The man was amazed by An Moxue's rapid progress and reckless fighting style, and wanted to finish the battle quickly.

An Moxue didn't think so. She had finally found a free sparring partner, so how could she let it go?

Besides, if you want it to end sooner, you can either sprinkle some powder or fire a shot; either way works.

"Hey, you old geezer, have you been spying on me for days? These old men these days are really getting more and more shameless. Look at your face! We all have the same eyes, nose, and mouth, but other people, even if they're not exactly handsome, at least have regular features. And look at you, with your shifty eyes and sneaky features. You don't look like a good person at all. People say your appearance reflects your heart, and I think that's perfectly true in you. You don't look like a good person at all. How many wicked things have you done?"

An Moxue started muttering to herself again, and instead of just attacking, she began to defend. In her heart, she cursed silently, "Damn it, it hurts so much!"

When An Moxue cultivated her inner strength to the fourth level, the most obvious improvement was her increased speed. She now had more defensive capabilities when dealing with enemies and no longer relied solely on reckless fighting.

The man was furious with An Moxue. He thought to himself, "How can this little brat have such a sharp tongue!"

Unable to argue with her, the man was enraged and unleashed a torrent of vicious punches and kicks, each strike ruthless and merciless, as if he wanted nothing more than to knock her down in an instant.

"No way! No way! I was right! What wicked thing have you done that could implicate your parents and descendants? You're clearly just angry and ashamed, and you're feeling guilty! This is outrageous! I'm going to arrest you and hand you over to the authorities!"

"Shut up! You little brat, you don't know what's good for you," the man said angrily.

He threw a straight punch, but An Moxue did a side somersault and slashed with her knife, which the man barely dodged.

Suddenly, she heard two little ones crying out, "Awoo! Awoo!"

That's about it. Her internal energy has reached the fourth level, and her cultivation has been stabilized. The two little ones have also arrived. An Moxue felt it was time to wrap things up. It was just a bit of a pity about her sparring partner. If it were a real fight, An Moxue wasn't sure if she could beat her. But alas, she didn't care!

She seized the opportunity, moved upwind, threw out a handful of medicine, and ran a few meters away.

Realizing what An Moxue had done, the man roared, "What did you do to me?"

An Moxue smiled and said, "Guess!" After saying that, An Moxue ran away into the distance, whistling as she ran, calling to the two little ones.

The man relentlessly pursued her, and gradually he noticed something was wrong with her body. After a while, the discomfort became more and more obvious.

An Moxue calculated the time it would take for the medicine to take effect and asked, "How are you feeling? Isn't it great?"

Just then, the two little ones arrived with their pack of wolves and surrounded An Moxue and the man.

When An Moxue saw the wolf pack arrive, she said to the two little ones, "Babies, stay around him and don't let him get away. I'm going to rest for a while."

After An Moxue finished speaking, the two little ones responded with a "woof" to her, then turned around and howled a few more times at the wolf pack. After that, the wolf pack stopped approaching and simply surrounded him.

After An Moxue finished speaking, she swaggered out of the pack of wolves, climbed onto a tree branch, sat down, took out water from her basket, washed her hands, and then took out food from the basket and started eating. If you ignored the bruises on her face and the occasional grimaces, you would think she was very relaxed.

The man dared not move, and the wolves showed no intention of attacking him.

The two sides remained deadlocked.

The man gradually noticed changes in his body, changes that caused him inexplicable panic.

He stopped observing, seized the opportunity, and ran away into the distance. He clearly understood that with An Moxue alone and a pack of over a hundred wolves at her command, his chances of catching her were slim, especially since she had been drugged with some unknown substance. He circulated his inner strength and ran at full speed, all for one purpose—escape.

Now, he no longer wanted to capture An Moxue. Right now, the most important thing was to escape and find someone to check his body. The changes in his body were too fast, which made him feel afraid.

An Moxue was not about to let him succeed. As soon as he moved, a crossbow bolt was fired, which landed right at his feet. The wolf pack surrounded him, no longer just encircling him, but attacking him.

The wolves attacked in packs, and the two cubs would occasionally let out a howl, giving commands to the pack.

Some wolves attacked, while others defended. The man was exhausted from fighting the pack. Some wolves were injured, and some even bit the man. An Momo Xue felt that the time was about right, so she whistled a few times. The two little wolves, receiving An Momo Xue's instructions, immediately gave orders to the pack to stop attacking and switch to defense.

The man stood in the middle of the wolf pack, looking even worse off than her. His clothes were tattered and covered in wolf bite wounds. Seeing his disheveled state, An Moxue felt a little relieved. How could I be the only one covered in wounds while you were in better shape than me?

The man was probably too weak to run now, but he could probably still walk. However, he stood in the middle of the wolf pack, alert and waiting for an opportunity to strike.

As expected of a martial arts practitioner who has practiced ancient martial arts for many years, his unwavering will is unmatched by many young people.

An Moxue jumped down from the tree, came to a short distance from the man, stood still, and looked at him with a half-smile, without saying a word, just staring at him.

Only then did the man have time to think. He was amazed by An Moxue's abilities. The drugging was secondary; the main thing was controlling the wolves, and not just one or two, but a pack of over a hundred. Moreover, she seemed to know the forest very well. The combination of these factors made him marvel. He had underestimated her.

An Moxue wasn't in a hurry; she waited until the man could no longer stand before proceeding to the next step.

The two stood there quietly, looking at each other. An Moxue had a faint smile, while the man's face was tense. If you were close, you could see the sweat on his face and his clenched fists. An Moxue, however, stood rather stiffly.

Suddenly, An Moxue shouted, "One, two, three...fall down!"

The man was startled; his defenses crumbled, and he collapsed to the ground.

An Moxue said to the two little ones, "Let them go!"

The two little ones gave the command, and the wolf pack dispersed, leaving only An Moxue, the man, and the two little ones. The two little ones stared intently at the man and did not leave.

"Uncle, come on, tell me, who are you? And who sent you?"

The man glared at An Moxue with resentment and asked, "What drug did you give me?"

"Guess?" An Moxue asked slyly, then winked.

"Was the Tang family also drugged by you?" At this moment, the hatred in the man's eyes was almost tangible.

If An Moxue still couldn't guess where this man came from after seeing his expression, she would be a fool.

"Are you from the Tang family?" Although it was a question, the certainty in the words left no room for doubt.