Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 791: Chapter 651

Meng Qianqian curled her lips and sat down on the stone bench, "Alright, let me see how much your martial arts have improved."

"Sis, you better watch carefully!"

Tan’er charged at the assassin hiding in the garden.

Meng Lang lay on the tree, surprised, "Hey, are you really letting her go? How old is she?"

"Shut up!"

Tan’er kicked a stone flying.

Meng Lang took a punch in the stomach, then his nose got hit.

He clutched his bleeding nose, "Seriously... what did I do to deserve this?"

Meng Qianqian took a pack of dried sour apricots from her pouch, munched on them leisurely, and said nonchalantly, "If you keep pretending, you won’t even get a chance to make a move."

Meng Lang frowned and glanced toward the small garden.

He saw the young girl, not very old, yet her moves were quick and ruthless.

In just a moment, she had knocked down four Loulan assassins.

Tan’er said discontentedly, "Isn’t there anyone among you who can fight?"

In the night, there suddenly came a faint sound cutting through the air, as if muffled underwater.

Meng Lang’s eyes sharpened, and he darted out like an arrow released from a bowstring.

He plowed into Tan’er, embracing her head-on, and swiftly whisked her away from where she stood.

And right where Tan’er had stood, a Green Cloud Dart pierced through the stone, creating a hole in the faux rock hill!

Tan’er watched this scene, forgetting she was still in Meng Lang’s grip, and exclaimed with wide eyes, "Wow, what an amazing hidden weapon!"

Her eyes sparkled, she pressed her palms together beneath her chin, "I... I want it so bad——"

Meng Lang, still holding her, almost stumbled and fell.

"Talking about this... isn’t appropriate right now... you almost got your head pierced!"

Tan’er’s eyes shone brightly, nodding vigorously, "Appropriate, very appropriate!"

Meng Lang was speechless.

"Put me down!"

Tan’er said sternly.

"You wouldn’t actually try to steal it, would you? That person’s martial arts aren’t comparable to those ordinary assassins from before!"

"Stop nagging, are you a man or what!"

"Ugh——"

Meng Lang was sent flying by Tan’er’s left hook.

Tan’er showed no mercy toward him; given his trick of throwing an embroidered ball to choose a husband, she thought he deserved every punch.

Luckily, this time Meng Lang no longer hid his martial arts. After flying backward, he flipped in mid-air and landed steadily on one knee at the east side of the small garden.

He stood up facing the moonlight, his eyes coldly gazing at the two tangled in combat in the dark night.

Tan’er didn’t use any weapons, relying solely on her fists.

At some point, a pair of formidable gloves had appeared on her hands, allowing her to catch sharp blades bare-handed.

Several times she grabbed the Cloud-piercing Dart without a scratch on her skin.

"Nice stuff indeed."

He said.

"Give me your Cloud-piercing Dart!"

Tan’er attempted to snatch the dart with her bare hands.

The person’s stature wasn’t burly, and his face was painted with strange totems in vermillion, exuding an eerie, dangerous aura.

"You can’t take it this way."

Meng Lang said.

Sure enough, the Cloud-piercing Dart slipped away from Tan’er’s grasp again.

Tan’er fumed, "Then you say, how do I take it?"

Meng Lang smirked, "Use cunning."

Tan’er asked, "How do you use cunning?"

"For example——"

Meng Lang elongated his tone, infused his lower body with inner strength, and sprang up, crashing into the opponent like a cannonball and smashing his fist into the opponent’s chest!

The opponent blocked with a palm, forced to slide back a yard on the ground!

Tan’er snorted, "Still using fists?"

No sooner had she spoken than the opponent’s body wobbled.

Tan’er widened her eyes, "Huh? What’s happening?"

Meng Lang smiled triumphantly, "Didn’t your sister teach you the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles?"

Tan’er suspiciously tilted her head, "You’re using... the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles?"

Meng Lang showed his clenched fist to Tan’er.

Only then did Tan’er realize, hidden between his fingers was a silver needle.

"This is what you call cunning?"

Meng Lang raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Learned it, right?"

Tan’er’s eyes flashed with killing intent, "You secretly learned my sister’s Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles?!"

Meng Lang’s mouth twitched, "Hey! You’re putting a label on me again? Are you deliberately targeting me?"

"Of course, yes!"

Tan’er lifted her leg high and delivered a knee strike to Meng Lang’s chest.

Meng Lang hurriedly dodged to the side, slipping to the assassin’s side.

Seeing this, the assassin backhandedly flung a Cloud-piercing Dart, almost piercing his right arm.

Meng Lang dodged one attack after another and leapt onto a tree, panting like an ox.

He gritted his teeth and glared at Tan’er, "Are you kidding me? The enemy is right here, and you’re fighting me instead? "

Meng Qianqian tapped her fingers against the table and spoke softly, "Tan’er, that’s enough."

"Understood!"