A black shadow instantly chased after him. It was the black-clothed woman who had shot the arrow. Her speed was slightly slower. She waited until the sound of something falling into the water came from the side of the boat. She rushed to the side of the boat and looked down at the surging black water.
"Damn it!!" The woman in black slammed the side of the ship. The side of the ship was instantly bent by her and a deep dent appeared.
Boom!!!
Suddenly, the side of the ship below her was smashed by a fist. The fist opened up into a palm and grabbed her.
Bang!
The woman in black's expression changed drastically. Her right leg was grabbed and pulled hard. She lost her balance and fell to the ground with a bang.
"Esoteric Chaos Diversion!!" Hochman's low voice came from the side of the ship.
In an instant, the side of the ship lit up with golden sparks. Then, there was the ear-piercing sound of metal rubbing against each other.
In the midst of the sparks, the side of the ship was torn apart, revealing the scene inside. Hochman's arms slashed forward crazily. The speed and strength of each slash reached a terrifying level. Although it was not as tragic as the white gas just now, each slash of his hand was like a real blade, slashing the body of the female Blood Breed. Fresh blood spurted out.
In a short second, Hochman slashed forward twelve times, all on the body of the female Blood Breed. Her chest and abdomen were badly mutilated and sunken. Hochman furrowed his eyebrows as he kicked the female Blood Breed away. If it was not for the sneak attack on his right shoulder, causing his right hand to be unable to exert any strength, he would have torn the female Blood Breed apart.
He stepped on the damaged side of the ship and used the force to fly far away like a bat. He floated on the surface of the sea. Before he fell into the sea, Hochman's legs made explosive sounds.
White water splashed under his feet. It was his legs that fiercely stepped on the surface of the water. Using this force, he stepped on the water like a water spider and rushed far away. In an instant, he was more than two hundred meters away.
"The most important thing now is not to fight with the two Blood Breeds. It is to get the mask that Master needs and leave!!" Hochman's goal was clear. He stepped on the water directly. Every explosive force produced a huge thrust, allowing him to move faster than the fastest motorboat.
The cruise ship behind him quickly became smaller and darker, becoming more and more blurry under the night sky.
*****
Holy Fist Palace
"Both marshals were attacked?"
Garon's hand that was holding the chess piece paused for a moment before he gently placed it on the chessboard in front of him.
He was playing chess with Tu Lan, sitting in a small quiet room that was less than a few square meters. On the side was a large piece of white paper with the word "Jing" written in black ink. It was written in the Chinese language.
The Chinese language was very similar to the language used on Earth where Garon once lived. However, the size of China was far smaller than China. It was not even one million square kilometers. Instead, there were a series of small countries similar to China gathered together. The whole of Asia was very similar to Europe. There were no less than dozens of countries of various sizes. Among them, there were strong and weak ones. There were even invading countries that had participated in World War II. They once possessed the world's number one air force and were tyrannical for a period of time, shouting that they wanted to conquer the world.
"Do you need me to go take a look?" Tu Lan glanced at Garon and put down her chess piece.
"There's no rush." Garon shook his head slightly. "Everyone has their own things to do."
He gently put down his chess piece and directly removed one of Tu Lan's dragons. Tu Lan's face turned green at the sight. Even a veteran Blood Breed who had lived for so many years could only feel a crushing defeat in terms of intelligence when faced with Garon.
There was no big picture view, no other tricks. There was only a little bit of local killing. As long as it was a local killing, nine out of ten times, Garon would win.
His calculation ability and deduction ability were simply outrageous. This kind of pure calculation ability to crush people made them unable to even think of resisting. As for Tu Lan, whenever she saw the chessboard, she would feel a little traumatized. After all, she had never won before.
'Maybe it's because my chess skills are too weak. If it was a chess player who could see the big picture, I would definitely win.' Tu Lan comforted herself.
"Are your people in place?" Garon suddenly asked without thinking.
Tu Lan nodded.
"They were in place ten minutes ago." The two began to pack up the chess pieces and put them into the basket.
"Wait a little longer." Garon put away the chess pieces and lowered his eyes to sit on the chair. He actually closed his eyes to rest.
He was really calm.
Tu Lan could not help but take another look at him. The Old Blood Breeds were already attacking his two most important and powerful subordinates, but he was still not anxious at all.
Garon's expression was indifferent. In his mind, the black-shelled Demonic Book floated slowly and rotated. Its body seemed to emit a faint golden light. Ever since he understood the true meaning of the Holy Phoenix, the Demonic Book had become like this.
In reality, the Demonic Book recorded more and more martial arts. Even the two new Waterbird Fists that Dahm and Hochman had deduced were recorded by Garon. Following this recording, the Demonic Book became stranger and stranger. Initially, it was just an ordinary notebook, but gradually, it began to have some magical effects. It was directly connected to the Demonic Book in Garen's mind.
There were many times when Garon felt that the Demonic Book was like a soul seed that was being nurtured. Sometimes, he could even feel that it was constantly beating, like a heart.
Time passed by slowly. Garon sat like an old monk. He did not move at all. Even his expression did not change. It was as if he had fallen asleep while sitting.
*****
Boom!!
In the underground palace, the red longsword and countless strings clashed. There was no clear sound of metal clashing, only a muffled explosion formed by countless sounds stacked together.
The strings retreated, but the bearded man did not retreat. Instead, he advanced and rushed towards Dahm.
"Profound Blood Night!!!" Dahm roared crazily. Countless strings suddenly appeared with a faint red color. That was a large amount of aura flowing along the strings. It covered the entire string like liquid, forming a huge red net that rushed towards the bearded man.
Chi chi chi chi chi!!
Large amounts of strings with a terrifying sound of air cutting rushed towards the bearded man. Some of the protruding sculptures and stone decorations in the hall were silently cut off with just a light brush. Before the cut off pieces fell to the ground, they were cut again by the strings flying over, turning into even finer pieces. Bang bang! After the pieces were cut, they actually exploded.
This was Dahm's most powerful explosive force. After the Waterbird Fists had been improved, he used a large amount of resources to collect and organize martial arts information. Then, using the most scientific method of deduction, he calculated and found the most suitable fighting style for himself.
"Holy Technique, Withering."
The sword in the bearded man's hand was like fresh blood. It faced the red net head-on, like a bolt of lightning in the dark night, or a laser beam. Just as it lit up, it had already cut the red net. The moment the red sword cut the string, a bright sword light shone from top to bottom. It actually cut the entire net into two halves from top to bottom.
For the first time, Dahm's face showed a serious expression.
He waved both of his arms and a few more strings flew out. Three of them continued to replace the string that was cut off. The remaining one silently hid in the darkness and quietly circled around the bearded man's back.
Chi chi!
Above the bearded man's head, a large piece of heavy rock was cut out by the string.
Boom!! Before the rock could fall, it was smashed into pieces by the bearded man's sword. It turned into gravel and scattered like raindrops.
"I can't remember how many years it has been. Other than the Death Apostles, not many Blood Breeds can survive five moves in front of me." The bearded man took out his cigarette and blew out a mouthful of smoke. "Let's see if you can make an exception today."
"The fourth move!!" The bearded man's pupils shrank. His whole body emitted an extremely dangerous aura. "Red Lotus!!!"
The moment the voice sounded, the bearded man actually leaped up and shot directly towards Dahm.
In mid-air, there was a clang beside him. Four blood-red sword lights lit up. The sword lights continued to light up and even started to spin continuously, like a windmill that was being blown. The spinning speed was getting faster and faster. From afar, it looked like a red lotus that was spinning continuously.
Boom boom boom!!
The red lotus broke countless strings and approached Dahm at high speed.
At that moment, Dahm felt a life-threatening danger for the first time. It constantly stimulated his nerves. Unlike any other moment in the past, the true strength of the enemy in front of him was definitely far above his. There was actually such a terrifying upper-level Blood Breed among the Blood Breeds!? Even the Death Apostles were probably not as strong.
Looking at the rapidly approaching red lotus, Dahm's mind kept flashing with various ways to deal with it. However, none of them allowed him to truly deal with the strong enemy in front of him. His tough metal strings were like weak ropes in front of his opponent. They would break at the slightest touch. If it was a direct attack, he could still sneak an attack on the bearded man's back. However, now that he was spinning at high speed, there were no flaws in his surroundings.
For the first time, the first time he was facing a single opponent, Dahm had the intention to retreat. He suddenly thought of the information that he had read not long ago. There were five major families in the Blood Breed, and each of them had a unique holy technique.
However, what was strange was that only four of the five families were Death Apostle families. The last one was only led by an upper-level Blood Breed. Connecting to the information that he had read before.
Dahm's expression finally changed. The only family leader who was not a Death Apostle in the information suddenly looked like a bearded man. It was also said that he used a long sword as a weapon. It was rumored that he was a world-renowned master of swordsmanship.
The red lotus approached rapidly. Dahm wanted to escape, but it was as if his body was fixed. There was an inexplicable gravitational force that firmly fixed him in place.
"Damn it!" Dahm raised both of his hands frantically. In a life and death situation, he could not care too much. If he did not resist, he would be directly cut into countless pieces of meat!
"Profound Meaning … First Star." A low and familiar voice surged in his consciousness.
Suddenly, Dahm's eyes widened. He felt a violent force that did not belong to him at all, but was strangely familiar, surging out of his body.
Whoosh …
Countless strings gathered in his hand in an instant, turning into a blood-colored spear that slowly floated beside his face.
"Flight of the Evil Phoenix …"
At this moment, Dahm finally experienced the most powerful and terrifying secret of the original Waterbird Fist, the ultimate profound meaning.
Countless fine winds floated up and brushed against his face. It was as if there was a sound that slowly echoed in the wind.
Did you hear it? That was the sound of the wind …
Dahm unconsciously closed his eyes.
At that moment, the sound of a bird chirping could be heard.
The red lotus froze in mid-air and stopped less than a meter away from Dahm. Amidst the red light, Dahm's pupils abruptly shrank as an extreme sense of danger surged through him, causing his hair to stand on end. In the reflection of his red pupils, a pair of huge transparent wings of air slowly appeared behind Dahm's back.
Retreat!!
Just as this thought arose, an earth-shattering gust of wind blew in front of him. The wind seemed to be mixed with something inexplicable.
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