use them?"

Confusion arose in his mind, and his consciousness gradually faded.

After twitching a couple of times, Master Eagle's head was smashed to pieces, and his body grew cold.

Chen Chun was stunned. He felt that Qin An's fist techniques were incredibly familiar.

"Isn't this the Mountain-Lifting Fist?"

He was certain this was the common Mountain-Lifting Fist found everywhere in Ling Prefecture.

How did Qin An learn such a restrictive fist technique?

Qin An watched Captain Zheng and the others approach and strode towards them.

"I was too far away earlier, it was hard to chase."

"I just lured you all here."

"Now it's easy to kill you."

A sharp blade plunged downward, aiming for Captain Zheng's chest.

Captain Zheng felt his hair stand on end and grabbed a constable to shield him.

The sharp blade pierced the constable's chest, and the constable looked at Captain Zheng with utter disbelief.

The leader, who had promised to face hardship together, now seemed like a completely different person.

Captain Zheng didn't care. He kept grabbing constables around him and throwing them at Qin An while he retreated rapidly.

He was afraid that if he retreated too slowly, Qin An would catch him and dismember him.

Few of these constables had reached the Qi Concealment Realm; they were just ordinary people who knew a few moves.

Qin An, with a blank expression, dispatched them all with a single strike each in a matter of moments.

At this moment, Captain Zheng felt a wave of despair, as he had only run about ten meters.

"Clang!"

Captain Zheng drew his long saber, his voice becoming incredibly humble: "Qin An, spare me! It was all Clerk Wang's doing, that bastard. If you spare me, I'll give you my blade techniques, and the movement techniques I bought in Ling Prefecture not long ago."

Two books appeared in Captain Zheng's hands.

Qin An's eyes brightened upon seeing this.

Captain Zheng thought Qin An would let him go and breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin An flashed forward, appearing before Captain Zheng, and unleashed the Mountain-Lifting Fist, smashing a punch towards Captain Zheng's face.

"Absurd. If I kill you, all of this will be mine."

His fist was like a mountain, imbued with immense power.

The Mountain-Lifting Fist, perfected, could break through defenses with its focused strikes, forcing even those in the Qi Concealment Realm to evade its edge.

Hearing Qin An's calm words, Captain Zheng knew he had no escape.

He furiously drew his long saber, blocking in front of him, erupting with a desperate madness.

"I've also walked the martial world. Today, even if I die, I'll drag you down with me."

"Crack!"

A crisp sound rang out, like a gentle breeze rustling through the prairie.