Prostitutes, Tomb Raiders, Westerners-What a Bizarre Crew

At the third watch, the night was black as ink, shrouding Linjiang County in deathly silence.

In a bedroom behind the Shocking Heron Martial Hall, Li Xiang slept lightly.

He lay on the bed, his breathing slow and deep. He looked sound asleep, but the Tiger-Leopard Thunderclap stirred faintly within him, keeping him poised between sleep and wakefulness.

Click.

A door bolt shifted with a barely audible sound.

It was so faint that an ordinary person might not have noticed it even while awake.

Li Xiang was different. The talents and abilities of his various professions had made him extraordinarily sensitive.

Someone had slipped inside.

"Who's there?"

Li Xiang reacted without a moment's hesitation, his body moving on instinct.

He braced his hands against the bed, his core suddenly tightening. His whole body pivoted, and his right leg whipped out like a steel lash, cutting through the air toward the intruder's legs.

The strike carried tremendous force and came from a devilishly tricky angle.

Iron Ox Plowing the Field.

Qin Zhong had taught him the leg technique only that day. It targeted the lower body, relying on surprise to catch an opponent unprepared.

The intruder clearly had not expected Li Xiang to react so quickly, much less use that move.

"You've already learned it?!"

The startled cry sounded familiar.

The intruder was quick, too. He stamped both feet and forced himself three inches higher, barely avoiding the Sweeping Leg, though he stumbled when he landed.

"Don't attack. It's me."

At the sound of that booming voice, Li Xiang checked the follow-up killing move he had been about to unleash. The force in his leg ebbed, and with a light touch against the floor, he rose to his feet.

By the faint moonlight filtering through the window, Li Xiang made out