Chen Chun rubbed his eyes with his hands, looking at Qin An standing in the clearing, his mind swirling with various thoughts.
Then, the multitude of thoughts intertwined, converging into a sense of helplessness.
"Heaven wants to destroy me!"
After leaving Ding County, he hid among the common people, watching as he left Ding County, never expecting to be caught by the Eagle Demon.
Realizing the slim chances of survival, Chen Chun felt despondent, but considered that he might be able to use Qin An as a backup plan, playing a game of deception with the Eagle Demon to find a chance to escape.
However, never did he expect Qin An to be here too.
Now, this backup plan was completely cut off.
The Eagle Eight Master took in Chen Chun's expression, drained the blood wine in his cup, and drew the crescent-moon saber from his waist: "Is he your backup plan?"
Chen Chun remained silent, not answering.
The Eagle Eight Master pointed at Qin An, his eyes as cold as water: "Hey kid, hand over the evidence, and when I make fine wine out of you, I'll make sure you feel less pain."
The other Eagle Demons, seeing this, shouted in unison.
"Brat, hand over the evidence, so we can feast on it."
The evil Qi surged skywards, and the wild prairie was filled with a rancid, nauseating stench.
Mr. Zheng proudly said, "Qin An, today you are likely to die here."
With the Eagle Eight Master by his side, he was quite confident.
Feiyun Gorge had a collaboration with the yamen, more than enough to ensure his safety.
Qin An retorted with disdain, "You beasts, why mimic humans and shout insults before the fight?"
Beasts hate nothing more than being called beasts by others.
With these words, the Eagle Eight Master sneered coldly and charged toward Qin An with a few leaps.
Standing two zhang tall, each of his steps was equivalent to several of others.
The distance between both sides wasn't far; in a few breaths, he was in front of Qin An.
Chen Chun sighed, "It's just fate."
He knew Qin An had a good comprehension of saber skills, but having technique without martial prowess, he was ultimately just an ordinary Qi Storage Realm practitioner.
Even as someone who reached Small Success in the Qi Storage Realm, he was no match for the Eagle Eight Master, so how could Qin An win?
Luckily, there would be company when buried in the Eagle Demon's belly.
The clamor of the Eagle Demons suddenly ceased.
Chen Chun was slightly startled, his thoughts interrupted.
These Eagle Demons usually love to mimic humans' pre-battle taunts, buzzing like flies; why did they suddenly stop today?
Instinctively turning his head, Chen Chun saw Mr. Zheng and the constables trembling, their whole bodies shaking like a sieve as they stared ahead.
What was in front?
Following their gaze, Chen Chun witnessed something unbelievable.
The Eagle Eight Master swung his crescent-moon saber in broad strokes, continuously clashing with Qin An, the clashes numbering over a hundred in just a few breaths.
Qin An wielded a sharp knife, with cold air swirling around it; even under the sunlight, it exuded a chilling aura.
"Does he have a Heart Method?"
Though Chen Chun was an undercover agent of the Evil Extermination Bureau, his vision was not lacking.
The cold aura was a special effect of the Heart Method, which he was well aware of.
But how, in such a short time, had Qin An cultivated the Heart Method to this level?
A genius?
Could he really be a genius?
Several notions surfaced in Chen Chun's mind.
Mr. Zheng and the constables felt a chill in their hearts.
They had expected Qin An to hold on for a while, but never that he and the Eagle Eight Master would be evenly matched, which terrified them.
Beads of sweat rolled down the Eagle Eight Master's forehead.
Every clash between the crescent-moon saber and the sharp knife brought a surge of cold air that made his limbs shiver along with the saber.
If the battle were prolonged, the situation could change unfavorably.
"Zheng, bastard, hurry and help Master Eight; if Master Eight loses, can you escape?"
"This little brat only has an impressive saber skill; Master Eight can bind his sharp knife, and you all help cut off his head."
The Eagle Eight Master took a moment to shout.
Mr. Zheng snapped back, gritting his teeth, and drew the long knife from his waist.
Though bullying commoners had dulled his edge, he was still born of the martial world and knew the grave consequence.
If Qin An didn't die, they would.
"Little brats, with Master Eight holding Qin An's sharp knife, take his head!" Mr. Zheng roared.
The other constables' scalps tingled, but understanding the dire situation, they followed behind Mr. Zheng to charge.
Seeing this, Chen Chun angrily shouted, "Shameless people, Qin An, run!"
By now, he realized Qin An was monstrously talented yet knew that Qin An only excelled in Wind-breaking Saber Skill. If Eagle Eight Master tied down the Wind-breaking Saber Skill, there was only death awaiting Qin An.
Looking at the attacking constables, Qin An remained calm, with a slight sneer on his lips.
The Eagle Eight Master's crescent-moon saber shifted its moves, not attacking frantically but entangling Qin An's sharp knife like a quagmire.
He heard the noises behind, knowing Mr. Zheng and others advanced, so he only needed to bind Qin An's sharp knife.
But at this moment, a sound of wind arose.
Turning his head, the Eagle Eight Master saw Qin An's fist magnifying before him.
"Boom!"
The sound of a boom echoed, and a deep pit appeared on the Eagle Eight Master's head as he flew backward.
Yet before he could be flung away, Qin An grabbed him with a reverse hand and hurled him harshly to the ground.
Qin An lifted his foot to step on the Eagle Eight Master's chest, his punches getting faster and faster.
The Eagle Eight Master's beak broke into two halves, feeling as if Qin An's fists weighed a thousand pounds.
"Why didn't you use such a fist technique?"
Puzzlement bubbled, and his consciousness began to fade.
After twitching twice, the Eagle Eight Master's head turned to mush, the corpse slightly cold.
Chen Chun was stunned; he felt Qin An's fist technique was strangely familiar.
"Isn't this the Mountain-Picking Fist?"
He was sure this was the Mountain-Picking Fist that was so common in Lingzhou.
When did Qin An learn such a highly restrictive fist technique?
Watching Mr. Zheng and others approaching, Qin An charged at them with large strides.
"Just now, you were too far, hard to chase."
"I just brought you closer."
"Now it's much easier to kill."
The sharp knife went from top to bottom, stabbing toward Mr. Zheng's chest.
Mr. Zheng felt his hair stand on end, pulling a constable to shield his chest.
The sharp knife pierced through the constable's chest, who looked at Mr. Zheng in disbelief.
The leader who promised to face adversity together now seemed like a completely different person.
Mr. Zheng didn't bother about this, constantly grabbing nearby constables and throwing them at Qin An while retreating swiftly.
Afraid of retreating too slowly and getting caught by Qin An and torn apart.
This group of constables, few had entered the Qi Storage realm, they were nothing more than ordinary people with some skills.
Expressionless, Qin An killed them all swiftly, one by one in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, Mr. Zheng was in utter despair, for he only managed to run over ten meters.
"Clang!"
Mr. Zheng drew his long knife, his tone becoming extremely humble: "Qin An, spare me, it's all Mr. Wang's doing; if you spare me, I will give you this saber skill, and the body technique I just bought from Lingzhou."
Two books appeared in Mr. Zheng's hand.
Seeing this, Qin An's eyes lit up slightly.
Mr. Zheng thought Qin An would spare him, and felt relieved.
Qin An's figure flashed, arriving before Mr. Zheng, unleashing the Mountain-Picking Fist, punching toward Mr. Zheng's face.
"Ridiculous, killing you, everything is mine."