Master of Chinese Martial Arts: I Can Steal the Skills of a Grandmaster from the Republic of China E

Chapter 115 Drum in the Water, Gun at the Bottom of the Sluice Gate

Just then, Fei Tou Jiang let out a sharp shriek and hurriedly pulled up.

A slender sword emerged from the gap in the iron frame, aiming for the flying head's brow.

It was Zhou Xing who used the iron frame as cover to get around to the flank.

With a flash of silver light, the flying head was sliced ​​in two, its turbid brain matter mixed with black blood spreading in the water.

Taking advantage of this opening, two Kumanthong corpse puppets pounced, their movements stiff yet swift, their four bluish-black claws grabbing straight at Zhou Xing's throat and heart.

Zhou Xing had been waiting. His body suddenly sank and turned, squeezing and sliding through the tiny gap between them like an eel slipping through a fence. With a backhand flick of his sword, he struck the corpse puppet's nape.

The corpse puppet froze. Then it fell silent.

Zhou Xing drew his sword, leaving a trail of blood, and then with a swift motion, severed a swarm of corpse rope worms that had managed to surround him. Foul-smelling pus gushed from the severed wound, condensing into a yellowish-green mist in the water.

Renault's silver sword is indeed very useful.

With a swift movement of his waist, he disappeared into the dark waters once more.

From the moment it appeared to the moment it killed and fled, it took only ten breaths.

Of the five people, one corpse puppet died, one flying head sorcerer died, one leader was injured, and the fish-head sorcerer's venom sprayed in vain.

He couldn't even touch the hem of his opponent's clothes.

The remaining three stood back to back, nervously watching the churning darkness around them.

Their hearts pounded, each beat adding to their unease.

They couldn't see their opponent, but they knew he was nearby, like a true ghost, ready to strike with that deadly silver sword from any direction at any moment.

"Stay together! Don't scatter!"

Despite the excruciating pain in his shoulder, the wounded leader blew the bone whistle from his mouth.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the water flowed again from the side!

This time it was the fish-headed sorcerer. He reacted quickly, his cheeks puffing out, and he spat out another mouthful of venom towards the source of the commotion.

The venom passed through the water flow and missed its target, leaving only a rusty iron rod hissing and bubbling from the corrosion.

The real danger came from behind him.

The rapier pierced his back and emerged through his chest.

The fish-headed sorcerer looked down at the sword tip protruding from his chest, his fish eyes filled with confusion. He tried to turn his head, but his neck only twisted once.

Half.

Zhou Xing stayed close behind him, drew his sword, and used his limp body as a human shield, while his eyes were already locked on his next target.

In the distance, the sound of bone whistles rose and fell, and more figures were converging on the scene. The area of ​​the ripples on the water grew larger and larger.

But the leader finally broke down; he lost the will to fight.

No, this is not a battle.

This is a massacre.

"Retreat! Retreat into the crevice! Ignore him! Form an array and protect the River God!"

He screamed, his voice carrying through the water, trembling with terror.

He led the remaining corpse puppets and his bewildered fellow disciples who were rushing to the scene, and frantically retreated towards the direction of the river-suppressing point.

Terrified by the elusive underwater hunt, they were only thinking about squeezing into the passage and completing the task assigned by Basong.

A dozen or so figures gradually gathered, like a school of startled fish, surging towards the crevice.

Zhou Xing watched from the shadows, his eyes turning cold.

He knew he couldn't keep fighting like this.

It's not easy to stop so many people one by one.

His body suddenly spun in the water, his legs came together like a fish tail, his fascia vibrated at a high frequency, and he burst out with amazing thrust, even faster than those who were practicing Taoism!

The water surged and flowed against the current, rushing through twists and turns, and returned to the natural cavity at the river-suppressing point.

The opening is shaped like the mouth of a gourd, no wider than shoulder width, and only high enough for one person to duck and crouch to pass through.

Zhou Xing slid in sideways, retreating about two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) before sheathing his slender sword and slowly drawing out the long spear from behind him.

Behind him, the faint light of the Zhenhe Qian illuminated half of his face, which remained calm and undisturbed.

Before him lay a deep waterway and the final enemy about to surge forth.

The "thump-thump" of my heartbeat slowed down and became much deeper, like the weary snores of a giant beast echoing between the rock walls.

Zhou Xing stood with his spear held horizontally.

Before long, the sound of water ripples grew louder as it approached, and a dozen or so dark figures could be vaguely seen outside, but no one dared to venture forward rashly.

The ghostly attack just now has chilled people to the bone.

What arrived first was not a person, but a cloud of "fog".

It was all gray and hazy, but upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be thousands of tiny insects, no bigger than pinheads, fluttering their almost invisible wings, buzzing as they swarmed toward the cave entrance.

The insect is called the water corpse fly. It breeds in the rotting flesh of corpses, and its wings are covered with corpse poison. It specializes in burrowing into the seven orifices of people.

The cave entrance was too narrow to be attacked from all sides, so they decided to use underhanded tactics to wear down the people inside.

Zhou Xing sneered. Without making any big movements, his Adam's apple dipped slightly, his chest rose and fell, and his lower abdomen contracted.

A muffled thud, like the croaking of a frog, or the roar of a dragon.

The internal thunderous sound, driven by the Fishing Toad Force, condensed into a thick and solid ripple that spread from his mouth.

As the water rippled, the gray mist suddenly paused, then disintegrated in a rustling sound. Thousands of tiny insects were crushed as if by a hydraulic press, turning into even finer dust that mixed into the water, leaving no trace.

A suppressed gasp came from outside the cave.

Immediately afterwards, a dark shadow drifted in silently and suddenly unfolded at the cave entrance.

It is a net.

The network cable was jet black and shiny, soaked in corpse oil and hair, with tiny barbs and talismans hanging from each wire.

It is a snake net; once it entangles you, the more you struggle, the tighter it becomes, and the talisman can even corrode your flesh and blood.

The net spread out, almost blocking the entrance to the hole, and a dark, eerie mist enveloped everything.

But then a cold moon shone brightly inside the cave.

Zhou Xing gripped the Gong family's short knife in his left hand, then pierced, flicked, and stirred it along the mesh of the net.

The blade spun like a spindle between his fingers, its silvery edge slicing through the large net.

"Sizzle~~~"

The tough snake net, like a snake whose tendons had been pulled out, suddenly collapsed, and several talismans shattered silently, their runes fading away.

With a flick of his wrist, Zhou Xing swept the remaining net aside by the current, where it became entangled in the jagged rocks at the cave entrance.

Two attempts were made, both to no avail.

A moment of silence followed outside the cave.

The turbulent waves, transmitted through the rock wall, carried anxiety and fear.

The heartbeat was still there, each beat feeling like a tap on their taut nerves.

But Zhou Xing has gradually gotten used to it.

Finally, the figure moved again.

The first one to crawl in was a shirtless man with muscles bulging like tree roots and a twisted water-suppressing beast tattooed on his skin.

Holding a dark, short-handled water-splitting dagger in each hand, he entered with a "glug" sound, his two daggers dancing into two balls of dark light to protect his body. At the same time, he kicked hard against the cave wall with both legs, using the force to propel himself forward like a raging underwater shark, recklessly charging towards Zhou Xing!

With overwhelming force, it's a desperate fighting style, trying to use their physique and momentum to force a bloody path through this narrow hole.

Zhou Xing remained expressionless, the tip of his spear drooping slightly. When the man rushed within five feet of him, he flicked his wrist.

The spear, like a dragon raising its head, gently taps.

"puff."

A soft sound, almost inaudible, blended into the sound of flowing water.

The spear tip pierced through the gap between the man's twin daggers, touching him half an inch below his Adam's apple.

The force is concentrated at a single point, penetrating instantly and severing the energy channels.

The man's momentum came to an abrupt halt.

His eyes suddenly widened, the dark light dissipated, and the water-splitting dagger slipped from his hand, slowly sinking.

He covered his throat, making a hoarse sound, and a string of bubbles appeared. His body swayed, and he fell backward, slowly carried out of the cave by the water.

Screams and the chaotic sound of dragging a corpse came from outside.

Zhou Xing sheathed his spear, the bloodstains on the tip quickly fading as the water washed them away. His posture remained unchanged, still holding the spear horizontally, as if he had never made a move.

Only the sound of his heartbeat, "thump," rang out again, slow and powerful, as if drumming for him.

Soon, the second one appeared.

This time it was a skinny man, as small as a monkey, who used both his hands and feet to climb and jump on the uneven parts of the cave wall at an astonishing speed.

He clung to the cave wall, his figure appearing and disappearing on the protrusions of the rock face, holding three or four constantly twisting water ropes in his hands.

It was made from the tendons of poisonous eels from the bottom of the river, soaked in yin and evil substances, making it slippery to the touch and carrying paralyzing poison.

As he drew near, he suddenly swung his hand, sending three water ropes flying toward Zhou Xing's face and chest. He then crouched down, attempting to slip past the gun from below and strike Zhou Xing's lower body.

The water rope exploded in mid-air, turning into countless tough, slippery strands of hair, spreading a fishy stench.

Zhou Xing remained motionless, then rubbed his palm together, causing the gun barrel to suddenly leap forward half a foot. The swirling water instantly sucked in and entangled the several shattered water ropes together.

Immediately afterwards, he twisted his wrist, and the gun barrel jerked and snapped downwards!

The force was like a muffled thunderclap from underwater.

The tangled water rope snapped and scattered in all directions.

The force of the impact had not yet dissipated, and it traveled along the shaft to the tip of the spear, causing the spearhead to plunge downwards!

Just as the skinny man thought he had succeeded and darted out from below, a cold star rapidly magnified before his eyes.

He tried to shrink back, but it was too late.

"laugh."

The spear tip pierced his crown and went all the way down to his neck.

The man's body stiffened, his movements froze, and the light in his eyes vanished instantly.

Zhou Xing twisted his wrist and drew his gun.

The body sank softly, blocking the bottom of the cave entrance.

The commotion outside the cave grew even louder, with occasional sounds of bone whistles, suppressed curses, and the gurgling of violently churning water, all tinged with a fearful yet intimidating air.

"Thump!"

Inside the cave, the drumbeats resumed.