piratefiction Chapter 46 Mountain-Crushing Strike, Flying Dragon Falls
Chapter 46 Mountain-Crushing Strike, Flying Dragon Falls
The river water was dyed red.
Chen Yu fought his way through the deck.
His figure shot towards the opposite bank like a blue arrow.
The cargo ship was sinking behind us, the flames and black smoke turning the night sky a dark red.
"We must leave this area first!"
Chen Yu used the "Snake on Grass" movement technique.
The feet exerted force the instant they touched the shore.
"Whoosh!"
He darted into the reeds like a swift grass snake!
The reeds were taller than a person, rustling softly in the night breeze.
Chen Yu squatted down, the Houde Blade slightly turning in his right hand.
The blade's spine clung to the forearm, like a venomous snake hiding its fangs in its mouth.
His eyes pierced through the layers of reeds, scanning for escape routes.
Fifty zhang to the left is an official road, with open and unobstructed terrain, making it easy to be overtaken.
Three hundred feet to the right is a rocky beach with relatively complex terrain.
It would take at least eighty breaths to get across from here; that takes too long.
Directly ahead, deep in the reeds, lies an abandoned fishing village—a decent hiding place, but…
Chen Yu suddenly heard something strange—
Two breathing sounds could be heard from the shore nearby.
A deep, resonant sound, tinged with a sense of suppressed anxiety.
The other was extremely cold and unfathomable, like a deep abyss.
"Master, that petty thief is about to come ashore!"
Han Feilong stood bowing under the old camphor tree.
His physique was as robust as a tiger's, and his dark iron-colored bodysuit was stretched taut by his muscles.
His voice was deliberately lowered, but his tone couldn't hide his worry and anxiety.
Xu Lingyan stood with his hands behind his back, his blood-red pupils piercing through the reeds as he gazed at the cargo ship sinking in the middle of the river.
His black robe was soaked through by the river, and foul-smelling black water dripped from between his gray fingers.
"I saw it all."
"Because of your negligence, our school has suffered heavy losses!"
Han Feilong trembled, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.
He fell to his knees with a thud, his knees making two deep dents in the mud.
"Your Honor is right! It's all that petty thief's fault... He's been following us the whole time, and I, Xiao Long, didn't even notice in time..."
Xu Lingyan did not turn around.
His blood-red pupils were still gazing into the river.
It was as if they were assessing the losses, or perhaps calculating something.
Han Feilong's heart pounded like a drum.
He knew the Crow Cult's punishment for those who neglected their duties.
Skinning, bloodletting, soul sacrifice to the Raven God... each of these is more terrifying than death.
"But Xiaolong is willing to atone for his sins with good deeds!"
Han Feilong suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with a resolute expression.
"Please, sir, allow me... to capture this monstrous beast myself!"
Xu Lingyan then slowly turned around.
His gaunt, skeletal face looked particularly grotesque in the moonlight.
The Raven God's Eye on his chest trembled slightly, as if it might open at any moment.
"You want to atone for your crimes by doing good deeds?"
Xu Lingyan's voice was playful.
"Okay, then I'll give you a chance."
"If you fail again this time, then you shall personally go before the Raven God to apologize!"
A look of wild joy flashed in Han Feilong's eyes.
This is an opportunity! This is a chance to wash away the shame!
"Please rest assured, Master!"
"Xiao Long's Iron Tiger Kung Fu is extremely powerful and fierce. First, he uses the roar of a tiger to shock the mind, then he uses the pounce of a tiger to block the retreat, and finally he uses the tiger hook to shatter the tendons and bones!"
Han Feilong gestured and made a solemn promise to Xu Lingyan.
"No matter how cunning he is, he can't escape the tiger's claws! I will personally capture him and offer his soul to the Lord!"
Xu Lingyan remained silent.
Blood-red pupils looked down at the kneeling figure, like a crow looking down at a tiger begging for food.
"I have no need for human sacrifices."
He spoke slowly.
"But I... need to see a good show."
The gray finger rose and pointed in the direction where Chen Yu was hiding in the reeds.
"Go quickly, before I board the ship..."
"Let me see if your Iron Tiger Skill... is as flimsy as you are, just made of paper."
"Thank you, sir!"
Han Feilong jumped up in ecstasy, his body suddenly growing three inches taller.
"roar!"
As the Iron Tiger Skill was activated, the bones throughout his body crackled like a tiger roaring through the mountains!
He rushed toward where Chen Yu was hiding, his eyes burning with a complex threefold flame.
The first feeling is shame and indignation, the humiliation of being caught in the act of making a deal despite being a seasoned pro.
The second layer is desire—the desire to prove oneself again in front of Xu Lingyan.
The third layer is the intent to kill, the unwavering determination to capture or kill Chen Yu alive.
"You bastard!"
Han Feilong stepped into the depths of the reeds, raised his voice and shouted, deliberately making the sound waves reach Xu Lingyan behind him.
"Your grandpa Long is here! Get out here and face your death!"
The tiger's roar emanated from its mouth, causing the surrounding reeds to sway wildly and ripples to spread across the water's surface!
Chen Yu crouched down behind a clump of fallen reeds.
The thick-edged sword rested horizontally in front of his knees, and water droplets on the spine of the blade slid down in thin lines.
Thirty feet behind them, the fire at the site of the sunken ship was dying down.
Chen Yu adjusted his breathing, using the Snake Breath Technique to suppress his heartbeat to once every twenty breaths.
Just as I was about to get up, the reeds to my left suddenly swayed.
"Snap!"
It was the crisp sound of footsteps breaking reeds.
Someone is coming.
The newcomer's steps were steady, and his center of gravity shifted forward when he landed, carrying the domineering power of external martial arts.
"Let's go!"
Chen Yu slid close to the ground into a shallow ditch.
There was standing water at the bottom of the ditch, reflecting the fragmented moonlight.
"rustle."
The reeds parted, revealing a burly figure.
He wore a short black coat and had a leather rope around his waist with seven bronze keys hanging from it.
Chen Yu could see clearly from the shadows that it was Han Feilong himself.
He stopped three steps away from the edge of the ditch and scanned his surroundings with his eyes.
He then squatted down and dipped his fingers into the ditch where water had accumulated.
"The water is still warm."
"The person is nearby; they haven't run very far."
Han Feilong suddenly looked up and stared straight in the direction where Chen Yu was hiding.
"The Serpent Sect's movement technique? How long can it remain hidden? Half a moment? A quarter of an hour?"
No one responded.
Han Feilong slowly stood up and pulled out a pair of tiger-head hooks from behind his back.
The hook is three feet long, with a back as thick as an axe and a tip curved like a tooth.
"We've been discovered!"
Chen Yu moved slightly and slid out from the other end of the shallow ditch with a "whoosh".
Then, using the "snake on the grass" technique, it moved along the roots of the reeds in an S-shape.
"drink!"
The tiger-head hook slashed down suddenly, the wind from the hook cutting the reeds in front of him cleanly.
Chen Yu quickly dodged ashore and circled around to a crooked willow tree.
The bark was rough, and he pressed his back against the trunk, raising his knife to face Han Feilong.
The dark clouds parted, and the bright moon hung high in the sky.
Under the moonlight, Han Feilong's eyes, which had been slightly narrowed, suddenly widened.
"It's you..."
He took half a step forward, the tiger-head hook hanging at his side.
The hook tip tapped the ground unconsciously.
One stroke, two strokes, and two small holes were poked in the mud.
"Chen Yu?"
Han Feilong's gaze swept across Chen Yu's face like a knife.
"You little bastard! How dare you follow me? Who ordered you to do this?"
Chen Yu did not answer, gripping the Houde Blade tightly with both hands.
The hilt of the knife is held horizontally in front of the abdomen, and the tip of the knife points diagonally to the ground, the posture is as steady as a rock.
There was silence.
Han Feilong sized up Chen Yu.
His gaze went from feet to head, and then from head to feet.
"It really is you, kid!"
After confirming that everything was correct, Han Feilong suddenly smiled.
"Hahaha……"
The laughter grew louder and more manic.
What a small world!
"Xiahou Fei's fine apprentice, the champion of the blind forging competition!"
"I never expected this... Just a few days ago they stole my spot in the Intermediate People's Court, and today they're going to die here!"
Han Feilong straightened his back, his tiger-head double hooks crossed in front of him.
"Grandpa Long will personally capture you to atone for your sins!"
"Let the Master see for himself, I, Han Feilong, am still that useful dog!"
The words fell.
Han Feilong suddenly sprang up, his double hooks hovering in the air, attacking from both sides with the "Tiger Seals the Gate" technique.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
A gust of wind cleaved a patch of withered grass.
Chen Yu gripped the knife with both hands, lowered his body, and suddenly raised the cleaver from a slant towards the ground.
"call--!"
With a powerful and heavy slash, the blade sliced through the air with a muffled whistle, aiming straight for Han Feilong's center!
"clang--!"
The machete clashed with the double hooks, sparks flying!
Han Feilong's tiger's mouth trembled, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
The force of that strike far exceeded his expectations!
He crossed his hooks and raised them upwards, using his Iron Tiger skill to block the attack, but the shock made his arms go numb, and he staggered back two steps!
"Pfft!"
Han Feilong stepped into the shallow puddle, splashing mud and water half a foot high.
Chen Yu quickly followed, gripping the knife with both hands, and using the momentum of the cleaver, the blade spun around.
Mad Dog Knife Technique - "Wild Dog Devouring Bones"!
Another horizontal slash!
The Thick Virtue Blade has a thick and heavy blade with great inertia, making it far more powerful than ordinary swords!
Han Feilong had no choice but to block with both hooks pressed down.
With a clang, he retreated again!
"A fine knife!"
"But it can't penetrate your Grandpa Long's Iron Tiger Kung Fu!"
Han Feilong exhaled a breath of turbid air and shot out like a cannonball, his right hook "Tiger Chop" and his left hook "Tiger Hammer" shattering all the reeds in front of him!
Chen Yu didn't take the hit head-on; instead, he dragged his sword with both hands and slid into a shallow ditch, his body close to the ground.
With the weight of profound virtue, his figure became even more stable, like a snake moving through the mud.
"Hiss!"
The blade scraped against the ditch wall, removing large patches of moss and revealing the grayish-white stone below.
"Don't even think about escaping!"
Han Feilong's left hook slammed into the mud at the edge of the ditch, and the Iron Tiger's power exploded, shaking all the mud, water and gravel in the shallow ditch into the air!
"Bang! Bang!"
A cloud of murky water obscured the view!
Chen Yu held the blade horizontally in front of his chest.
Unleashing the Mad Dog Knife Technique: "Gathering of Dogs Barriering the Door!"
This is a defensive sword technique. The blade is as solid as a door, blocking all the flying rubble and mud!
His arms were numb from the shock, but the blade remained as steady as a rock.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Han Feilong's right hook was already above his head, and he launched a "Tiger Pounce" attack, aiming to cleave Chen Yu and his cleaver together!
It's now!
Chen Yu, who was only three feet tall, slid out through the gap below Gou Feng!
Hold the knife with both hands at the same time, with the blade pointing upwards.
Mad Dog Knife Technique - "Flying Dog Gyroscope"!
"laugh!"
With a swift and agile flick, the blade sliced across Han Feilong's abdomen, leaving a trail of blood!
"Aaaaaah!"
Han Feilong retreated rapidly, looking down at the wound on his abdomen, his eyes filled with shame and anger.
"mean!
Ignoring his wounds, Han Feilong suddenly brought his double hooks together, intending to cut Chen Yu in half at the waist!
Chen Yu's swordsmanship changes again!
It was no longer the biting of mad dogs, but the howling of a gale!
Gale-force Blade - "North Wind Sweeps the Ground"!
The blade's speed suddenly increased, transforming into a streak of blue light that slashed through the gap between the tiger-head hooks!
"Whoosh!"
The blade fell, striking the right leg squarely, penetrating deep into the bone!
Han Feilong was in pain; blood was streaming from his right leg, and he immediately lost his balance.
Chen Yu's blade struck again.
He quickly used his double hooks to support himself on the ground, forcing himself to straighten up and trying to gather his qi and blood again.
However, the wound was too deep, severely disrupting the flow of qi and blood, causing his strength to dissipate like mist, making it impossible for him to maintain a fighting state.
"Grandpa Long, I haven't lost yet..."
Han Feilong's voice trembled, but the veins on his neck still bulged, like an earthworm struggling in its death throes.
Chen Yu did not give him a chance.
He gathers strength and raises the knife slowly from bottom to top.
Slow enough to see every drop of blood on the spine of the blade.
So slow that you can hear the hum of the blade rubbing against the air.
Two seconds later, he raised the knife to knee level, with the tip pointing diagonally forward.
Four seconds later, he rose to waist level, his body tensed like a hard bow, and his feet dug into the mud.
Six seconds later, the blade was raised to shoulder level, the blade and arm forming a straight line, making the whole person look like a volcano about to erupt.
Han Feilong felt suffocated.
Eight seconds later, the charge was complete.
The overwhelming pressure, like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting, surged in from all directions, forcing his knees to bend and making him want to kneel down!
Han Feilong tried to back away, but his right foot stepped into a shallow ditch, and he swayed!
"No--"
Chen Yu suddenly took half a step forward.
channel all your strength from the soles of your feet into the ground, and then back up to your waist and hips!
The mud and water exploded from the soles of the boots, forming a circular shockwave that knocked down the surrounding reeds!
Using the force of the recoil, the blade suddenly swung from shoulder level over the head.
"Mountain-Crushing Slash!"
The blade flashed, tracing a perfect arc in the moonlight.
Han Feilong crossed his hooks and raised them upwards in an attempt to block, but the wind from the blade had already arrived!
It was an invisible pressure, like the silence before a mountain collapse, like the tremor before the earth cracks!
The pressure made his arms go numb, made his knees bend again, made him... want to scream, but he couldn't make a sound!
The blade slashed down from above!
"boom--!"
The blade struck the point where the tiger's head hooks crossed!
"clang!"
The sound of metal clashing was deafening.
The sparks poured down like a waterfall, illuminating the reeds three meters around!
The tiger-head double hooks snapped off at the root in an instant!
"Pfft!"
The two broken hooks spun and flew into the night sky, tracing two arcs before landing in the distant reeds!
The sword's momentum continues!
The power of the Mountain-Shattering Slash... is not over yet!
The blade continued to sink, slicing from the center of the chest to the navel, and from the navel to the hip bone!
"puff--!"
Han Feilong was blasted away by this force!
After walking about ten feet, they bumped into a clump of reeds, which all fell down!
Two zhang later, his back hit a rock, which shook and moss fell down in a flurry!
Three zhang later, its body finally landed, leaving a deep ditch in the mud.
Finally, it crashed into a crooked willow tree, causing the leaves to fall like a belated autumn rain!
The willow tree swayed, and a human-shaped dent appeared on its trunk.
Han Feilong... is embedded in the dent.
His eyes were wide open, his pupils were unfocused, and his mouth was slightly agape.
He seemed to want to say something, but only black blood gushed from his mouth.
Between his chest and abdomen, there was a foot-long wound that extended from his chest to his hip bone, with his internal organs vaguely visible.
"To die at your hands...I...am unwilling..."
His voice was hoarse and intermittent.
Before he could utter the last word, his head suddenly drooped, and the light in his eyes went out completely.
"Tap, tap."
Footsteps echoed from the shore, not heavy, but with a strong sense of unease.
Xu Lingyan stopped five zhang away, his black robe remaining motionless in the night wind.
"waste."
"I gave him a chance, but he messed it up again."
The gray finger rose and pointed at the Houde Blade in Chen Yu's hand.
"To die by your blade wouldn't be entirely unjust."
His blood-red pupils snapped open, like a blood moon.
"I also wish to participate... and test its edge..."
Chen Yu gripped the knife with both hands, the tips touching the ground, his gaze meeting Xu Lingyan's across the distance.
"Tick-tock".
The blood on Houde Blade was slowly sliding down the spine of the blade, dripping into the shallow puddle at his feet, spreading out in a pale red hue.