Titan the Boxing Emperor saw his nephew, Tai Hong, bobbing in the sea, and was greatly alarmed. He loudly demanded, "Tai Hong, what are you doing here? Who did this?"
Immediately, everyone on the yacht turned their gaze towards Li Chen and Mei Ruohua.
"Young Master, let me deal with him!"
Mei Ruohua volunteered herself.
Li Chen took a careful look at the Boxing Emperor who dominated Southeast Asia and said, "He is a Cross-training Grandmaster, a level above you in strength. You must not engage him directly!"
"Strike hard initially, then weaken on the second, and exhaust on the third. After his third move, use your superior movement technique to target his Yintang acupoint between his eyebrows. Remember, you only have one chance to strike. If you cannot kill with one blow, retreat immediately and leave him to me. Understand?"
Hearing Li Chen’s strategic advice, Mei Ruohua nodded repeatedly, indicating she understood.
Having said that, she strode forward and coldly spoke to Titan the Boxing Emperor, "Your nephew sought his own death. It was I who kicked him into the sea!"
Mei Ruohua, adorned in tight jeans, presented a spectacular view of her mountainous curves, sketching out a devilish figure. With her long hair draping over her shoulders, she was a sight that made one gulp.
Titan the Boxing Emperor didn’t expect the person confronting him to be a delicate beauty, and was utterly astounded.
"Little lady, does your boat lack men? To send a woman out?"
"Enough talk, face my sword!"
Mei Ruohua’s hair billowed as she swiftly initiated the attack, with a sword strike as quick as lightning towards Titan’s brow.
Titan was shocked to see Mei Ruohua execute such a sharp strike.
"A Sword Master? Interesting, today I shall enjoy a proper fight with you!"
He was enveloped by surging True Yuan as he swung his Iron Fist, like a howitzer cannon shell, charging straight at Mei Ruohua.
Mei Ruohua remembered Li Chen’s earlier advise and didn’t clash directly but bobbed and weaved with exceptional agility, narrowly dodging his blow.
Titan the Boxing Emperor’s punch met the air, leaving him feeling like a lion that had pounced on a rabbit but couldn’t unleash its full strength.
He saw Mei Ruohua change her attack pattern and he too changed mid-air. His tall and burly figure burst forward like a bear from Northeast China. His fierce and explosive punch roared, tearing through the void, transforming into a gigantic fist mark like the front of a train, overwhelming the petite Mei Ruohua.
Facing Titan the Boxing Emperor’s ferocious assault, Mei Ruohua didn’t confront him head-on, but feinted with her sword and glided away, her steps light and graceful like a cloud in the sky.
Every time Titan’s punch was about to land, she deftly dodged by riding the currents and airstreams around her, causing his powerful strikes to dissipate as if hitting cotton.
After dozens of relentless punches, Titan failed to touch even the hem of Mei Ruohua’s clothes.
He completely lost his temper, his True Yuan grew wildly violent, and even his blood began to boil and surge.
"Dammit, I’m going to kill you, kill you!"
After a hysterical roar, Titan’s figure catapulted forward like a shell, blocking Mei Ruohua’s path and furiously launching a punch straight at her face.
This punch was fierce as a tiger, not to mention being directly hit. Even the cold punch’s pressure could shatter bones.
Striking hard at first, weakening on the second, and exhausting on the third!
This was Titan’s third maneuver. If she could dodge this attack, his momentum would immediately wane. Then it would be her chance to strike him down!
With that thought, Mei Ruohua performed a somersault mid-air and swiftly darted backwards.
Titan’s lethal move once again missed its mark.
However, before he could retract his punch, Mei Ruohua suddenly deviated from her usual pattern and swiftly closed the distance.
When they were still twenty steps apart, her sword-wielding hand emitted flickers of green light. Like a bolt of lightning, she unsheathed her sword and slashed towards Titan’s forehead.
Titan did not anticipate Mei Ruohua’s counterattack, and for a moment he had no defense at all, relying only on instinct to smash his fists together. Forming an Ancient Great Mountain barrier in front of himself, he prepared to take the sword strike head-on.
Mei Ruohua wielded her sword rapidly, slicing through the mountain defense and the weak spot where the two fists met, cutting straight down.
At the Yintang Acupoint of Titan, plum blossom marks immediately appeared.
Immediately afterward, the plum blossom turned into a half-foot-long gash, running from his forehead to his chin, blood pouring down.
Titan let out his final despairing roar as he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell thunderously, staining the azure ocean a glaring blood-red.
Seeing Mei Ruohua, a delicate-looking woman, slay Titan the Boxing Emperor with a single sword strike—a fighter unrivaled in Southeast Asia—left everyone present dumbfounded, their jaws dropping in shock.
Especially so for Tai Hong, who stood there in a daze. Even now, he was unable to believe it. His uncle, undefeated in combat, just died bewilderingly at the hands of a young girl?
Li Chen, on the other hand, looked as if everything was as expected. He simply smiled faintly at Mei Ruohua, expressing his satisfaction with her recent sword strike.
Seeing Li Chen’s satisfied smile, Mei Ruohua’s heart felt as sweet as if she’d eaten honey, and even her face flushed shyly.
"Manager, how far are we from White Python Island?"
Li Chen glanced towards the manager, who had already been stunned, and asked indifferently.
The manager hastily looked at the navigation device and replied with a trembling voice, "If you keep going straight ahead, it’s about ten nautical miles away!"
After estimating the distance in his mind, Li Chen nodded at Mei Ruohua and said, "Taking the yacht would be too troublesome, let’s just head straight for White Python Island!"
"Head straight for White Python Island? How?"
Mei Ruohua was somewhat bewildered. Knowing that 1 nautical mile equals 1852 meters, 10 nautical miles is roughly equivalent to 37 kilometers on land.
Now in midair, without any support, even managing to travel three to five kilometers was the limit. The distance of 37 kilometers was unfathomable.
Li Chen casually pointed to the boxing emperor’s floating corpse and stated indifferently, "We’ll cross the sea by stepping on the corpse."
In fact, with his current level of power, he was essentially capable of Sword Flight; though not yet at a stage where he could cover tens of thousands of kilometers in a day, traversing a few hundred kilometers was no issue.
However, flying sword was one of his trump cards, and now was not the time to reveal it lightly.
"Cross the sea by stepping on the corpse? How do we do that?" Mei Ruohua was completely perplexed.
Li Chen did not explain any further; he went right over and wrapped his arm around Mei Ruohua’s slender waist, securely landing on the Boxing Emperor’s corpse.
After giving a brief reminder, he swung his sleeve and summoned a gust of wind, stepping on the Boxing Emperor’s corpse and sailing away with the wind chopping the waves.
Looking at the blue sky, white clouds, the surging emerald sea, and the corpse beneath her feet, with Li Chen by her side, Mei Ruohua felt as though she was in a dream...
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