Chapter Thirty-One: The Capsized Boat

  Before cultivating the Tyrant Body, Fan Xian would never have thought that a person's flesh and blood could be harder than stone. But after he just slapped his palm on the stone surface and left a palm print, he gave up this idea.

  But he still didn't think that someone could jump from a cliff tens of meters high and be fine, especially without slowing down at all. Wu Zhu helped him overturn this idea, and also gave him an unprecedented shock - the true level of super strong people in this world was actually so terrifying!

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  The black cloth covering Wu Zhu's eyes turned into a beautiful black thread as he plummeted downwards at high speed, and his body shot towards the small boat like a swift arrow.

  He didn't use any qinggong, he just let himself free fall under the influence of gravity, accelerating non-stop in the distance of tens of zhangs. When he was about to step on the bow of the boat, his speed had already reached a stunning speed that made people's eyes widen. His body cut through the air, faster than the wind, making a terrifying humming sound.

  The momentum he brought with him reached the small boat before his body did, and violently lifted the bamboo hat off the singer's head.

  The conical hat flew up and fell far into the sea, revealing the singer's face.

  The singer's appearance was simple and unadorned, with a pair of eyes as calm as autumn water. At this moment, looking at the feet that were floating in mid-air above his head, his pupils suddenly contracted, and a sharp light flashed!

  A pair of white jade-like hands danced lightly outside the sleeves, like withered branches bursting forth as fingers spread out, countless waves of energy shot out from the singer's fingertips, and suddenly, in front of the five bamboo clappers, they shot rapidly onto the undulating sea surface, forcing the fishing boat that was rising and falling in the white waves to retreat two steps back.

  It was right at this moment that Wu Zhuang's body fell like a meteorite from the sky and heavily smashed onto the bow of the boat, but not on top of the singer.

  The wind had not arrived, but Wu Zhu's feet were already heavily trampling on the front of the wooden boat. This kind of power from the sky was something that a small boat could not withstand - "Crack!" A loud noise!

  The whole ship was trampled down into the sea water by this huge force, with its tail high up in the air, and immediately swiftly entered the sea.

  The singer was shocked by this counter-shock force and flew towards the sky. In mid-air, he spread his hands out to the sides, looking a bit embarrassed.

  Water splashed everywhere, and the bow of the ship was shattered by this intense impact force, sinking to the bottom of the sea.

  A dark figure emerged from the water, amidst the splashing waves, and swiftly reached for the singer floating in mid-air. In an instant, fingers turned into swords, fiercely stabbing towards the singer's throat.

  The singer's hands parted, his fingers spread out like the rafters of a house, extremely stable and aesthetically pleasing in front of him, barely sealing off Wu Zhu's fatal blow.

  A series of faint explosions echoed through the air, a result of the two powerful forces colliding with each other. It was unknown how many moves these two exceptional warriors had exchanged in such a short moment.

  A moment later, two figures swiftly separated and landed on either side of the narrow strip of sandy beach at the foot of the cliff.

  On the surface of the sea, the debris of the small boat slowly floated out of the water, looking like the dregs in a Chinese medicine jar, with only half of the stern left drifting aimlessly, very desolate.

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  "The assassination was unsuccessful, so you have to pay for my boat." The singer looked at the black cloth on Wu Zhu's eyes and smiled as he said this. After finishing the sentence, he stretched out his hand and reached out to Wu Zhu, as if asking for compensation.

  He and Wu Zhu were three zhang apart, but with this stretch of his hand, Wu Zhu furrowed his brow, took two extremely fast steps back, sidled his body, and dodged the direction of his opponent's outstretched finger.

  A rustling sound arose, and where the five bamboos had stood earlier, the sandy surface was densely pockmarked, perfectly illustrating the poem: "Rain pounds the sandy beach with countless pits"

  With a distance of three zhangs, a light wave of the hand, the vigorous energy pierced through the sandy surface. This kind of cultivation, looking around the world, there are not many people who can achieve it.

  "Why are you here." Wu Zhuo slightly tilted his head, although there was no expression on his face, but it could be seen that he was much more cautious than usual.

  "Sixteen years ago, I had a fight with you. Since then, I haven't found anyone worthy of fighting against." The singer smiled and replied: "Last year, I went back to Kyoto for a visit. Yeh Chong said that he hadn't been able to find your whereabouts all these years, so I thought you really followed Ye Miss to another world. I couldn't help but drink two cans of wine, one of which was spilled on the ground, and shed two tears. This year, I came out traveling again, and just now, from a distance on the sea surface, I felt an extremely strong aura, so I came to take a look... Who would have thought it was you?"

  "A sigh escaped the singer's lips as he scolded in anger: 'An old friend I haven't seen in over a decade, and yet you want to kill me the moment we meet? You clearly know that I can't kill you, and you can't kill me either.'"

  Wu Zhu thought for a moment, nodding his head in seeming acceptance of this fact.

  The singer knew that the blind man had a somewhat eccentric temperament, and if he could kill himself, he might really be able to do it. He couldn't help but smile and ask: "Miss, after you returned, I thought you would go back to the temple, why did you come to Tangzhou Port?"

  "You know why I want to kill you." Wu Zhu didn't respond, instead he said coldly: "In this world, there are only a few people who recognize me, and among them, you're the one with the biggest mouth."

  The singer's face turned red with embarrassment, and he didn't know how to respond.

  "So if I could kill you and shut you up, I'd be happy."

  The singer shook his head with a wry smile and sighed, "You still have that terrifying temper. To cultivate to our realm and yet remain as bloodthirsty as you are is truly rare."

  "Wu Zhang shook his head and said, 'I only care about the outcome, never considering the means.' He suddenly furrowed his brow and said, 'Since you've seen the person you're interested in, let's go.' His words were crisp and to the point."

  The singer was taken aback at first, then burst out laughing loudly, clenched his fist and smiled, saying: "Actually, I'm not a big mouth."

  After saying this, he swung his short-sleeved arms and put his hands behind his back, floating effortlessly onto the half-remaining small boat on the sea surface. It was unknown how this boat was made, but it only had half left and could still float. He stood on the wreckage, making a rowing gesture with both hands, and amazingly used his inner strength to propel the wreckage towards the direction of Danzhou City in a ridiculously comical manner.

  Wu Zhu looked in the direction he left, the black cloth was dull and lifeless.

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  "Who is he?" Fan Xian, who had climbed down from the peak, did not hear the conversation between the two powerful men under the cliff. He was still immersed in the shock of witnessing the battle between the super strong men just now.

  "Leaves float on clouds."

  "As expected..." Fan Xian sighed, following Wu Zhi's back as he headed in the direction of Danzhou.