Before he had cultivated the Tyrannical zhenqi, he would never have believed that a human body could be harder than stone. But after his palm left a palm print on the stone, he gave up on that idea.
Still, he did not believe that someone could jump off a cliff hundreds of feet high and come out unscathed, especially without slowing down in the process. Wu Zhu helped him overturn that idea, and at the same time gave him a great shock. It turned out that the true strength of this world's superpowers was so terrifying!
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The black cloth covering Wu Zhu's eyes turned into a strange and beautiful black thread as he fell at high speed. His body was like a lightning-fast arrow, stomping toward the small boat.
He did not use any lightness skills. He simply allowed the gravity of the earth to pull him down. Over a distance of hundreds of feet, he continued to accelerate. By the time he reached the bow of the boat, he had reached a speed that would leave anyone dumbfounded. His body cut through the air, moving even faster than the wind. It made a terrifying buzzing sound.
The power he carried with him reached the boat before his body, and he suddenly tore off the singer's bamboo hat.
The hat flew off and fell far into the sea, revealing the singer's face.
The singer's features were simple and unsophisticated, and his eyes were as calm as the autumn waters. Seeing the pair of feet coming down from above, his pupils shrank, and a bright light flashed.
A pair of white, jade-like hands gently danced outside the sleeves. Like withered twigs sprouting, the knuckles spread open. Countless waves of Qi shot out from the singer's fingertips. Before Wu Zhu could crash into the boat, the Qi shot into the unending waves of the sea, pushing the boat back two steps in the white waves.
It was in these two steps that Wu Zhu smashed into the bow of the boat like a rock from the heavens, but not into the singer's body.
Before the sound of the wind had even arrived, Wu Zhu's feet had already landed on the front of the boat. This kind of power from the heavens was not something a small boat could withstand. There was a loud crash!
The entire boat was pushed into the sea by this great force. Its stern rose up high, and it quickly plunged into the sea.
The singer was thrown into the air by the recoil. He spread his hands in the air, looking a little embarrassed.
Water splashed everywhere as the bow of the ship was shattered by the powerful impact and sank to the bottom of the sea.
A black shadow broke through the surface of the water. Amidst the splashing water, it followed the fluttering singer in the air. In an instant, its finger was like a sword, ruthlessly stabbing towards the singer's throat.
The singer crossed his hands. His sanshou was like the beams of a house, stable and beautiful. He barely managed to block Wu Zhu's killing blow.
A series of light explosions rang out in the air. This was the result of the collision between the two forces. It was unknown how many moves these two peerless experts had made in such a short period of time.
A moment later, the two figures quickly separated and landed on both sides of the extremely narrow beach at the bottom of the cliff.
On the surface of the sea, the debris of the boat slowly floated to the surface, looking like the residue in a Chinese medicine jar. Only half of the boat's stern was left floating without an owner, looking very miserable.
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"The assassination failed, so you'll have to pay for my boat fare," the singer said with a smile, looking at the black cloth covering Wu Zhu's eyes. Having said this, he extended his hand towards Wu Zhu from a distance as if he was going to demand compensation from him.
He was thirty feet away from Wu Zhu, but as soon as he extended his hand, Wu Zhu frowned. He quickly took two steps back and leaned his body to the side, avoiding the direction the singer's finger was pointing in.
There was a rustling sound, and the sand where Wu Zhu had been standing was densely packed, just like the line in the poem: "Ten thousand holes in the sand when the rain hits the sand."
Separated by a distance of thirty feet, with a light wave of his hand, the force penetrated the sand. There were not many people in the world with this level of cultivation.
"Why are you here?" Wu Zhu tilted his head slightly. Although his face showed no expression, it was clear that he was much more cautious than usual.
"I fought with you 16 years ago. Since then, I haven't found a worthy opponent," the singer replied with a smile. The singer replied with a smile, "Last year, I went back to the capital. Ye Chong said that he couldn't find you after all these years. I thought you really went to another world with Miss Ye. I couldn't help but drink two cans of wine, one of which I poured on the ground and shed two drops of tears. This year, I'm traveling again. Just now, I felt a strong aura on the surface of the sea, so I came to take a look … I didn't expect it to be you. "
The singer sighed angrily. "I haven't seen you for more than ten years. Why do you want to kill me? You know that I can't kill you, and you can't kill me. "
Wu Zhu tilted his head in thought, as if acknowledging this fact.
The singer knew that this blind man had a strange temperament. If he could kill him, he might actually do so. He couldn't help but smile. "After Miss Ye left, I thought you would return to the temple. Why did you come to Danzhou Harbor?"
"You know why I want to kill you." Wu Zhu didn't answer. Instead, he said coldly, "In this world, only a few people know me, and among them, you are the one with the biggest mouth."
The singer looked embarrassed. He didn't know how to answer.
Wu Zhu continued, "So if I can kill you and shut you up, I'd be happy to do it."
The singer shook his head with a bitter smile. "You still have that terrible temper. It's rare to see someone like you who still loves to kill, even at our level of cultivation."
Wu Zhu shook his head. "I only care about the results, not the means." He suddenly frowned. "Since you've found someone you're interested in, let's go."
The singer paused for a moment, then laughed heartily. He cupped his fists and said with a smile, "Actually, I'm not a talkative person."
After saying this, he waved his short sleeves, clasped his hands behind his back, and confidently floated onto the half of the short boat on the surface of the sea. He didn't know how the boat was made, but it was still able to float with only half of it left. He stood on the wreckage of the boat and used his hands to make a rowing motion. In such a comical manner, he used his internal strength to propel the wreckage of the boat toward Danzhou.
Wu Zhu looked in the direction he left, his black cloth fading.
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"Who is he?" Fan Xian, who had climbed down from the peak, didn't hear the conversation between the two strong men. He was still shocked by the battle he had just witnessed.
"Ye Liuyun."
"As expected …" Fan Xian sighed and followed Wu Zhu in the direction of Danzhou.
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