My Martial Dao Has No Bottlenecks

The figure at the stern of the ship suddenly attacked, reaching Liang Cheng in an instant.

’So fast!’

Alarm bells rang in Liang Cheng’s mind. He instinctively activated his Wandering Dragon Step, his body retreating rapidly. At the same time, he executed a Horizontal Slash with his Zhenxian Saber, a faint blue Sword Qi tearing through the air.

Wind and Thunder Slash!

The Grey Robe Guardian surprisingly didn’t dodge. He brought his right index and middle fingers together and met the saber head-on. Yan Song reacted, striking out with his palm.

The Grey Robe Guardian split his attention, dealing with both attacks at once.

"CLANG—"

True Qi erupted from his fingertips and collided with the edge of Liang Cheng’s saber, creating the sound of clashing metal. Liang Cheng felt a strange, Yin Soft Power travel through the blade, making the web of his thumb go numb.

Liang Cheng stumbled back five steps, each one leaving a deep footprint on the deck. The Qi Blood in his chest roiled.

The difference in their strength was clear in a single move.

’This person isn’t on the same level as Xu Zhang or the Flipping River Flood Dragon. The number of True Qi Seeds he has condensed must be high. He’s crushing me with his Realm alone.’

’If Yan Song hadn’t attacked and distracted him, I probably would have been injured in that one exchange.’

On the other side, the force of Yan Song’s palm strike was so solid it was almost tangible, carrying a rumbling sound like thunder as it shot toward the Grey Robe Guardian’s back.

He had used eighty percent of his power in that strike; even a True Qi Realm expert of the same level wouldn’t dare to take it head-on. But the Grey Robe Guardian, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, simply flicked his left sleeve behind him.

"BOOM."

With a loud explosion, Yan Song’s violent True Qi and the opponent’s Palm Force both dissipated into nothing. Yan Song’s expression changed.

The Grey Robe Guardian used the momentum from Yan Song’s attack to surge forward, his right hand reaching once more for the oilcloth bundle in Liang Cheng’s grasp.

Just then—

"SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!"

Three sharp, whistling sounds cut through the fog. Three Breaking Gang Crossbow Arrows, pitch-black and glowing with a blue light, shot toward the Grey Robe Guardian’s vital points in a triangular formation.

The Crossbow Arrows were incredibly fast and came from a difficult angle. The Grey Robe Guardian had no choice but to pause, sweeping his sleeve to knock the three arrows away.

Liang Cheng finally had a moment to breathe. He took a deep breath and circulated his Broken Wave Technique at full power. His nine True Qi Seeds vibrated in unison. The faint blue light on his Zhenxian Saber flared, and he slashed out, kicking up the sound of wind and thunder.

A flash of surprise appeared in the Grey Robe Guardian’s eyes. He hadn’t expected Liang Cheng’s counterattack to be so fierce. A Yin Soft Palm Force struck later but arrived first, colliding with the Sword Qi in mid-air.

BANG. Liang Cheng’s Saber Momentum was blocked, and his body swayed slightly. The Grey Robe Guardian, in turn, had to retreat three steps to neutralize the aftershock of True Qi.

Just then, the fog roiled, and a jet-black Warship broke through. Two men stood at its bow.

The man on the left was powerfully built, clad in heavy Black Armor, and held a great saber as wide as a door panel. It was none other than Army Commander Yue Shan.

The man on the right, dressed in a neat blue robe with a gentle face, was the City Lord’s Mansion’s special envoy, Shen Wenyuan.

Behind the two, hundreds of elite Black Armor Guards had drawn their bows and nocked their crossbows, the cold glint of their arrowheads locked onto the Grey Robe Guardian.

"You rat from the Fire Worship Sect, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time," Yue Shan boomed, his voice like a great bell. He grinned, revealing stark white teeth. "You dare to make a move right under my nose?"

The Grey Robe Guardian’s gaze swept over Yue Shan and Shen Wenyuan, then to Yan Song and Liang Cheng. He suddenly raised his hand and fired a scarlet flare.

The flare shot into the sky, exploding into an eerie red lotus in the dense fog.

’A signal!’

Yan Song’s expression changed. "This is bad, he’s calling for backup!"

Almost at the exact moment the signal was fired, a tyrannical aura erupted from the depths of Wuyin Reef and shot rapidly in their direction.

The newcomer wore a crimson robe and a Bronze Ghost Mask. His aura was as deep as an Abyss, as vast as the sea. It was the Fire Worship Sect’s Left Envoy!

Seeing this, Yue Shan’s expression changed. "The Fire Worship Sect’s Left Envoy!"

He brandished his great saber and roared, "Black Armor Guard, form your Battle Array!"

"Sir!"

The hundreds of Black Armor Guards responded in unison, quickly forming a Battle Array balanced for both offense and defense. Massive crossbows were cocked and sabers and shields were brought to the front, their killing intent palpable.

Shen Wenyuan took a step forward, his aura as deep and unfathomable as an Abyss. Inwardly, however, he was a little nervous. ’Fortunately, we came prepared with the Truth-Breaking Crossbows.’

The Red-robed Left Envoy and the Grey Robe Guardian stood together. The Left Envoy glanced at Liang Cheng and suddenly struck downwards with his palm. Alarm bells screamed in Liang Cheng’s mind.

’I can’t take this head-on.’

The expressions of Shen Wenyuan, Yan Song, and Yue Shan changed drastically. "How dare you!"

In that split second, Liang Cheng’s mind raced. ’Taking this hit means certain death. The ledger is a hot potato now!’

"Catch!"

Without hesitation, he threw the oilcloth bundle toward the Red-robed Left Envoy. At the same time, he pushed his Wandering Dragon Step to its absolute limit, his body retreating explosively toward Yue Shan.

The Red-robed Left Envoy subconsciously caught the oilcloth bundle. He glanced at it, confirmed it was what he wanted, and a soft chuckle came from under his Bronze Ghost Mask.

By then, Yue Shan’s attack had arrived. The Left Envoy casually flicked his sleeve, and the Sword Aura from Yue Shan’s slash shattered into pieces.

"This ends here for today. Until we meet again, everyone."

With that, he didn’t linger. With a sweep of his sleeve, he took the Grey Robe Guardian with him, and the two transformed into streaks of light, plunging deep into the fog and vanishing from sight.

Yue Shan’s expression was grim. He was about to give chase but was stopped by Shen Wenyuan. "We’ve accomplished our goal for this trip. Don’t pursue a desperate enemy."

Then he turned to Liang Cheng with a slight smile. "Decisive and ruthless. You killed the Flipping River Flood Dragon. Among the young talents of Lin Wu City, you should be considered the foremost."

Yue Shan couldn’t help but mutter, "The kid tossed the ledger so fast. Decisive enough, knows to save his own skin first. Just like you, Old Shen."

Shen Wenyuan shot him an almost imperceptible glance, and Yue Shan immediately fell silent. Yan Song, however, let out a sigh of relief, glad that Liang Cheng had decisively given up the oilcloth bundle.

He stepped in front of Liang Cheng. "Thank you, Brother Shen and Brother Yue, for coming to our aid."

He made no mention of the fact that the two had seemingly used Liang Cheng as a pawn. Regardless, if Shen Wenyuan and Yue Shan hadn’t appeared, this trip would have likely ended in disaster.

Shen Wenyuan walked over to Liang Cheng, clapped him on the shoulder, and said sincerely, "You have performed a great service by killing the Flipping River Flood Dragon. The City Lord’s Mansion will have a generous reward for you."

Liang Cheng nodded. Before he could even say thanks, he let out a sudden grunt, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. The Yin Soft Power from his clash with the Grey Robe Guardian had invaded his organs. He had been forcefully suppressing the injury, but now that he had relaxed, it flared up.

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