Nowhere are there any old, weak, sick, or disabled.
All are martial arts experts!
these people are all retirees from the Eight Camps, naturally not ordinary folk.
On the great ship, a chaotic battle unfolded.
Jin ZhaoFu swept his sword, and a sword gang cleaved through the air, shattering the planks on the ground into pieces.
Mastering the Mysterious Phenomenon,
He released his Gang Qi!
Chen Sansi's He Miao Long Sword flashed, shattering the sword gang.
Noticing his defensive tactic, Jin ZhaoFu felt certain, "Well, he can't release Gang Qi externally, just an entry-level of Mysterious Phenomenon, go to hell—"
"Clang, clang, clang!"
The sword and the saber collided.
it didn't take long for Jin ZhaoFu to realize something was amiss.
The person in front of him was not highly skilled, but his moves were immensely powerful and solid, and they seemed "alive." With every exchange, it felt like countless sharp teeth were gnawing at his sword's edge. Within just a few exchanges, nicks appeared on the blade!
his Gang Qi began to fail, he gradually fell into disadvantage, until he revealed a flaw. He only felt a chill on his neck, then watched as the deck enlarged in his view until it struck his face. After a whirl of dizziness, he saw his body still standing in its original spot, and blood gushed from the artery in his neck, soon plunging him into endless darkness.
Witnessing their leader's death,
the bandits instantly panicked.
The attendants of the Governor Mansion launched a slaughter.
That one-armed old man even jumped directly onto a nearby small boat, and the lake was quickly dyed red with blood.
The bandits of Liangshan released volleys of arrows while calling for reinforcements.
Everyone on the ship was above the Hua Jin level.
In the short term, they did not fear these arrows.
Qin Changxu would not yell out the real name outside, "What should we do? Should we just grab a small boat and break out? Otherwise, it might be troublesome when the main force surrounds us."
In the midst of speaking,
suddenly the ship's body started trembling.
"The hull is taking on water!"
"Someone's drilling a hole from underwater!"
The bandits of Liangshan began firing fire arrows.
Soon, the entire large ship was blazing fiercely.
"Master Nine is here!"
"You're all done for!"
The folks from Liangshan started shouting loudly.
Chen Sansi pulled Zhaozhao over to shield him from the arrows, and asked, "Guard Qin, do you know about this person?"
Qin Changxu said seriously, "I just know he's a young man, seems to have been sent here from the north to serve penal servitude, joined a rebellion and went up the mountain while building the Canal, gained favor for his talent in fighting exotic fish, he himself is a martial arts prodigy, and apparently later on, no one knows where he learned some sorcery."
"What sorcery! I'll go and meet him myself!"
The armless old man leaped into the lake as he spoke.
There was a loud explosion.
The armless old man was hurled out of the water, another elder brother hurriedly rushed forward to catch him.
Above the lake, a splash of water suddenly erupted.
A lithe figure appeared, standing atop a column of water, looking down from above and scolded, "You court dogs, how dare you trespass on our Water Pool and kill our brothers!"
The veterans on the boat were in disarray for the first time.
This man could actually manipulate water. If not sorcery, then what was it!
Master Nine let out a loud shout, and a column of water, like Jiao Long, came crashing down.
Chen Sansi split the water column with a single slash and shouted loudly, "Zhang Shun! Do you recognize who your grandfather is?"
"It doesn't matter who you are, you will die at..."
In mid-air, Zhang Shun was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly froze, staring at the ugly man on the deck, his face showing more and more disbelief: "Uncle Lai Zi? You're a peerless master?!"
He had been close to Shanshi since childhood, often playing in Yanbian Village; how could he not recognize this man, despised by all, sly, greedy, and slippery, often bullying even the little children, though not particularly malicious at heart.
How could this man be...
A master of the Profound Image Realm?!
And to think he could split his spell, could he also be a Cultivator?
After all, they were old acquaintances from the same village.
They naturally couldn't continue fighting in this unclear situation.
Zhang Shun quickly ordered.
His men looked at each other in bewilderment: "He, he killed the Sixth Master!"
"I told you to stop, don't you understand? I'll go up and talk to them, then make a decision!"
Accompanied by the Great Water, Zhang Shun landed on the deck, cupped his fist, and said, "Uncle Lai Zi, shall we talk somewhere else?"
The big ship was already half sunk, soon to be unable to hold on.
Ning Xiang and others were equally puzzled.
How did Chen Sansi manage to meet an acquaintance while in disguise?
Who had he been pretending to be on ordinary days?
At Zhang Shun's command, a small airborne ship soon arrived in front of them.
Chen Sansi and he went alone into the cabin of the ship.
"Uncle Lai Zi, you've hidden yourself well!"
Zhang Shun looked him over carefully again, making sure it was indeed Lai Zi without a doubt.
As he spoke, he was also on guard: "What are you doing here, how did you get into a fight with Jin ZhaoFu and the others?"
"Just passing through," Chen Sansi informed him. "That scoundrel coveted a woman on the ship. I had no choice but to take action."
"That guy… The leader had already given orders not to do such things. He truly couldn't change his nature; he deserved to die."
Zhang Shun's tone became much more amenable: "Uncle Lai Zi, will you return to the north in the future?"
"I suppose so," said Chen Sansi.
Zhang Shun shouted to the outside: "Bring me pen and ink! Uncle Lai Zi, I'll write a letter. If you go back north, please take a trip to Liangzhou for me and deliver this letter to my brother."