The middle-aged man was dumbfounded to see that the little monk was still able to dodge attacks and was able to match the lanky man's movement. They were certain that the little monk was not a cultivator. Yet, the movements and skills he exhibited obviously prove otherwise.
"Bam!"
Both Tang Ning and the lanky man made their moves at the same time, and their energies collided. The lanky man had a sturdy foundation and remained steady. Tang Ning, on the other hand, was pushed back more than a meter by the force of the attack. Her lips had started to turn blue, a prominent symptom of poisoning. Beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, but she clenched her teeth and endured the pain.
Tang Ning was waiting for the medicine to take effect. That would be her lifeline, her only chance to live.
Advanced martial arts.
The lanky man had been observing the little monk, and his eyes lit up when he finally recognized the little monk's techniques. A desire began to grow in him as he pondered. Although this little monk had no cultivation, he was skilled in his combat and martial arts. Judging from the techniques the little monk displayed while dueling with him, the little monk's skills were definitely at an advanced level.
If only he could acquire such advanced skills, then…
Thinking about this, the lanky man's eyes fell on the little monk's waist. It was evident that he had hidden something there.
In a flash, the lanky man bolted towards the little monk. But just as he was about to gather his energy to strike his opponent, he felt something strange. It was as if his soul force was flowing outwards from his body and rapidly depleting. He was dumbfounded, as he halted his attack mid-way and stood where he was, paralyzed with fear.
Tang Ning saw an opportunity and lunged forward at the lanky man. She pulled the poisoned sleeve arrow from her arm and plunged it deep into the lanky man's neck.
"Ahhh…"
A sharp and blood-curdling scream rang through the air. The lanky man, who was already in a state of disbelief when he felt his soul force energy was depleting, now widened his eyes even more at the little monk. His entire body stiffened from the pain.
He never imagined that as a Stage 5 Qi Cultivator, he would be so easily rivaled by a little monk.
"You… You…"
The middle-aged man, who had been observing the events, was flabbergasted at the turn of events before him. Before he could get a chance to aid the lanky man, he watched the lanky man collapse to the ground.
The Second Master was just as stunned, his eyes bulging incredulously. He could not believe that a Stage 5 Qi Cultivator had been killed just like that by a little monk.
Ignoring the stupified expressions on the face of the Second Master and the middle-aged man, Tang Ning took this chance to search the lanky man's body for the antidote and swallowed it immediately.
When the Second Master recovered his senses, he pushed the middle-aged man forward and roared, "Kill him!"
After consuming the antidote, Tang Ning picked up her dagger and turned towards the two men, her eyes filled with a murderous look. After all, she never intended to spare their lives.
Fortunately, she had already consumed the medicine she blended from the herbs she bought at Hundred Herbs Tower. Otherwise, she would be dead by now.
Nevertheless, the fast effect of the medicine was only because the lanky man generated his soul force energy. On the other hand, the middle-aged man had been observing all this while and did not generate any energy. This meant that only half of the medicine had taken effect.
Tang Ning gripped her dagger tightly and was conscious of the situation. Earlier on, without the soul force energy protecting her, her body had suffered a powerful blow. The organs and vital parts of her body were in pain and weakened from the poison of the sleeve arrow.
Although she had consumed the antidote, she doubted that her body would have the endurance for a long-drawn battle at this moment.
However, she had stubbornly decided, and with a dagger in hand, walked towards the two men.
"Kill him! I said, kill him!" Seeing that the little monk was approaching with her dagger, the Second Master leaned against the wall and moved backward, his face filled with visible panic.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man lurched forward to block the little monk's way. He curled his hand like a claw, and like a ferocious monster, grabbed the little monk's throat.