Now, there's no need to hold back.
Run Sheng began to attack proactively. When there's an absolute gap in strength, even the most intricate moves beco aningless.
A single phrase, "Attack where the enemy must defend," allowed him to seize all the initiative.
Run Sheng swung down with the Yellow River Shovel, and the woman blocked with a duster, but with a "crack" sound, the duster broke, and the shovel landed on the woman's shoulder.
The woman let out a muffled groan and was forced to kneel on one knee.
This was already a result of Run Sheng holding back; otherwise, it would have been the sharp edge of the shovel hitting her instead of the flat side.
However, the kneeling woman did not give up resisting, as another duster swept towards Run Sheng's calf.
Run Sheng swiftly lifted his foot and then stomped down heavily, pinning the duster firmly underfoot.
The woman struggled to pull it away but couldn't free it.
What was coming next was another kick from Run Sheng.
"Bang!"
The woman's body flew backward.
While landing, she endured the intense pain to adjust her stance, attempting to stabilize herself, but she caught a glimpse of Run Sheng already charging rapidly towards her from the side.
Run Sheng's hand clamped onto the woman's neck, his rough palm like sandpaper, bringing discomfort along with a trendous force.
"Bang!"
The woman, her neck being seized, was slamd into the ground.
Instinctively, she still wanted to resist, but Run Sheng's knee pressed against her chest, and the edge of the Yellow River Shovel was positioned at her neck.
One more move, and she'd be dead!
The woman sneered coldly, the divination state ended, and she stopped struggling.
Yin ng: "Run Sheng has gotten stronger again."
Li Zhiyuan: "Don't you guys usually spar with each other?"
Yin ng: "We haven't trained together for a while, couldn't keep up with him."
Initially, Tan Wenbin, Yin ng, and Run Sheng would spar with each other every night in the fields behind Grandmaster's house.
The first to give up was Tan Wenbin. His halfway-learned skills were sufficient for the underworld but not at all impressive to real practitioners.
Later, Yin ng also gave up. Under Run Sheng's combined brute strength and skill, she couldn't withstand it anymore and simply faced reality, focusing on researching her poisons.
Li Zhiyuan ca over and said to Run Sheng, "Brother Runsheng, you've worked hard."
Run Sheng shook his head, "She's even weaker than Ah You when I first t him."
Both are Divination Children, belonging to the sa system of Yin God techniques, but the official had a relentless montum that this woman lacked.
Li Zhiyuan squatted down beside the woman and asked:
"Who did you just invite?"
The woman just continued to stare coldly at Li Zhiyuan without answering.
Li Zhiyuan wasn't annoyed, simply placing his finger at the bridge of the woman's nose, pinching the skin softly, and lifting it slightly.
If one could see Walking Yin at this mont, they'd notice a mass of black energy swirling at the boy's fingertip, indicating the activation of Fengdu's decree.
Yin Gods aren't ghosts, but certain traits are similar, and they can be captured using the sa thods.
The White Crane Child had continuously been frustrated in front of the boy because he was not a recognized successor of the Great Emperor, and the Yin Gods couldn't co and go invisibly before him.
The woman's heart was shocked, her eyes once again flashing red and black, albeit faintly, indicating the previously ended divination state was briefly summoned back.
Li Zhiyuan frowned slightly, as he couldn't analyze the specific entity from this residual power.
The woman's divination hadn't summoned a Yin God, just a chaotic mass of power projection.
The boy released his fingers, lightly tapping the woman's forehead with his palm.
"Slap!"
Her eyes returned to normal, but the coldness in her gaze towards the boy was replaced with fear.
She couldn't understand what kind of technique could so easily treat her proud cultivation technique as a toy.
Li Zhiyuan: "There seems to be a misunderstanding between us."
Then, Li Zhiyuan looked at Run Sheng.
Run Sheng: "She's as simple-minded as Ah You was back then."
The woman asked, "What... are you trying to say?"
Li Zhiyuan: "You set up the arrangent on Old Man Park's body, didn't you?"
The woman: "Yes, so kill or whatever, it's up to you!"
The woman once again assud a resigned expression.
Li Zhiyuan sighed. He truly disliked forcibly communicating with those who don't understand how to communicate. Forget it, he'll start slowly hypnotizing her.
A flick of the finger hit the woman's forehead, a reverberation spreading in her mind, dissipating the emotions she had just mustered, and fear once again appeared in her eyes.
"Why did you do it?"
"That old scumbag enticed and exploited young girls, leading to one's eventual suicide, he deserved it!"
Li Zhiyuan: "Why not call the police?"
The woman: "..."
The woman was bewildered, genuinely unable to comprehend why a boy with such formidable subordinates and terrifying skills himself would ask her such a "normal" question.
Li Zhiyuan asked again, "Why not call the police?"
The woman: "She had already committed suicide. One of the old n involved was arrested by the police and then died of a heart attack at the police station, and the matter was left unresolved after that."
Li Zhiyuan: "Evidence."
Woman: "I encountered the girl's resentful spirit, but her spirit couldn't enter the Nantong Territory; it seed like there was so kind of terrifying restriction here, or perhaps so... terrifying being."
Li Zhiyuan: "So you took action yourself?"
Woman: "Three old n, one died in the police station, I killed the other two, and this old Park was the ringleader. I wanted to ensure his descendants never find peace. Was I wrong?"
Li Zhiyuan: "I understand."
Woman: "You... understand?"
Li Zhiyuan: "What's your na?"
Woman: "Xin Jiyue."
Li Zhiyuan: "I'm not just asking your na."
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