"Bang..."
A loud crash, the table flipped and rolled, colliding with a mournful echo.
Countless cups, plates, soups, and dishes flew up like raindrops, falling all over, covering the face.
Chen Ping charged swiftly like a tiger, the bamboo pole he stepped on suddenly snapped in half, and his body collapsed abruptly as if he had no bones...
"Whoosh whoosh..."
Bowls and dishes flew overhead, yet he hadn't landed on the ground; his figure was already slithering like a snake from under the table.
Knife light slashed down upon his head.
Chen Ping's heart was as calm as ice, almost parallel to the ground; he spun around and crashed into his opponent's arms...
In an instant, within the circle of blades, a right arm whipped like a tail, already entwined around Big-Beard Zhang's right wrist.
With a crisp "crack," the right wrist snapped, bone pierced out.
He let out a painful cry but before the sound emerged, his neck grew cold, and his vision began to spin.
It turned out Chen Ping twisted his wrist to snatch the knife; with a single-foot point, his rotating body hadn't stopped, and he had already slashed the neck, Big-Beard Zhang's head flying off on the spot.
"Wolf-Like and Snake-Like" demands high requirements for stepping and body techniques; Chen Ping breaking one leg would have been challenging. However, after achieving Great Success in Eight Trigrams Fist, he discovered moves that were once difficult now became as smooth as eating or drinking water.
When his body stretched or curled, it was as hard as steel, as soft as cotton...
Big-Beard Zhang's reaction could not be considered slow; his knife light was swift and vicious.
Unfortunately, when Chen Ping approached him, he couldn't utilize even half of his skills. With Chen Ping's move "Golden Threaded Bracelet," he lost his hand and knife, and following the momentum, his head was chopped off without knowing what happened.
'It seems, after Great Success in Bone Strengthening, not only did my understanding of fist techniques deepen, but the enhancement of strength and speed are significant, particularly the capability of body's instinctual reactions has greatly improved.'
The thought lightning through Chen Ping's mind.
But his hands did not pause.
Following the spin momentum, his body leaped into the air, and the knife light arose again.
The long-faced man flipped to the right, had just grabbed the short spear, hadn't stood up yet, when the long knife accompanied by fierce wind, slashed toward his shoulder and neck.
"Szz..."
Blood splattered.
The monkey-faced man rolling nearby, seeing Big-Beard Zhang being beheaded and the tragic scene of the long-faced middle-aged man being cleaved, didn't have the mind to counterattack, only uttered curses in his heart.
'You are so formidable, why didn't you say so earlier? Had I known, I would have dodged instead of scheming in the dark.'
He understood the entire situation clearly.
Knew the other feared them taking action, thus came to them first.
He didn't pick up the long knife on the ground, using hands and feet, darted forward urgently, executing a move, "Fish Leap," dashing toward the window.
This person was agile, acted swiftly; faced with unfavorable situation, he immediately fled.
It was based on seeing the young assailant's inconvenient legs; even with agile body techniques, he could not pursue long.
As long as he escaped the house, avoiding the initial attack, the opponent could never catch him.
Just as his body collided with the window, Chen Ping emitted a "buzz" as a bowstring vibrated; it was his large tendon shaking, his waist and back exerting force...
His palm swung quickly, a beam of black light shooting out from his sleeve.
With a light "puff" sound.
The sharp Black Iron Short Spike had already pierced the monkey-faced man's back first, pinning him onto the window frame.
In just one breath, three people were killed.
"If I let you escape, wouldn't it be a wasted trip."
Chen Ping sneered coldly.
Exhaled a long breath of malice.
Limping forward, in the monkey-faced man's horrified and painful gaze, he slashed with the knife, sending him on his final journey.
Making the first move to gain advantage is not the end of the matter.
If the opponent escaped and revealed this to Seven-Colored Hall... not speaking of others, just alone, with the Vice Incense Master Chang known as the Fox coming after him, he would be hardly able to handle.
Though his fist technique was now accomplished, his body was far from its peak; it was better to secure his position.
Thus, annihilating became inevitable.
As long as no one sees, no one will know what happened tonight.
From the scene alone, no matter how you look, it appears to be the work of a robust figure with swift body techniques killing people. So much so that three hardened individuals couldn't resist at all.
Even thinking wildly, no one would guess the assailant was a basically harmless cripple.
Bending down, he frisked the bodies, found some silver and silver notes, totaling around fifty taels...there were several paper packages, containing red and black powders. Chen Ping sniffed, only feeling the spicy scent, unable to discern its effect, and casually discarded them.
The gains weren't substantial, but better than nothing; Chen Ping wasn't disappointed.
He hadn't expected to find anything good on these three.
Their daily extravagant spending must leave little wealth around.
Most crucial, their gang leader was Boss Yat, and the major gold and silver were with him.
"Sizzle..."
The candlelight fallen to the ground flickered twice before extinguishing.
Chen Ping stood still for a moment, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the weak moonlight streaming through the window, before approaching a large bed. He crouched down, searched carefully.
Finally, on the wall beneath the bed, he found a loose green brick, gently removed it, and took out a small package.
He hefted it casually, without opening to inspect, limping out the door...picked up a half bamboo stick, finding it handy, he used it to support himself ready to leave.
Searching for things, he was professional.
Moreover, after using Fortune Points, the talent of "Trace Origin and Steal Fortune" activated, making him more familiar with these people's assets than they themselves.
Hence, taking the package, he didn't worry about missing any treasure.
"You risked danger just for this little thing?"
In the breeze of the night, suddenly a cold voice sounded in his ear.
It seemed the breath of the opponent's sigh could be felt on the back of the neck.
Moreover, discernable was the tone of "A sorrow for its misfortune, an anger for its failure to strive."
'Who is it?'
Chen Ping's body stiffened slightly, his whole body tensed, hair stood on end. The Black Iron Short Spike twitched slightly, about to reflexively stab backward.
He restrained the impulse to attack, calm the racing heart, relaxed his muscles, slowly turned around.
Why not attack?
The reason is simple... the opponent stood silently behind him, meaning they were far superior.
If truly hostile.
A direct backstab before being discovered would be better.
Why bother to warn?
Acting too aggressive then, making any hostile gesture, was irresponsible to his own life.
Turning to look back.
There was no shadow of anyone behind.
But from the large locust tree in the courtyard, about three yards away, came two suppressed coughs.
Chen Ping looked up, saw under the clear moonlight, a graceful figure standing among the branches, rising and falling with the wind.
Just like Fairy Gushe, floating as if she might fly away with the wind...
Well, Chen Ping admitted he gained more knowledge.
He originally thought this was a normal historical world, training martial arts to proficiency might achieve "Hundred-Man Enemy," charging into a military array on horseback at full gallop...
Nothing more than formidable Qi and Blood, refined Martial Arts.
But the scene before his eyes told him he had misjudged.
'It turns out, this is a Martial World.'
'So-called Lightweight Skills do truly exist.'
If anyone asks what it feels like to encounter a martial arts master on a midnight thief hunt?
Chen Ping would say, it doesn't feel nice at all.
Even if the opponent seems to be a beauty, with good stature and a pleasant voice.
Even if this beautiful master seems familiar and speaks without malice.
Because he had no memory of the person, not recognizing who they were.