ng Qianqian curled her lips and sat down on the stone bench, "Alright, let see how much your martial arts have improved."
"Sis, you better watch carefully!"
Tan’er charged at the assassin hiding in the garden.
ng Lang lay on the tree, surprised, "Hey, are you really letting her go? How old is she?"
"Shut up!"
Tan’er kicked a stone flying.
ng Lang took a punch in the stomach, then his nose got hit.
He clutched his bleeding nose, "Seriously... what did I do to deserve this?"
ng Qianqian took a pack of dried sour apricots from her pouch, munched on them leisurely, and said nonchalantly, "If you keep pretending, you won’t even get a chance to make a move."
ng Lang frowned and glanced toward the small garden.
He saw the young girl, not very old, yet her moves were quick and ruthless.
In just a mont, she had knocked down four Loulan assassins.
Tan’er said discontentedly, "Isn’t there anyone among you who can fight?"
In the night, there suddenly ca a faint sound cutting through the air, as if muffled underwater.
ng Lang’s eyes sharpened, and he darted out like an arrow released from a bowstring.
He plowed into Tan’er, embracing her head-on, and swiftly whisked her away from where she stood.
And right where Tan’er had stood, a Green Cloud Dart pierced through the stone, creating a hole in the faux rock hill!
Tan’er watched this scene, forgetting she was still in ng Lang’s grip, and exclaid with wide eyes, "Wow, what an amazing hidden weapon!"
Her eyes sparkled, she pressed her palms together beneath her chin, "I... I want it so bad——"
ng Lang, still holding her, almost stumbled and fell.
"Talking about this... isn’t appropriate right now... you almost got your head pierced!"
Tan’er’s eyes shone brightly, nodding vigorously, "Appropriate, very appropriate!"
ng Lang was speechless.
"Put down!"
Tan’er said sternly.
"You wouldn’t actually try to steal it, would you? That person’s martial arts aren’t comparable to those ordinary assassins from before!"
"Stop nagging, are you a man or what!"
"Ugh——"
ng Lang was sent flying by Tan’er’s left hook.
Tan’er showed no rcy toward him; given his trick of throwing an embroidered ball to choose a husband, she thought he deserved every punch.
Luckily, this ti ng Lang no longer hid his martial arts. After flying backward, he flipped in mid-air and landed steadily on one knee at the east side of the small garden.
He stood up facing the moonlight, his eyes coldly gazing at the two tangled in combat in the dark night.
Tan’er didn’t use any weapons, relying solely on her fists.
At so point, a pair of formidable gloves had appeared on her hands, allowing her to catch sharp blades bare-handed.
Several tis she grabbed the Cloud-piercing Dart without a scratch on her skin.
"Nice stuff indeed."
He said.
"Give your Cloud-piercing Dart!"
Tan’er attempted to snatch the dart with her bare hands.
The person’s stature wasn’t burly, and his face was painted with strange totems in vermillion, exuding an eerie, dangerous aura.
"You can’t take it this way."
ng Lang said.
Sure enough, the Cloud-piercing Dart slipped away from Tan’er’s grasp again.
Tan’er fud, "Then you say, how do I take it?"
ng Lang smirked, "Use cunning."
Tan’er asked, "How do you use cunning?"
"For example——"
ng Lang elongated his tone, infused his lower body with inner strength, and sprang up, crashing into the opponent like a cannonball and smashing his fist into the opponent’s chest!
The opponent blocked with a palm, forced to slide back a yard on the ground!
Tan’er snorted, "Still using fists?"
No sooner had she spoken than the opponent’s body wobbled.
Tan’er widened her eyes, "Huh? What’s happening?"
ng Lang smiled triumphantly, "Didn’t your sister teach you the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles?"
Tan’er suspiciously tilted her head, "You’re using... the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles?"
ng Lang showed his clenched fist to Tan’er.
Only then did Tan’er realize, hidden between his fingers was a silver needle.
"This is what you call cunning?"
ng Lang raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Learned it, right?"
Tan’er’s eyes flashed with killing intent, "You secretly learned my sister’s Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles?!"
ng Lang’s mouth twitched, "Hey! You’re putting a label on again? Are you deliberately targeting ?"
"Of course, yes!"
Tan’er lifted her leg high and delivered a knee strike to ng Lang’s chest.
ng Lang hurriedly dodged to the side, slipping to the assassin’s side.
Seeing this, the assassin backhandedly flung a Cloud-piercing Dart, almost piercing his right arm.
ng Lang dodged one attack after another and leapt onto a tree, panting like an ox.
He gritted his teeth and glared at Tan’er, "Are you kidding ? The enemy is right here, and you’re fighting instead? "
ng Qianqian tapped her fingers against the table and spoke softly, "Tan’er, that’s enough."
"Understood!"
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