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Chapter 386 Fierce Fight
Crossbow bolts are different from bow and arrow.

The fact that crossbows were banned in the countryside but bows were not shows how powerful crossbows were.

This thing can be used by a novice with a little training, and the accuracy is pretty good. At close range, even a three-year-old child can seriously injure you.

Beyond the Great Wall, some specially made crossbows can not only penetrate armor, but even martial arts masters who control qi will be harmed by these things within ten steps.

The crossbows produced inside the pass are naturally inferior to those produced in Tai'an City. The difference lies not in the manufacturing process, but in the forging of the materials. However, the only difference is in durability; their power is roughly the same.

So when he heard so many crossbows firing, Li Dachui was quite taken aback.

He Yiming has really gone all out!

He kicked Han Zheng to the ground, then pushed him against the ship's railing with his foot, and then reached out with his left hand to pull Jiang Ping behind him.

Jiang Ping was petite and hid behind Li Dachui's broad back. Unless the crossbow bolt could penetrate Li Dachui, it naturally couldn't hurt Jiang Ping.

He drew his sword with his right hand.

With a gentle tap on the hilt, the iron sword leaped up. Han Zheng, who was lying diagonally on the ground, had just raised his head when he saw a flash of cold light before his eyes and heard a series of sounds of cutting metal and jade. The crossbow bolts that flew in were all broken in two and fell to the ground in front of Han Zheng with a clatter.

Watching Li Dachui brandish his iron knife, exuding an imposing aura,
Looking again at Jiang Ping, who was hiding behind him, with both hands tightly gripping Li Dachui's waist and her eyes sparkling as she looked up at Li Dachui's profile, Han Zheng felt his blood rush to his head. He pressed his hand on the boat plank, wanting to jump up.

But even though Li Dachui wasn't looking at him, he seemed to know what he wanted to do.

No sooner had he made a move than Li Dachui's foot arrived again.

Even though the speed wasn't fast and it was clear enough, I couldn't dodge it. My toe hit the nerve in my hand, and both of my hands went numb. My hands went limp, and I fell down again.

Enraged, he gathered his strength in his dantian and tried to leap up again, but his toes came again, and with a thud, he fell face down. This time, however, the fall was more severe, and when he looked up, he was bleeding from his nose.

Jiang Ping, who had just crawled out from under Li Dachui's ribs, looked at Han Zheng's disheveled appearance and pointed at him, bursting into laughter.

Before her laughter subsided, her legs went weak and she collapsed to the ground, only to be kicked by Li Dachui's bent toe on the side of her knee.

This time, both the boy and girl lay on the ground, and with Li Dachui's toes digging in, they were pressed against the gunwale.

Although crossbow bolts are powerful, it is still impossible for them to penetrate the thick hull of a ship and hit a person.

The pleasure boat on the side was drifting downstream and was heading straight for the cargo ship at an extremely high speed.

Li Dachui stepped forward, grabbed the anchor's chain, and with a flick of his wrist, the anchor burst out of the water with a loud bang. With a shout, he swung his arm, and the anchor spun around in the air. After spinning twice, the anchor flew out of his hand and crashed into the pleasure boat with the force of thunder.

On the pleasure boat, an old man who had been sitting there beating a large drum suddenly leaped up, using his two drumsticks to brace against the anchor, miraculously stopping its downward momentum. Then, he exhaled and began his performance, causing the anchor to roll back. A voluptuous woman laughed loudly, and with a flick of her long sleeve, she wrapped herself around the anchor. She then flew back towards the cargo ship.

Just moments ago, this woman was gracefully dancing on the deck; now, judging by her posture, she's clearly about to kill someone.

Dressed in colorful robes, she descended from the sky, and Jiang Ping, who was lying on the ground, actually cheered loudly.

Li Dachui glanced down at her.
Is this ignorance?
Or is it simply a matter of being bold?

Or do they truly trust themselves completely?

Ignoring everything else, Li Dachui flicked his wrist, and the anchor suddenly stopped in mid-air. But the chain behind it formed a loop with a whoosh, and before the woman's laughter could finish, she was caught in the chain. Then Li Dachui pulled her hand back, and the woman's laughter immediately turned into a scream.

The upper and lower body made direct, intimate contact.

This wasn't because she was particularly flexible; it was because her waist had been broken by Li Dachui's strangulation.

Jiang Ping stared wide-eyed at Li Dachui and screamed, "Li Bao, you killed her?"

"If you don't kill her, will she kill you?" Li Dachui glanced coldly at Jiang Ping, straightened the iron chain, and struck out the anchor again. The woman naturally fell from the air with a thud, splashing up a wave more than a meter high.

The woman was killed the moment she made a move, and the person opposite her let out an angry and shrill scream.

Li Dachui didn't care about any of that. This time, the anchor struck with precision and force, making a loud bang as it smashed straight into the center of the cabin. The oncoming pleasure boat paused in its forward momentum and actually veered slightly away.

Li Dachui planted his knife in front of him, grabbed the iron chain with both hands, and shouted. The anchor swept across, and the upper part of the pleasure boat was smashed to pieces. Wood chips, furniture, porcelain, and curtains flew everywhere. Of course, there were also some armored warriors holding crossbows, who were also swept into the air by the anchor.

After being hit by these two consecutive blows, the bow of the pleasure boat, which was going downstream, veered and passed by the cargo ship at a distance of about ten feet.

"There's a master here!" the old man roared.

Then, those dancing, drumming, playing gongs, erhu, singing, and dancing on the bow of the boat all jumped over from the painted boat in a swarm.

Several people who looked like Xuan Yuan masters rushed straight towards Li Dachui, while others rushed towards the sailors who had survived the rain of arrows.

The sailors did a great job. They immediately used everything they could to provide cover. Li Dachui even saw a sailor pick up a corpse from the ground and spin it like a windmill. The corpse was riddled with crossbow bolts, but thanks to this cover, the dozen or so sailors behind him were unharmed.

It's exactly the way the military fights.

These sailors were all from the military.

Moreover, they were a highly elite army; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to make such a quick judgment under such a sudden attack, choose the least costly countermeasure, and ultimately launch a counterattack.

If everyone's martial arts skills were similar, these sailors would definitely win. But the problem is, those charging towards them are all martial arts masters.

Even the worst level is still Qi control.

It's like having a group of dolls with the best skills, but when faced with a group of perverts hitting you with sticks, you're completely helpless.

Therefore, in a short period of time, the casualties were heavy.

On another ship, led by Wei Dongxi, although they had been attacked by crossbow bolts, there were not many martial arts experts among those who attacked their ship. They were mostly armored warriors. So this group of people quickly formed an army, led by Wei Donglai, and killed people like chickens, slaughtering those who rushed towards the cargo ship.

"Send a few reinforcements!" the old man, holding two drumsticks, roared angrily, seemingly the leader.

The two things in his hands were not drumsticks, but two iron maces.

The pinnacle of the eighth rank of Xuan Yuan.

"You bastard!" A burly man, nine feet tall, wielded two iron spikes barely longer than needles. He charged at Li Dachui faster than the old man, his movements incredibly agile, completely disproportionate to his size: "Give me back the little demon's life!"

He appears to be the lover of the woman who was laughing as her back was broken.

Li Dachui drew his sword and slashed down.

Go to hell! I'll send you to the King of Hell's palace to meet your lover.

With two clanging sounds, the two iron spikes stabbed the steel knife several times in an instant, actually withstanding Li Dachui's attack.

Another Xuan Yuan Rank 8 cultivator. Although they have just entered this realm, their strength is truly remarkable.

Judging from their accents, they didn't sound like members of the Grand Canal gangs; they sounded more like people from the east or west bank of the canal.

The gang of thugs under Yang Lixin's command.

No wonder there are so many skilled players.

Han Zheng picked up a fallen steel knife from the ground and was about to jump up when Li Dachui kicked him back down.

"A Xuan Yuan Rank 8 expert? With your meager skills, are you going to throw your life away?" Li Dachui roared angrily.

Jiang Ping grabbed Han Zheng and pulled him in front of her, saying, "Keep an eye on him!"

"Alright!" Despite being used as a shield by Jiang Ping, Han Zheng didn't complain at all. He held his sword in front of him, looking fierce but actually weak: "Jiang Jiang, don't be afraid, I'll protect you!"

Jiang Ping chuckled, and a small crossbow bolt emerged from Han Zheng's side. As she activated the mechanism, a muffled thud was heard, and a tiny crossbow bolt, no longer than a middle finger, flew out. The burly man wielding an iron spike, who was fiercely fighting with Li Dachui, let out a muffled groan and knelt on one knee.

A dark crossbow bolt was stuck in his calf.

Just as Li Dachui was about to reap the unexpected surprise with a single slash, two iron maces arrived at the right moment. With a loud bang, the old man was shaken and staggered backward, while the big man also took the opportunity to retreat several steps and escape Li Dachui's attack range.

A younger man wielding a long spear quickly took his place.

Although he was slightly inferior to the nine-foot-tall giant, at most a seventh-grade Xuan Yuan, he was adept at both long-range attacks and close-range defense. With this old man wielding the iron mace in front, he withstood most of the attacks, and for a time, he managed to fight Li Dachui to a standstill.

Li Dachui was feeling frustrated and couldn't bring himself to use too much force!
These few bastards, if I really wanted to kill them, I could have finished them off with a single strike. But they insisted on imitating the skills of a peak eighth-grade Xuan Yuan master, so this is all they could manage.

Li Dachui chose a good spot, as only two people could come in to attack him each time. Now that the iron anchor was no longer restrained, the cargo ship beneath them began to slowly drift downstream, and as the current increased, the ship's speed also increased.

The pleasure boat that had been sailing alongside the cargo ship was gradually left behind.

Amidst the chaos, Li Dachui stole a glance at the cargo ship still locked in fierce combat in the distance. After the attackers lost several martial arts masters, Wei Donglai was already stretched thin, and the casualties under his command were increasing. The martial arts masters were like sheep on a chopping board, covering each other and occasionally dragging a sailor from the ranks to kill him with a single blow.

Wei Donglai's men are dwindling in number.

"Take care of yourself!" Li Dachui muttered to himself, then turned his gaze away and focused all his attention on fighting the enemy in front of him. Moreover, as time went by, his internal strength not only did not weaken due to the long-term fierce battle, but instead became stronger and stronger.

(End of this chapter)