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

Zhao Ba felt the wind of the punch on his face.

Even though his head was dizzy and heavy, he could sense a surging intent to kill within it.

He could not care about the wounds on his body, forcing his spirit up, he urged all his Qi-Blood to rush towards the skin underneath.

In an instant, Zhao Ba's skin turned extremely red, like an iron block heated until it glowed, a faint red mist lingered around him, and the hardness of his skin and flesh increased by more than thirty percent.

"Condense!"

Facing the overwhelming punch from Shen Qing, Zhao Ba used his hands to block.

With a dull clang.

Shen Qing's fist struck Zhao Ba's forearm, making a muffled thud on impact.

Zhao Ba felt a secret shock.

This brute strength was simply terrifying, just this one hit already made his arms go numb and limp.

One must know that his Iron Pine Technique was a Martial Arts that excelled in defense and strength, whether it was skin, flesh, muscle, or bone, its hardness was much stronger than that of the average Martial Arts practitioner.

It was hard to imagine just how far this man's brute strength went; it simply made no sense.

Seeing that one punch didn't break through, Shen Qing's face showed dissatisfaction and he threw punches one after the other without hesitation.

His fists didn't have any special moves.

He relied entirely on what Li Linfeng taught him, to make his strength follow his intent, to attack in whatever way felt comfortable and fast.

His punches, like a violent storm, called on Zhao Ba's body with continuous attacks.

"Hahaha, thrilling!" Shen Qing laughed loudly in the midst of battle; his eyes flickered with an insane light as if he were enjoying the thrill of fighting for life and death.

Each punch made him feel exhilarated, his attacks growing more fierce.

Bang bang bang bang...

Sounds like a punching bag being struck echoed continuously from Zhao Ba's body.

As time went on, under the dual effects of the wounds and the poison powder, Zhao Ba gradually felt his strength leaving him.

His wounds kept oozing fresh blood, and his physical strength rapidly depleted.

This damned guy came for him today.

"Damn it, this can't go on!"

Zhao Ba felt anxious in his heart; he knew he had to end this battle quickly, or once his physical strength was exhausted, both he and his subordinates would be hard-pressed to escape death.

Seeing his strength nearly depleted, Zhao Ba quickly said, "I surrender, I surrender! I have a lot of money, lots of precious medicine, I'll give them all to you, just spare my life, and from now on this territory will listen to you."

Shen Qing stopped his punching, looking down from on high at Zhao Ba, he said softly, "Oh?"

"Really?"

Zhao Ba thought he had persuaded the other, and was about to speak again, "Of course..."

Boom!

A fist stained with blood suddenly smashed into his face.

Zhao Ba's head caved backward, embedding directly into the wall.

A moment later, Zhao Ba's hand raised then slowly fell, and his whole body, like a deflated ball, drooped powerlessly against the wall.

"If I kill you, your things will be mine, why would I still need you to give them to me."

Shen Qing pulled back his blood-stained fist and turned around to look.

The air in the hall seemed to have solidified.

All those present stared at him intently, their eyes filled with shock.

Only the sound of breathing and the dripping of blood echoed in the hall.

Shen Qing looked down at his fist covered in fresh blood.

He could no longer tell whether it was his blood or Zhao Ba's.

"So this is what fighting feels like?"

In the past, he had relied on bows, assassinations, never really engaging in such real combat with anyone.

This was the first time.

He hadn't thought that the strength released by his physical body could be so powerful, paired with the Wind Defying Finger's movement technique and fighting style, so fierce.

This feeling of overpowering his opponent.

Only one word could describe it, truly exhilarating!

Speed and strength are everything!

Shen Qing turned around to look at the subordinates of Zhao Ba who were still alive in the hall; most of them were unscathed, though occasionally a few were injured.

In contrast, there were only three on his side, all half-baked at best.

Two of them had even been picked up along the way and did not pull their weight at all.

Among the three, Xiao Zhi was the most seriously injured, Yang Zhao Ping was next, and Ouyang Tie Niu was the most cunning, with the least injuries.

Some of Zhao Ba's men and subordinates came to their senses and shouted loudly, "Brothers, let's all go at him together. He has been fighting alone for so long, he must be exhausted. He's no match for all of us!"

Whir...

Someone waved their cold weapon in hand, their face regaining a trace of calm amidst the initial panic.

"Whoever kills him will get all of Boss' territory for himself."

"Brothers, whether we can make a fortune depends on today."

Hm?

There are still so many who are unwilling to give up?

Well, think about it.

Men die for wealth, as birds die for food.

Now that Zhao Ba is dead, there's a power vacuum.

A large swath of the West City is up for grabs.

Such a juicy piece of the pie simply laid bare in front of them, no one was willing to let go.

All having been in the game for so long, who among them didn't have a few lives on their hands?

Those who walk this path, if they aren't on the road to killing others, they're on the road to being killed themselves.

They were well aware of this.

Fine by me, it saves a lot of trouble.

At this time, Shen Xiaohu, who was hiding outside the door in the dark, saw that his shooting was ineffective and, with everyone in the hall at a dead angle to his line of sight, he was unable to exert any force.

He simply moved closer to the doorway, his figure just visible to Shen Qing.

Shen Qing took a couple more steps towards the doorway and shouted outside, "Xiao Hu, give me the bow and arrows!"

Shen Xiaohu, who had not yet hidden himself, was slightly stunned, unsure of Shen Qing's intentions.

But without giving it much thought and almost instinctively, as soon as Shen Qing's voice dropped, he threw both the bow and the arrows to Shen Qing.

Shen Qing caught the bow and arrows and began to nock an arrow to the bowstring.

"I'll give everyone three breaths' time. Anyone who stays will end up like him," he said, surveying everyone and tilting his chin towards Zhao Ba.

"One."

"Don't be afraid, everyone together, charge!"

"Two."

"Three."

"Time's almost up!"

Shen Qing drew the bow fully, his eyes sharp as he locked onto an oncoming thug in the distance.

Swish!

Shen Qing suddenly released his fingers, the arrow flying swiftly like a bullet, slicing through the air.

The arrow struck precisely through the man's eye, blood splattering everywhere, causing him to fall to the ground, lifeless.

"Spread out, scatter, use serpentine movements, charge!"

Shen Qing, expressionless, continued to skillfully nock another arrow, let go, arrows flying in quick succession!

Pfft!

Pfft!

Pfft!

The people present, whether ordinary folks or those who had practiced martial arts, were either taken out with an arrow to the throat or shot through the head.

Even wearing thick clothing or practicing hard skills or using serpentine movements was to no avail.

These people were desperately trying to approach, but none could even touch a corner of Shen Qing's garment before falling midway.

Shen Qing's archery was unbelievably accurate, chilling everyone to the bone.

Having reached this point, the remaining courage of Zhao Ba's men, already sparse, crumbled completely.

"Run!"

Someone yelled out this word, attempting to escape.

They knew staying here meant only death.

But only a few words were spoken.

Pfft—several sounds indicated they were shot dead by Shen Qing, not even a chance to dodge.

Looking at the bodies scattered haphazardly across the hall, Shen Qing sighed deeply in his heart, "I did give them a chance, what a pity..."