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

In the dead of night, screams had ended before they even began.

After a rustling silence, the shantytown alleys once again returned to calm.

Dawn was breaking.

Wang Jia, a resident of the shantytown, left his home as usual to work as a laborer in the city.

He had been sleeping soundly these days.

Ever since the Hongshan Gang came to their area, someone patrolled at night, and the petty thieves had vanished without a trace.

He hadn't fought with the thieves for days, and he truly hoped that every day could be like this in the future.

Thinking thus, Wang Jia walked into the alley, and his face's happy expression came to an abrupt halt.

In front of him, dangling high up were the bodies of two individuals, big and small, swaying slowly in the cold wind, stiff as sticks.

Two copper gongs hung on their chests, with a blood-red character "death" written on them.

He recognized them, they were people from the Hongshan Gang.

"It's bad, it's really bad, something's happened!" Wang Jia stumbled backward, shouting loudly with a pale face.

...

Shen Qing was absorbed in practicing the Wind Blade Finger Killing Technique.

Under the guidance of Li Linfeng, his execution of the Wind Defying Finger moves was no longer rough but increasingly structured.

The subtlety of Wind Defying Finger not only lay in its astonishing power but also in its intangibility, its moves within no-moves.

Every encounter was based on the opponent's strength and characteristics, adjusting the angle and speed of the attack to go straight for the enemy's life.

The so-called killing techniques Li Linfeng taught him were to use different Martial Arts moves to continuously feed him attacks, to spar with him, and to deduce his own rules of killing techniques through real fights.

After practicing these days, Shen Qing, with his Never Forget Skill, had repeatedly recalled and practiced the moves Li Linfeng used in actual combat, becoming thoroughly familiar with them and making swift progress.

Just after finishing a counter-move, Shen Qing exhaled a breath of foul air, and someone knocked on his door.

"Who is it?"

"Qingzi, something's happened."

The speaker was his uncle, Shen Er, and Shen Qing stopped his stance to go forward and open the door.

At this moment, Uncle Shen Er's face was taut, with a layer of dark clouds seemingly spread across his brows.

"What happened?" Shen Qing asked.

"You should see for yourself."

Shen Qing frowned and waved his hand, "Let's go."

By the time he arrived, the place was already crowded with people.

"Qingzi is here, Qingzi has arrived."

Upon seeing him, someone made way for him to enter.

Inside were the big and small bodies, with two households encircling them, their faces mournful, crying silently.

He knew the deceased, the bigger one was a hunter from the Zhang Family, and the smaller was a young lad from the Wang Family, with only a fuzz of mustache on his lips.

"The people from the shantytown found them," said Zhang Baqing, producing a letter, "Qingzi, take a look at this."

Shen Qing took it and saw that it was from a ruffian named Eagle, filled with blatant threats.

In summary, three demands:

First, they must bow down and be submissive;

Second, they must pay up a hundred taels of gold;

Third, they must cede the territory of this part of the shantytown.

If they failed to meet these three demands, a few of them would be killed every day.

Today's incident was just an appetizer.

After reading, Shen Qing's face did not betray joy or sorrow as he asked, "Who is this Eagle?"

"These past few days, I had people scout the surrounding area. He's a rowdy from the North City district, cozying up to the Zhou Family. Recently, he's been showing up in West City, claiming dominance. I've heard his Kung Fu is incredibly advanced and that he has completed his stretching."

Zhang Baqing hadn't been idle these days either, often walking through the shantytowns to gather a good deal of intelligence, which now came in handy.

"Qingzi, should we not contact our adversaries and probe their depths?"

Shen Qing walked forward to close Niu Dan's eyes and looked at him, "If someone's already plunged a knife into your ass, do you still need to probe their depths?"

"One thing about me, I always believe in a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye. Whoever kills mine must be ready to be killed," Shen Qing stood up and asked, "Tell me where he lives?"

Zhang Baqing wanted to dissuade him further.

But Shen Qing glared at him, "Immediately, right now!"

Zhang Baqing immediately swallowed the words he wanted to say and answered truthfully, "He should be staying in Yanwei Lane right now."

"Fine! I'll take care of this."

Shen Qing went back inside the house, took out his bow and arrow and a long knife, and strapped them onto his body. Under everyone's watchful eyes, he slowly vanished from their sight.

He couldn't believe that with the Turtle Breath Technique, Blood Dominance Technique, and Wind Blade Finger Killing Technique all reinforcing him, he couldn't kill a Martial Master who had completed stretching.

With sheer numbers of local tyrants unknown, and countless individuals beneath them, they could not all be killed.

In such a situation, the best solution was to take care of the ones who stuck their heads out first.

First, to kill off this Eagle, and send him to heaven.

After Shen Qing left, the atmosphere became especially heavy and oppressive.

Tian Xiaohu, coming to his senses later, also hurriedly grabbed his bow and knife and followed.

Uncle Shen Er and Shen Xiaohu were close behind him.

Meanwhile, the families of the two households that had been killed didn't speak either, silently taking their knives and bows.

As if a chain reaction had occurred, other hunters in the neighborhood quietly took their hunting equipment and sharpened knives and followed in the direction Shen Qing had disappeared.

In the alley, Shen Qing was like a lead wolf, his eyes gleaming with ferocity as he moved forward slowly.

Behind him, the others were like a pack of wolves, coming one after another.

Every place they passed was filled with an atmosphere of impending death.

People living in the alley quickly locked their doors, only daring to peek out cautiously through their windows, taking brief glances from a distance.

Yanwei Lane was a bit of a walk from Shen Qing's location, but at least it was within the same district.

After about the time it takes to drink a pot of tea, Shen Qing had already arrived in the middle of Yanwei Lane.

A large compound presented itself before him.

The red doors were closed.

Outside, two petty rowdies sat at the doorway, playing with dice, laughing heartily.

Shen Qing stood outside the alley, running the Turtle Breath Technique, and approached the two silently.

By the time the two men felt something amiss and looked up, they were startled to find Shen Qing had already appeared before them, without them knowing when he had arrived.

Shen Qing spoke calmly, "Does the Eagle live here?"

"What do you want?" One of the petty rowdies glared at him and said, "You walk without a sound during broad daylight, scared the hell out of me."

"Living here is enough."

"Huh?"

While the two men were still unclear about the meaning of Shen Qing's words, they suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing in front of them.

Shen Qing's fingers on both hands inserted into their throats at almost an intricate angle.

He precisely targeted their windpipes and vocal cords with his fingers, preventing them from making the slightest sound.

Hearing footsteps from behind, Shen Qing glanced back and saw that Tian Xiaohu and the others had arrived.

Shen Qing nonchalantly threw the two men aside.

Tian Xiaohu and Uncle Shen Er got the message, covered the men's mouths, and with a slash, sent them to their deaths.

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