Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies

Tang Biao suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

These people were more troublesome than he had thought.

But, it had already come to this point.

An arrow shot can't be retracted once the bow has been drawn.

Tang Biao viciously said, "Kill them all for me. These people are moving their whole family; there must be a lot of possessions on them. Whatever we get is a gain."

No matter where these people came from, they were definitely not easy prey.

On his own turf, a confrontation was inevitable sooner or later.

After all, territory is static, it can't be moved, and he didn't want to spit out what he had already swallowed.

Might as well take advantage of their current strong state and strike with all their might.

Strike them down before they can gain a stable footing.

"Kill, kill them fiercely!"

The scene plunged into chaos.

Shen Qing used up a dozen feathered arrows at his side in one breath. His archery in the dark was frighteningly accurate.

Almost with each arrow, he took down more than a dozen of the enemy, forcefully clearing out a swath of empty space.

Tang Biao realized that Shen Qing was a master in archery and could not be allowed to continue at will.

He forcefully pulled out the arrow stuck in his belly, bringing out some bits of yellow fat.

Tang Biao broke the arrow and threw it to the ground, twisting his body and charging towards Shen Qing with a whistling wind.

Shen Qing squinted, noticing the power embedded in the charge.

Facing Tang Biao's fierce charge, he immediately took a deep breath and tossed his now arrowless bow aside.

The Blood Dominance Technique he had been practicing for days was running at its peak.

Suddenly, his Qi-Blood surged inside him, and an invisible force began to flow through his meridians.

Bang, bang, bang.

A series of strange sounds continued to emerge from Shen Qing's body.

Accompanied by these strange sounds, his body's muscles instantly swelled, filled with endless strength.

Empowered by this force, his body grew slightly in size, becoming even more burly and formidable.

Tang Biao was shocked, not expecting Shen Qing to exhibit such bizarre changes.

"But the hard skill I practice is specialized in increasing strength. Even a martial master who has undergone stretching may not be stronger than me," he thought. "Watch me crush you. Kill!"

All of Tang Biao's strength was fully activated, and he believed he could send Shen Qing flying, but at that moment, he realized he was completely wrong.

Boom!

With an unusual sound,

Shen Qing held his arms together, firmly catching Tang Biao's charge, his stance stable as a rock.

His fists clenched; the veins on his arms bulging as if he could hear the roaring of the blood flowing within his body.

Tang Biao was astoundingly surprised, unable to believe Shen Qing could muster such strength.

His first strike having failed,

he adjusted his breathing, trying to use his size advantage to press down.

But in that instant, Shen Qing had already made his move.

"You've got significant strength, but what about this!"

"Ha!"

With a light shout, Shen Qing's arms suddenly exerted force.

The veins on his arms swelled dramatically, and his muscles hardened like iron, adhering to his arms.

In Tang Biao's astonished gaze, Shen Qing tightly wrapped his arms around him, lifted him high, and slammed him to the ground.

Bang!

The ground seemed to tremble, faint cracks appearing.

Shen Qing used tremendous force, smashing Tang Biao violently.

"That's all you've got."

Shen Qing's hands came together to form a point, stabbing down swiftly.

Before Tang Biao could raise his arms to defend, Shen Qing's fingers had already landed on his neck.

Like a snake bite, Shen Qing's fingers "pecked" at Tang Biao's neck, leaving a hole from which blood oozed.

Tang Biao only felt a chill spreading from his neck, his entire body stiffened as if someone had seized his lifeline.

He touched his own neck, which was covered in blood.

Tang Biao's mind was a mess.

At this moment, he realized that he had kicked an iron plate today.

He had become the chicken used to warn the monkeys.

Shen Qing frowned, looking down at Tang Biao with dissatisfaction.

He was too fat, all grease. A finger jab wasn't deep enough to kill him.

Then he would just have to jab a few more times.

Shen Qing put his hands together, using the Wind Defying Finger technique, his hands turning into afterimages as they relentlessly struck Tang Biao, like a sudden violent storm.

In the blink of an eye, Tang Biao was riddled with holes.

Blood and fat mixed together, filling the holes that had been jabbed into him.

And faced with Shen Qing's rapid movements, Tang Biao was completely unable to defend and could only watch helplessly as his body was pierced by Shen Qing.

Pu-chi!

With the final strike, Shen Qing's finger landed deep in Tang Biao's chest, piercing his heart and creating a bloody hole.

Tang Biao coughed twice, spitting up the blood accumulated in his chest, then his head tilted, and he was motionless.

The entire process was completely one-sided, with him being beaten down.

Shen Qing stood up and swept his fierce gaze around, making Tang Biao's followers' hearts tremble uncontrollably.

In their eyes, in just a brief encounter, Shen Qing had poked their boss, someone they respected, to death with just a series of jabs, which was terrifying.

"Cry out, cry out!"

Shen Qing snorted coldly, "Thinking of leaving now? Isn't it a bit too late for that?"

He casually hooked his foot around a longbow on the ground, picking it up, then walked forward.

Passing by the ruffian he had shot dead, Shen Qing pulled out the arrows sticking in the corpse, nocked his bow, and shot in rapid succession.

He shouted, "Spare no one. As long as we kill them and establish our dominance, then we will have secured our foothold here. From now on, this area is ours to command."

"Roar, roar!"

The many villagers of Hongshan Village, already filled with suppressed rage, saw that Shen Qing had killed the most troublesome martial master, and they had no more reservations about the rest.

It must be said, these hunters were natural born killers.

Once they truly engaged in combat, killing people, they were more agile than the next.

Some were on watch, some blocked the road, some set traps, some specialized in slashing and killing...

This place had fully turned into Hongshan Village's hunting ground.

All the ruffians inside were their prey.

The shrill screams of agony were continuous and unending.

It only took a short period, two quarters of an hour, for all the intruding ruffians to be wiped clean.

Blood had completely dyed the earth red.

Shen Qing spat and said, "Chop off their heads and pile them up to create a Corpse Pile, set it at the alley's entrance to deter the night prowlers. We don't need any more trouble from those who can't see the forest for the trees."

"Alright."

While cleaning up the scene, all the hunters' faces were beaming with bright smiles.

"Wow, I found sixty copper coins, that's more than I make in a day back in the village," one hunter exclaimed happily.

"I found something too, this material can make a fur coat, also worth quite a bit."

"This knife isn't bad either..."

"..."

Joy at their windfall was heard here and there.

The hunters were filled with energy, looting the corpses everywhere.

Shen Qing walked over to Tang Biao and also searched, finding a purse.

He poured it out, and out fell three golden leaves, his face lighting up with delight.

When they had searched enough,

The villagers of Hongshan Village chopped down a large head as Shen Qing had ordered and piled it up at the entrance to the alley.

Then each returned to their houses to sleep soundly, with no sign of discomfort whatsoever.

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