Chapter 42: Chapter 42: Who Are You? In the blink of an eye, these two people started fighting in the courtyard.
Both sides exchanged rapid strikes, with lethal attacks emerging in a confined space.
Chu Qing watched expectantly, hoping that the Celestial Dance Guard would patrol here and drive away these two people fighting in someone else’s courtyard.
However, the location he chose was quite secluded, and it’s impossible for the Celestial Dance Guard, while patrolling the entire city, to cover every corner.
During their struggle, neither of them used any overwhelmingly powerful techniques, so even after battling for a long time, no one detected anything unusual.
This fight also allowed Chu Qing to see how capable Gentle was.
Her martial arts still fell within the scope of the Taiyi Sect, and she handled the three major secret techniques of the Taiyi Sect with ease.
However, the martial arts that were fierce and unrivaled in Chu Fan’s hands appeared either ethereal and unfathomable or extremely agile when Gentle executed them; clearly, it was the same martial art, but when wielded by her, produced entirely different effects.
Besides, she mastered a brilliant finger technique, which she seamlessly integrated among the three secret techniques, often catching her opponent off guard.
As a result, until now, she and the third leader of the Divine Sand Gang remained evenly matched.
However, this was mainly because, since the start of the battle, Gentle hadn’t given Mei Qianluo any opportunity to gain distance.
His famed Flying Sparrow Fan and Withered Leaf Qianluo, refer to his unique iron fan skills and hidden weapon techniques, respectively.
But now, in this scene, Mei Qianluo couldn’t deploy his hidden weapon techniques at all, being too close for him to act.
Moreover, the original iron fan was too conspicuous, and he had switched to a folding fan tonight, drastically reducing its potency.
However, speaking of it, one was an experienced elder of the martial world, and the other, a young new talent; reaching a stalemate was already a significant loss for Mei Qianluo.
If this were a public duel, Mei Qianluo would surely not have the face to continue fighting against Gentle.
But tonight’s situation was different, a life-and-death struggle where seniority was irrelevant, judged only by survival and not by victory or defeat!
Suddenly, Mei Qianluo raised his head, flicked his wrist, and threw his folding fan, producing a rattling sound as it flew out of his hand.
Gentle waved her hand, causing the folding fan to circle around her.
Ultimately, it returned to land before Mei Qianluo.
It seemed like Mei Qianluo would reach for the fan, and Gentle prepared her next move.
Unexpectedly, with a cracking sound, Mei Qianluo’s two fingers snapped the fan into pieces, aiming to surprise Gentle and strike her shoulder.
Gentle, unfazed by the sudden situation, smoothly shifted her stance and launched a punch precisely blocking those two fingers.
A crack was heard.
Mei Qianluo’s two fingers instantly made a sound of bones cracking.
Gentle’s face didn’t show any joy; when things go awry, something strange must be afoot... these two fingers weren’t supposed to be a killing move, why did he make this strike?
Immediately, her expression changed, and she let out a muffled groan, as her body staggered backward.
Upon inspecting her fist, she found a thin, long silver needle embedded in it.
The silver needle had been poisoned, and her pale hand back had turned black.
Gentle’s expression remained largely unchanged, merely a slight eyebrow furrow; she pressed two fingers of her left hand onto the Quchi point of her right arm.
With a surge of inner breath, a whizzing sound followed as the silver needle in her palm flew out.
"Though you are considered a senior in the martial world, you resort to such despicable means..."
Gentle spoke these words with a calm demeanor.
Apparently unfazed by her predicament.
Mei Qianluo flushed upon hearing this, and a sense of shame overwhelmed him.
"The things we are planning are of great importance, leaving no room for error.
"At such a young age, you possess such martial skills; in ten years, I fear I won’t even be worthy of carrying your shoes...
"It’s a pity that you don’t have ten years to wait.
"Today, it was inappropriate to bully the young, and using the poison of the silver needle to harm you is something that cannot be known by others.
"Or else, the name Mei Qianluo would be ridiculed."
"Luckily, as long as you’re dead, none of this will be known."
As he said this, he stepped forward, poised to crush Gentle’s skull with inner strength in his palm.
But as his hand was raised high, he found Gentle looking behind him.
Her eyes, light and gentle, seemed slightly bewildered.
"Hmm? At a crucial moment, you still wish to deceive me?"
Seeing this simple-minded gaze, Mei Qianluo recalled how Gentle once tricked him into revealing his identity.
How could he fall for it now?
He was about to bring his palm down when suddenly he felt something amiss behind him.
He quickly turned around to see that a door, previously shut, had unknowingly opened.
A young man in coarse clothing had already stepped out.