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Chapter 133 Is he courting death?
"The zombies are alive! Run!"
"Cheung Po Tsai...Cheung Po Tsai has turned into a zombie!"
Terrified screams erupted instantly!
The pirates who had just surrendered were terrified.
Some fled in terror, turning tail and running wildly out of the treasure vault, while others collapsed to the ground, their legs giving way, kowtowing and wailing before the onrushing Zhang Baozai zombie.
"Grandpa, spare us! We had no choice!"
"Our ancestors have shown us mercy! We were forced into this!"
"Protect the captain!" Lin Shirong and Liang Kuan were also terrified, but they reacted very quickly.
He grabbed his large machete and charged forward, attacking Cheung Po Tsai from both the left and right!
Clang! Clang!
The clang of metal on metal was deafening!
Lin Shirong and Liang Kuan felt an unimaginable force coming from the blade, which made their arms go numb and they couldn't help but retreat repeatedly!
Cheung Po Tsai's seemingly withered body contained a terrifying power.
With his powerful and heavy Guan Dao, and his ruthless and skillful moves, he managed to fight two opponents at once, suppressing Lin Shirong and Liang Kuan and forcing them to retreat repeatedly!
"What?!"
Yan Zhendong's pupils constricted sharply upon seeing this scene, and his heart was filled with shock and disbelief.
Lin Shirong and Liang Kuan, having received instruction from him, Chen Wen, and Huang Feihong, had already become extremely powerful.
Even in the martial arts world, he would be considered a well-known second-rate expert.
Now, the two of them, working together, are being overwhelmed by a single "zombie"?!
This is completely illogical!
He didn't actually believe in zombies, but seeing this scene made him start to have doubts.
"Could it be... that Cheung Po Tsai has really become a zombie?"
Yan Zhendong was filled with doubt and uncertainty, but his movements were swift, and he quickly plunged into the fray.
"Cheung Po Tsai! I've come to meet you!"
He no longer held back, unleashing his hidden strength, and attacked Zhang Baozai with fists, palms, legs, and feet like a storm.
Cheung Po Tsai parried with his knife, his movements so swift they didn't seem like those of an old man.
The two fought with lightning speed, exchanging more than ten blows in an instant.
Yan Zhendong was at his peak, with profound skills, and gradually gained the upper hand. He struck Zhang Baozai on the shoulder with a palm, causing him to stagger backward.
Zhang Baozai let out a low growl.
He raised his Guan Dao again and slashed down at Yan Zhendong's head without hesitation!
Its momentum was like a thunderbolt!
"Perfect timing!"
Yan Zhendong's expression hardened, and he snatched the broadsword from Liang Kuan's hand. Without dodging or avoiding, he swung his sword to meet the attack head-on!
clang!clang!clang!
A sudden clang of metal clashing erupted from the warehouse, sparks flying everywhere!
An even more horrifying scene unfolded!
As everyone knows, Yan Zhendong's Iron Shirt technique is extremely powerful; it's impervious to blades!
He withstood Cheung Po Tsai's Guan Dao.
Cheung Po Tsai!
He didn't even dodge, letting Yan Zhendong's knife strike his withered body, producing the same metallic clang!
Both of them were invulnerable to swords and spears!
For a moment, neither could gain the upper hand, so they stood there, wildly slashing with their knives!
Each strike was powerful and heavy, producing a metallic clang.
"hiss!"
The remaining people were already stunned and couldn't help but discuss among themselves:
"We know Master Yan's skill is formidable... but this old monster... how come his attacks still make a clanging sound?"
"Could I really have become a zombie?!"
This time!
Chen Wen's voice suddenly rang out, drowning out the noise:
"Zhang Baozai has practiced hard qigong and his skill is quite good, but it is not as pure as Master Yan's Iron Shirt."
"He was able to do this because his body was almost completely dehydrated. His flesh and blood were almost dried up, but his bones and muscles stood out, allowing him to withstand the blows of the knife."
"That's why it's so amazing."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.
As long as it's not a zombie.
They are not afraid of living people, but they are afraid of things that are incomprehensible to gods and ghosts.
What good is high martial arts skill?
As long as it's a living person, if you can kill it, there's nothing to be afraid of!
Liang Kuan quickly asked:
"Captain, can Master Yan defeat this old zombie?"
Everyone was very curious and looked at Chen Wen, waiting for an answer.
Chen Wen said calmly:
"Although Cheung Po Tsai can still fight, he is old after all, and his vital energy has long since depleted, leaving him with very little."
"Master Yan has many ways to beat him. He can fight him by moving around, restraining him, wearing him down until he's exhausted, or even running around in circles."
"This guy was supposed to die, but he just had to..."
At this point, Chen Wen couldn't help but shake his head.
Everyone immediately understood his meaning and turned to look at the scene.
Yan Zhendong had many ways to win, but he chose the most forceful and direct method.
Relying on the Iron Shirt technique, they fought head-on!
This is completely unnecessary!
Moreover, Yan Zhendong's weaponry was also compromised.
His knife was just an ordinary broadsword, while Cheung Po Tsai used a long-handled Guan Dao!
Bigger, heavier, and more powerful!
It's incredible that Yan Zhendong was able to withstand so many heavy blows thanks to his Iron Shirt technique!
"It seems I'm not the only one who's made progress."
Looking at the battle amidst the mountains of gold and silver, Chen Wen couldn't help but sigh.
He believed he had a system that greatly enhanced his strength.
But now it seems that Yan Zhendong has made great progress in his sparring with Huang Feihong during this period.
Otherwise, it would have been impossible to withstand such a fierce attack.
But that's not right!
If this continues, the outcome is unpredictable.
No one knows whether Cheung Po Tsai was the one who first exhausted his last bit of life force.
Or was Yan Zhendong first injured in the internal organs by the heavy Guan Dao?
There's no need for that.
Chen Wen still had a great use for Yan Zhendong, and not wanting this guy to court death, he immediately spoke up:
"Master Yan, that's enough... there's no need."
"This isn't a contest of martial arts, it's just a battle of brute force. Let me handle him."
The Blood Flag Army soldiers perked up and turned to look at Chen Wen.
"Is the captain going to make a move?!"
A young man next to Xie Si couldn't help but tug at his sleeve, his voice trembling:
"Fourth Brother, even Master Yan couldn't take down that old zombie. Our captain is so young, can he handle it? Are we going to have to use a foreign gun?"
Another person nearby also looked puzzled and muttered to himself:
"Yeah, he doesn't look as strong as my nephew!"
"Captain, please don't do anything reckless!"
Xie Si listened to the surrounding discussions and his heart was pounding, but he must not let the morale of the troops be thrown into disarray!
He took a deep breath, suppressed his unease, and whispered to the person next to him:
"Don't talk nonsense! The captain has his own plans!"
Even so, his palms, which were gripping the knife, were covered in sweat.
The surrendered pirates whispered amongst themselves.
"Is this new boss... trying to save face because his subordinates can't handle it?"
"Is he looking for death?"
The Flying Ape, no longer concerned with professing loyalty, hid behind others, its eyes darting around nervously, its heart pounding with anxiety.
"We're doomed... If Zhang Baozai were to chop this young captain in half with one stroke, wouldn't all of us be targeted by that old devil? If only we had known..."
He stole a glance at Lin Shirong and the others.
But they found that these Blood Flag Army soldiers were not panicked at all; on the contrary, they were extremely excited and even looking forward to it.
What's going on?
Is this young captain really that capable?
"captain?"
Upon hearing the order, Yan Zhendong's eyes showed a hint of reluctance, but he did not hesitate at all.
He slashed fiercely, forcing Zhang Baozai back half a step, then quickly retreated, landing beside Chen Wen.
It's only been a few minutes since he made his move.
But at this moment, his body was already steaming hot, and his clothes were torn to shreds.
This shows just how intense the battle was.
"Captain, be careful! This old zombie is very strong!"
Chen Wen smiled and nodded:
"I know."
After saying that, he actually walked out and slowly walked towards Cheung Po Tsai.
"Are you deliberately courting death?"
Cheung Po Tsai's deep-set eyes gleamed with a ghostly light as he furrowed his brows slightly.
To be honest, he didn't take Chen Wen seriously at first.
They thought this guy only knew how to give orders.
All attention was focused on Yan Zhendong, who posed the greatest threat.
At this moment, with just one sentence from this person, Yan Zhendong actually obeyed and retreated, and all the eyes of everyone around were focused on this young man!
There was expectation and fervor in those eyes, but no doubt whatsoever!
wrong!
And this young man himself... his steps were unusually calm, his breathing was long and shallow, and his body's energy was harmonious.
It subtly separated itself from the noisy and chaotic environment.
This was a kind of power that he had only felt in legends or in a very few internal martial arts masters who were nearly a hundred years old!
But this person is clearly so young!
It's impossible to have such profound internal martial arts skills.
Zhang Baozai grew increasingly cautious and said in a hoarse voice:
"You actually possess such formidable strength! How is that possible?"
Chen Wen stopped in his tracks, calmly surveying the legendary pirate before him, and smiled:
"Aren't you alive too? And how come you possess such formidable strength?"
This is not an answer at all.
Zhang Baozai was taken aback, but instantly understood the meaning behind the other person's words.
He himself is a miracle that defies common sense, so isn't the other party, this young master, another miracle as well?
Thinking of this, his heart immediately became heavy.
A fierce ferocity was unleashed, and he roared in a hoarse voice:
"Fine! Fine! You killed my son and severed my bloodline! Today, you will pay with your life!"
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly stomped his foot on the ground!
boom!
With a muffled thud, gold and silver treasures scattered in all directions!
His withered body suddenly unleashed terrifying power, and his speed was astonishing; with one stride, he instantly covered several meters.
He raised his Guan Dao high and slashed down fiercely at Chen Wen!
This strike seems powerful enough to split mountains and cleave seas!