As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

In the Old Snake Gang's backyard, Jiang Ming was hiding on a roof, looking down at the scene below.

"Four second-class martial artists, huh? It seems like they've been waiting for this day as well," Jiang Ming thought. "The technique he has is a rare first-class technique. Even if an ordinary second-class martial artist joins a first-class force, it's difficult to acquire it."

Naturally, he had to seize the great opportunity today.

He was familiar with these second-class martial artists. After all, he was in Tiger Hunting Village and often sent prey to various martial arts forces. He had seen many martial artists before. Second-class martial artists were also rare in major forces, so he naturally remembered them clearly.

"I wonder if there are others like me who are still wandering about," Jiang Ming muttered internally, but it did not matter. When the time came, he would make an appearance, do his work, and leave, not giving anyone a chance to react.

"Mo Tai, He Lin, Wang Li, and Tong He...!" Below them, Duan Zhenwu's eyes were like an eagle's, and he swept his gaze across them fiercely. "They're all the Old Snake Gang's enemies. If I can kill all of you today, I won't lose anything!"

"Hahaha! Master Duan, when you annihilated my sect back then, did you ever think that I would come to seek revenge today?" The first person who attacked Duan Zhenwu laughed loudly, but his eyes were full of hatred.

Duan Zhenwu looked at the four second-class martial artists with a slightly sunken gaze. Even if he were at the peak of second class, his blood Qi was limited. Moreover, he was old and had failed to break through to first-class several times. Thus, his blood Qi began to decline.

The two blows he had received just now had already caused his blood Qi to surge, and he had consumed a lot of it. It was probably impossible for him to escape unscathed, but before he died, he had to take a few down with him.

"Mo Tai, stop joking. What revenge? You guys came to hunt me down for this, didn't you?"

Duan Zhenwu smiled slowly and took out a book from his pocket. "The Flowing Cloud Technique is a martial arts technique that leads directly to the first class. I believe everyone wants it. But there's only one manual, so who do you think I should give it to?"

As he spoke, he looked at them with an evil smile.

Their expressions changed slightly. Mo Tai immediately shouted in a deep voice, "Don't listen to him trying to sow discord. Let's join forces to kill him. We can copy each other's books. Don't mess up!"

"If we can't kill him, he'll hunt us down in the future. Let's go!" He Lin said coldly. He was the first to charge forward and attack Duan Zhenwu.

The others attacked from different directions at the same time, limiting Duan Zhenwu's movement.

However, Duan Zhenwu snorted coldly and threw the book at Mo Tai while he went up to He Lin. With a loud roar, his eyes widened in anger, and his arm shot out. He struck out with his palm and collided with He Lin's fist.

He Lin's arm suddenly twisted, blood spurted out, and his bones shattered into shards that flew everywhere. Duan Zhenwu took the opportunity to close in and hit his chest with his palm again, causing his chest to cave in and he died on the spot.

At Duan Zhenwu's side, Tong He's fist came close and smashed onto his side. With a crack, his ribs were broken.

Duan Zhenwu staggered backward and stood still, panting heavily. He had used all his strength to kill a second-class martial artist with a thunderous momentum, but his blood Qi had diminished by a third. He had also been punched in the side, and his strength had dropped greatly.

Jiang Ming glanced at the other side. Mo Tai and Wang Li had turned around halfway and were trying to grab the book at the same time.

Otherwise, Duan Zhenwu would not have been so arrogant as to chase after He Lin with his back exposed.

At this moment, Mo Tai and the other man also grabbed the book. They tore the book in half, holding a side each.

"Eh? You tricked me!"

Mo Tai lowered his head and took a glance. He was instantly infuriated. It was a poetry collection.

Duan Zhenwu laughed. How stupid!

"You're looking for death!" Mo Tai and Wang Li were enraged. They shouted and rushed over at the same time.

However, a trace of viciousness flashed in Duan Zhenwu's eyes. He suddenly stretched out his arms, and hundreds of fine needles shot out from his sleeves!

The silver needles flew out. Mo Tai and the other man did not have a chance to react before they were shot.

The two of them were disdainful. Although these flying needles were sinister, to second-class martial artists who were invulnerable to blades and spears, they were no different from a mosquito bite.

The silver needles fell to the ground after hitting the two of them. Mo Tai and Wang Li paused for a moment before they surrounded him again.

In an instant, Duan Zhenwu was in a difficult position. In addition, the consumption of his blood Qi was getting greater and greater. There were many wounds on his body, and one of his legs was broken.

However, in just a moment, Mo Tai's body suddenly went limp. Duan Zhenwu's punch hit his head directly, and he died immediately.

"The silver needles are poisonous!" Wang Li immediately reacted and exclaimed.

"It's too late." Duan Zhenwu laughed hideously as he panted heavily. He was a dignified second-class martial artist. How could his trump card be so simple?

The intoxicating powder on the silver needles dissolved into the body upon contact, and even a second-class martial artist could not defend against it.

Wang Li's whole body went limp. He watched helplessly as Duan Zhenwu rushed over and killed him instantly.

In an instant, only Tong He was left among the four experts who had attacked Duan Zhenwu.

However, Tong He's face was filled with joy. Duan Zhenwu's injuries were severe, and his blood Qi was almost depleted. As long as he was careful, he would definitely be the survivor.

Suddenly, they heard footsteps.

"Who is it?" He turned around.

He saw a fierce-looking brawny man with a long saber in his hand walking over step by step.

"Zhang Shan!" the burly man said coldly.

"What? You're Zhang Shan?" Tong He's expression changed slightly. He knew that this person did not care about his life and was someone who was bold enough to kill the Shi family's young master.

"Duan Zhenwu's head and belongings are mine!" The brawny man arrogantly pointed the tip of his saber at Duan Zhenwu.

"Your tone is a little too arrogant." Tong He's face darkened.

Duan Zhenwu was also so angry that he laughed. "Kill me? In your dreams!"

"You're too noisy!" the burly man sneered.

His blood Qi surged, and in an instant, an aura that made Duan Zhenwu and Tong He's hearts palpitate exploded. A blood mist rose from the surface of his body, slowly condensing toward the blade like a cloud.

"The Blood-Burning Saber Technique?" Tong He cried out in shock. He clearly recognized this forbidden technique.

"This person is crazy!" The two of them had the same thought.

The brawny man had already raised his saber and leaped into the air. He burst out with amazing speed and power and slashed at Duan Zhenwu.

"F*ck, you're crazy!" Duan Zhenwu wanted to curse and dodged with all his might.

The long knife cut the bluestone floor, leaving a ditch as wide as a person on the spot. The aftershock alone hurt Duan Zhenwu's internal organs and caused him to spit out blood.

"Fortunately, this fellow is stupid. Using a forbidden technique won't help him!"

Duan Zhenwu's face was as pale as a sheet of paper, but he rejoiced internally.

However, before he could think further, he felt the terrifying aura behind him rise again.

He turned his head in shock and saw that Zhang Shan, who was covered in blood, had actually used the Blood-Burning Saber Technique for the second time. He was coming towards him with a fierce expression.

"What enmity do I have with you…"

This was Duan Zhenwu's last thought before he died.