Nine Yang

With the matter settled, Duan Xuan stopped putting it off. He had already planned to mass-produce his hidden weapons to repay the money, and now Benevolent Harmony Hall had invited him time and again.

If he refused again, it would be hard to save face, and their sincerity would be dealt a heavy blow.

So Duan Xuan promised to deliver Benevolent Harmony Hall an improved blueprint for the Triple-Shot Sleeve Arrows within three days, with better firing speed, trajectory, and power.

It would still be far inferior to the twelve-shot steel crossbow arrows he currently wore on his wrist.

As long as the right materials were available, even a Ming Force expert could take on several foes at once. Slaughtering ordinary Dark Force martial artists would be no difficult task.

And for Dark Force martial artists facing opponents at their own level, it would give them more chances to survive.

Ren Yun had been so excited that his legs had nearly healed on the spot.

He had cried, "Meeting you, Brother Duan, is a blessing Benevolent Harmony Hall will cherish for ten thousand generations!"

After a full day of running around, Duan Xuan returned home wanting nothing more than to lie down and rest. But when he thought of what had happened that day, an inexplicable anxiety stirred in him.

"My lack of martial techniques is a huge problem I can't easily fix right now.

"Broken Mountain Fist truly is profound, but if I want to keep Black Wolf Guest's true identity hidden, I can't draw that fire onto myself.

"Looks like I need to find a high-quality martial technique to strengthen my arsenal as soon as possible!" Dragging his weary body across the room, Duan Xuan took the oil-paper parcel Brother Xu Jinbao had given him from beneath the