Chapter 131 Twelve-Way Tan Leg

"Twelve Road Tan Legs?"

As soon as Ning Beichen saw her move, he recognized it.

"You're discerning enough. Take this!"

The woman snorted coldly and continued to use Twelve Road Tan Legs on Ning Beichen.

*Crack.*

With one kick, she shattered a football-sized stone on the ground, yet her foot was unharmed.

Ning Beichen, meanwhile, had been purely on the defensive, dodging and evading, without any counter-attack.

It wasn't that he couldn't retaliate, but rather that he intended to gauge the power of her Twelve Road Tan Legs.

As the saying goes, a true expert reveals their skill upon their first move.

Witnessing the power of her Tan Legs, Ning Beichen concluded that she must be from an ancient sect or a genuine descendant of the Tan family's leg techniques.

While there were many so-called inheritors of Twelve Road Tan Legs on the market today, most of their techniques were mere posturing, lacking the true essence of the art.

Twelve Road Tan Legs required the accompanying Tan family's internal cultivation methods to unleash its full power; otherwise, one would only grasp the form without the spirit.

Ning Beichen held the bath towel tightly, his feet nimble as he dodged on the ground. He was concerned that any large movement might cause the towel to slip, as he had no perverse desire to offer a free show.

However, the woman paid no heed. Closing in on Ning Beichen, she suddenly leaped into the air and delivered five rapid kicks towards him.

Then, with a backflip, she landed as lightly as a swallow on a nearby trash can. Standing on one leg, with her left foot raised high, she placed her right palm on the inner joint of her upper left arm.

Ning Beichen had also created some distance. He quickly tied a secure knot in the bath towel, making it look like he was wearing a white skirt.

"Pah! Shameless scoundrel."

The woman averted her gaze and spat at Ning Beichen.

"You have no manners, Auntie. Who was it that threw things at me in the middle of the night? And you have the nerve to criticize others?"

Feeling secure that the towel wouldn't fall, Ning Beichen grinned at her.

"You want to die, calling me Auntie!"

The woman trembled with rage at Ning Beichen's repeated use of "Auntie."

She was unmarried and only twenty-five years old; how could she possibly be considered an aunt?

"Fine, then I'll call you little sister. Little sister, what brings you here in the dead of night? If you're looking for a man to play with, then I'm sorry, I don't like feisty little chilies like you."

Ning Beichen was clearly teasing her. He didn't believe for a moment that she had come in the middle of the night to throw darts at him with good intentions.

"Shameless! Take this."

The woman pushed off the trash can with her feet and lunged towards Ning Beichen, her legs flying like ripples on water.

This time, Ning Beichen didn't dodge or retreat. He stepped forward, flicked his right hand, and with what seemed like an inherent rhythm in his arm, struck her leg.

The woman let out a pained groan, but her other leg still swept towards Ning Beichen.

Ning Beichen flicked her leg again.

The woman grunted more loudly this time and, with a backward somersault, landed with her legs trembling.

Her pants obscured the area, but a deep bruise was already forming where Ning Beichen had struck her leg.

At this very moment, Feng Wu suddenly appeared before Ning Beichen, gun in hand, and pointed it at the woman's head.

"Feng Wu, I can handle this woman. You can go back," Ning Beichen said to her.

Without hesitation, Feng Wu nodded and vanished as quickly as she had appeared, as if she had never been there.

"Still want to try?"

After Feng Wu left, Ning Beichen looked at the woman and asked.

The woman roared and, enduring the pain in her legs, attacked Ning Beichen again.

"Your Twelve Road Tan Legs are quite authentic, but the moves are a bit rigid. They might pass in a sparring match with your own people, but in combat, there are over a hundred ways to cripple your legs."

Ning Beichen effortlessly blocked her Tan Legs while lecturing her.

"Take this 'Lion Plays with Water' kick, for instance. You completely lack the fluidity of a lion playing, looking more like a clumsy bull wallowing in mud."

"Breaking it is simple. Watch."

Ning Beichen delivered a palm strike to her thigh, sending the woman flying and crashing heavily to the ground.

"Nonsense!"

Unconvinced, the woman quickly scrambled to her feet. This time, she launched into "Nine Road Dragon Seizes Jade Belt" against Ning Beichen, her legs whipping through the air with sonic booms.

"Little sister, do you know what 'Nine Road Dragon Seizes' means?"

"It seems you don't."

"Watch how I break your Tan Legs."

Ning Beichen, with ease and simplicity, simply raised his arm and deflected her "Nine Road Dragon Seizes Jade Belt." In fact, she never got the chance to execute the full technique before Ning Beichen interrupted it.

"Oh, your 'Eleven Road Wind Sweeps Lotus Leaves' is quite good, but still not perfect."

As Ning Beichen spoke, he suddenly slapped her across the face with a loud *crack*, leaving a red handprint on her cheek.

The blow sent her spinning several times, leaving her seeing stars and swaying unsteadily, unable to stand.

Though Ning Beichen lectured, his strikes were merciless.

However, it couldn't be said he wasn't holding back; if he hadn't, this woman who practiced Tan Legs would have long since been sent to the underworld.

A mouthful of blood spurted from the woman's mouth. It was unclear whether she was injured or simply enraged.

"Little sister, you are no match for me. You should leave and not get involved in this mess. I went easy on you because your darts didn't seem intended to kill. If you act like this again, don't blame me for being impolite."

Ning Beichen told her.

As Ning Beichen was about to leave, the woman, unwilling to accept defeat, asked, "Did you kill my junior brother?"

Ning Beichen stopped, turned back, and looked at her. After a moment's thought, he replied,

"I don't know who your junior brother is. Besides you, I haven't encountered anyone who practices Tan Legs. However, if your junior brother was an assassin, it's possible he was eliminated by me or one of my subordinates."

"Once one is labeled an assassin, it's a path of no return; you either die today or tomorrow. You are foolish. If your junior brother was an assassin, then you shouldn't have come seeking revenge for him, as the karma lies with him. Little sister, take care of yourself."

With that, Ning Beichen turned and walked away without looking back.