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Chapter 134 Golden Mountain and Jade Rain Bury Corpses
Cheung Po Tsai's terrifying leap across several meters, the piercing whistling of his guan dao tearing through the air, caused many people's hearts to stop.
"Captain, watch out!" several civilians cried out in alarm, instinctively covering their eyes.
One of the surrendered bandits whispered, "This zombie has gone mad!"
On the Blood Flag Army's side, Lin Shirong gripped the hilt of his knife tightly, Liang Kuan held his breath, and Ya Cha Su was also filled with worry, but none of them moved rashly, and they simply continued to watch the battlefield.
They believed and expected that the captain would win!
"Oh? There's such power?"
Chen Wen was slightly surprised by this terrifying strike.
Cheung Po Tsai was already exhausted, and after exchanging so many blows with Yim Chun Tung, he was still able to unleash such power.
This guy's strength in his youth is evident!
As expected of that infamous pirate!
"Fine! Let me end your legend!"
Chen Wen merely slipped his foot, his figure gliding like a swallow skimming the water, narrowly missing the blade.
The blade flashed down fiercely, smashing into a pile of gold ingots and instantly splitting them in two.
But she didn't even touch the hem of his clothes.
"Um?"
Even as Cheung Po Tsai's sword missed its mark, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
He instantly realized that this young man was not an arrogant person.
"Again!"
Without stopping, he used the force of the recoil to swing his Guan Dao horizontally and slash at the waist!
The blade moved with ferocious force, sweeping across a pile of silver ingots that was half a person's height.
With a whoosh, the silver ingots, weighing dozens of kilograms, were swept away like clods of mud, slamming against the cave wall with a loud thud.
Chen Wen turned again, his toes touching the ground, and moved sideways as lightly as if skating, dodging once more.
He kept his hands behind his back, his face calm, a stark contrast to Cheung Po Tsai's disheveled hair and frenzied appearance.
"Little thing, all you can do is hide?!"
Cheung Po Tsai's repeated strikes missed, fueling his ferocity. His Guan Dao transformed into a streak of black light, whipping up even more gold and silver fragments as it swept towards Chen Wen.
"Is the old zongzi in such a hurry to die?"
Just then!
Chen Wen made a move.
He saw an opportunity! Although Cheung Po Tsai's blade flashed brightly, this move had exhausted its old power and had not yet generated new power!
This is the perfect opportunity to strike while the enemy is crossing the river and intercept them!
Suddenly, his figure swayed, shifting from complete stillness to a sudden, explosive leap!
Instead of dodging, he rushed into the gap in the blade's momentum, seizing the opportunity to stand in front of Cheung Po Tsai!
"What?!"
Cheung Po Tsai's expression changed drastically. He was about to sheathe his knife and retaliate, but it was too late!
The guan dao was huge and heavy, which gave him a great advantage, but it also made him less agile!
Click!
Chen Wenyi's Baguazhang strike transformed his palm into a knife—short, swift, and precise, without the slightest flourish.
A vicious slash struck Zhang Baozai's right hand, which was holding the knife!
Zhang Baozai's withered body had long since lost the ability to feel pain, but his meridians and acupoints were still being impacted.
My fingers still involuntarily loosened.
The heavy Guan Dao flew out of his hand, spinning as it crashed into a pile of exquisite porcelain and jade artifacts behind him.
Crackling sounds!
A series of crisp sounds rang out as countless priceless antiques were instantly reduced to dust.
Cheung Po Tsai himself was staggered backward by the short, violent chop, tripping over the scattered gold ingots.
With a plop, she sat down in the soft pile of pearls, splashing up a spray of shimmering white.
A moment of deathly silence fell over the treasure vault, followed by uproar!
"Good heavens! The knife just flew away like that?!"
"Is the captain really that amazing?"
The people gaped, forgetting to gasp in surprise.
The surrendered pirates turned pale, and the way they looked at Chen Wen completely changed.
Flying Ape's eyes widened, and he subconsciously touched his wrist.
"good!"
The Blood Flag Army erupted in thunderous cheers, Lin Shirong excitedly pumped his fist, and Liang Kuan grinned broadly.
Cheung Po Tsai struggled to his feet from the pile of pearls, his right wrist dangling at an odd angle.
That was clearly just a palm strike, yet it severed his wrist!
This guy's hands are more ferocious than ordinary swords!
He looked down at his deformed wrist, then suddenly looked up, a crazed glint in his sunken eyes.
"You brat...you're asking for it!"
With a roar, Cheung Po Tsai completely disregarded his injured right hand, abandoned his weapon, and lunged forward!
With his left hand forming a claw, he aimed straight for Chen Wen's heart, while simultaneously delivering a vicious kick to his groin. His moves were crude and ruthless, typical of the brutal fighting style of bandits who risked their lives at sea, trading injury for death.
Relying on his invulnerable body, he insisted on close combat, using brute force to lock down and kill his opponent!
"You're no match for me even with a knife, let alone bare hands!"
Chen Wen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he no longer held back.
With a series of quick, swift movements, his body moved like a swimming fish, precisely dodging a claw aimed at his chest.
At the same time, his right leg sprang up like a spring, delivering a fierce side kick. The power of the Twelve-Step Spring Kick slammed into Zhang Baozai's knee joint.
Cheung Po Tsai staggered, but managed to withstand the blow, turning his left hand from a claw into a fist and smashing it towards Chan Man's face.
Chen Wen neither dodged nor evaded, raising his left arm to block, while his right fist shot out from his waist like a cannonball, the penetrating force of Xingyi Bengquan striking Zhang Baozai's shoulder and neck solidly!
boom!
Cheung Po Tsai's head and neck twisted from the blow, but he grinned maliciously and lowered his head as if by magic.
He actually tried to headbutt Chen Wen in the chest, while simultaneously spreading his arms out like iron hoops to grab Chen Wen's waist. This was the most dangerous lock and takedown technique in close combat among pirates!
Chen Wen lowered his waist and hips, his center of gravity becoming as stable as a rock.
Just as Cheung Po Tsai's embrace was about to be completed, a fierce Muay Thai knee strike landed on his abdomen like a battering ram!
Zhang Baozai's emaciated body was beaten until it arched backward.
Chen Wen pressed his advantage, unleashing a relentless storm of punches, elbows, knees, and kicks.
Every block is accompanied by a fierce counterattack, and the moves combine the strengths of many different styles.
Whether fierce, cunning, or swift, they kept Cheung Po Tsai firmly at bay, preventing his attempts to seize him by chokehold from succeeding.
The two men's fists and feet collided, producing a muffled sound like metal clashing, and their energy radiated outwards.
The mountains of gold and silver treasures around them were utterly ruined.
The pearl necklace was torn off by the strong wind, and the bright white pearls burst open with a crackling sound, like a rain of pearls.
The gold ingots and silver coins were kicked around and rolled about, clanging and jingling.
The jade pendant was crushed, and jade fragments flew everywhere.
The coral ornament was knocked over and shattered on the ground...
The entire vault seemed to be showered with an absurd and dazzling rain of jewels, reflecting a mesmerizing and chaotic brilliance under the torchlight.
The crowd of onlookers was completely stunned.
"This...this is like gods fighting..." a commoner murmured, forgetting his fear.
"Captain...you're amazing..." Xie Si's voice was dry. He finally understood where the young captain's confidence to raise the flag against the Qing Dynasty came from.
The surrendered pirates were all ashen-faced.
You should know that in their minds, Cheung Po Tsai was like a demon, invincible.
But now, he was beaten so badly by that young man that he could only parry and had no chance to fight back.
The last shred of hope and hesitation in my heart was completely extinguished.
"Captain is mighty!" The cheers of the Blood Flag Army rose higher and higher, their morale soaring.
Cheung Po Tsai suffered repeated injuries. Although he did not fall to the ground thanks to his special physique, his movements were noticeably slower.
Chen Wen's punches and kicks became increasingly heavy and swift.
Finally, a strike combining the Bajiquan's "Heart-Piercing Elbow" technique slammed into Zhang Baozai's chest.
"puff!"
Zhang Baozai suddenly spat out a mouthful of dark blood, and his shriveled body flew backward.
It crashed into a pile of gold bricks half a person's height, and struggled amidst the falling gold bricks, unable to get up for a while.
Chen Wen stood still, his breathing steady.
Standing amidst the ravaged treasures, he calmly gazed at Cheung Po Tsai in the ruins.
Looking at this legendary pirate, there was only indifference in his eyes.
You lost.