Silver obediently opened its mouth, and the hen, once freed, was about to continue attacking. Banxia lashed it unconscious with a vine whip and casually tossed it into the mutated pheasant area.

She looked at Nanxing: "Honey, it's your turn next."

Nanxing tightened his grip on the knife: "Wife, as long as I'm not fatally wounded, don't help me."

Banxia paused for a moment, then said, "Okay."

He was focused on becoming stronger, and all she could do was support him.

Nanxing took a deep breath and walked into the martial arts arena that Banxia had temporarily set up.

The second hen had just witnessed her kind being abused and was in a foul mood.

As soon as Nanxing stepped into the training ground, the second hen charged over aggressively.

As it charged, it fanned itself with its wings, trying to obstruct the other's view with the mud and sand on the ground.

However, the space was filled with damp black soil, so the fanning was in vain.

Nanxing dodged the sharp beak by sidestepping and slashed at the wing of the second hen.

The hen, in pain, flapped its wings and flew up, stretching out its sharp claws like an eagle to grab Nanxing's head and face.

Banxia was startled, and the vines in her palm grew wildly, about to rush out, but remembering what Nanxing had said, she forcibly pulled them back into her body.

Nanxing rolled away to dodge and stabbed the hen in the belly with his knife.

The hen, being large, was pricked squarely, her eyes turned red, and she stretched out her wings to flap at Nanxing.

Nanxing was immediately sent flying two meters away, his arm and cheek were scratched by feathers, and bright red blood kept oozing out.

He quickly got up, held the knife in front of him to block the second hen's attack, and seized the opportunity to counterattack.

Banxia clenched her fists, afraid that she would lose control of the vines in her palms.

About twenty minutes later, Nanxing knocked the hen unconscious.

He smiled at Banxia and said, "Wife, I won."

Nanxing's face was red and swollen, making his smile look somewhat distorted.

Banxia ran over and hugged him without caring at all. Her hair instantly transformed into countless vines, which wrapped around his body to heal his wounds.

Nanxing stroked her hair and asked curiously, "Wife, why can your hair turn into vines? Is it different from the hair in my palm?"

Banxia shook her head: "There is no difference, it's just that most people with superpowers are used to using their hands to unleash their abilities."

She turned her hair into vines simply because she had more hair and could do more work.