System: I Can Open Martial Arts Chests 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 erging 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 soone 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 ti, 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 extrely agile when Gentle executed them; clearly, it was the sa 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 i Qianluo any opportunity to gain distance.

His fad Flying Sparrow Fan and Withered Leaf Qianluo, refer to his unique iron fan skills and hidden weapon techniques, respectively.

But now, in this scene, i 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 i Qianluo.

If this were a public duel, i 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, i 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 i Qianluo.

It seed like i Qianluo would reach for the fan, and Gentle prepared her next move.

Unexpectedly, with a cracking sound, i 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.

i Qianluo’s two fingers instantly made a sound of bones cracking.

Gentle’s face didn’t show any joy; when things go awry, sothing strange must be afoot... these two fingers weren’t supposed to be a killing move, why did he make this strike?

Imdiately, 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, rely 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 ans..."

Gentle spoke these words with a calm deanor.

Apparently unfazed by her predicant.

i Qianluo flushed upon hearing this, and a sense of sha overwheld 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 sothing that cannot be known by others.

"Or else, the na i 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, seed slightly bewildered.

"Hmm? At a crucial mont, you still wish to deceive ?"

Seeing this simple-minded gaze, i 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 sothing 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.

He seed oblivious to i Qianluo and Gentle.

He walked to the assassin Gentle had killed with one hit and picked up his saber from the ground.

"Who are you..."

i Qianluo was montarily indecisive.

But before he could finish his sentence, he saw the young man’s stance change, swiftly advancing.

The saber, aggressive and formidable, went towards him with a bizarre motion.

The montum ruthless and decisive, unlike any conventional saber technique, left him clueless about how to dodge it effectively.

He dropped to the ground, rolling to desperately avoid the strike.

But when he managed to stand, he found his left arm bleeding heavily, with half of it severed on the ground.

i Qianluo’s face turned ashen, his steps unsteady as he backed away repeatedly in disbelief, looking at Chu Qing:

"Who are you?"

Chu Qing felt an unprecedented comfort.

Indeed, cutting limbs feels more natural with a saber.

He ignored i Qianluo and turned to Gentle:

"How’s it?"

The silver needle, concealed so skillfully by i Qianluo, was likely hidden in his sleeve, ejected from his wrist with inner strength between two fingers when Gentle hit them, delivering maximum harm in minimal distance.

Even Chu Qing, who had been observing the battle, had not noticed until Gentle was struck.

Upon realization, the needle had already poisoned Gentle.

"...I won’t die."

Gentle looked at Chu Qing with a peculiar gaze:

"Who are you?"

This was new!

Chu Qing was slightly surprised; did this girl not recognize him?

Wasn’t she able to identify people by sll?

Could it be that lately, because he’d bathed more frequently, the faint scent on him was too weak for her to distinguish?

But this didn’t make sense either...

The other day at the Chu Family, he also bathed before going.

Why was it possible then but not now?

Chu Qing pondered, suddenly feeling that the scent she ntioned might not have been bodily.

Could it be... the scent of inner strength?

After all, besides transforming the Ruo Xu Scripture into the Purple Mist and Void Scripture, nothing else had changed recently.

But if it really was so, it was more astonishing than a keen sense of sll.

Was she born with a unique gift, or had she cultivated so extraordinary martial art?

At this thought, Chu Qing rubbed his nose and smiled:

"Not telling you."

"???"

Question marks appeared in Gentle’s eyes, then she looked over at i Qianluo, speaking to Chu Qing:

"He ran away."

Chu Qing smiled upon hearing this, watching i Qianluo who had already climbed over the courtyard wall:

"Hmm, running is fine."

Gentle: "?"