The 18th year of the Da Yong reign: The beginning of the story involves rescuing revolutionaries.

Wang Lingguan nodded obediently and went into the warehouse.

Zhang Dafa sighed, thinking that the other party was worried about his daughter and had no choice but to fight to the death. Then, remembering that he had taken a bite out of someone else's money, he whispered to Wang Zhi behind his back, "I'll take care of your daughter for you. If things don't turn out well, I'll take her and run away with us, so that you can have a descendant too."

Wang Zhi wasn't the only one to leave the warehouse; there were also other martial arts figures whose names were mentioned, such as Iron Fist Zhang Henhu.

Therefore, Zhang Dafa felt that there might still be a chance for things to turn around.

He had only heard that ordinary martial artists were strong, but they couldn't withstand a large number of people. As the saying goes, two fists can't beat four hands.

He hid in the warehouse and peeked outside.

Wang Zhi walked at the front, with Zhang Henhu and other martial arts experts beside him. After taking a few steps, these people stopped and stood cautiously on the deck, ready to fight. Only Wang Zhi continued to walk forward. Not only did he walk, but he also slowly drew the horizontal sword from his waist, the tip of the sword pointing diagonally at the ground.

The pale-faced strategist gave the fathead fish a wink, and the latter nodded, looking at Wang Zhi who was walking forward with a playful expression.

"What's your name? Tell me!" the fathead fish shouted.

The two were only five steps apart at that moment.

Wang Zhi looked at the fathead fish's bloated body. It was really strong and tall, much taller than Wang Zhi, who was over 1.8 meters tall. It was more than two meters tall and covered in fat, like a small hill blocking his way.

It looks much more terrifying than the game's promotional images.

However, Wang Zhi remained silent.

Shibawu is a small dungeon near Liuzhou County. The leader, Fathead Fish, can barely be considered a mini-boss, while the second leader, Bald Hawk, is an elite monster. I don't know how many times I've been killed in the game.

Although both of them were at the Commoner Realm, they were quite different from Wang Zhi, as he had noticed when he killed that bald hawk earlier.

He is now at the level of a commoner with 45 meridians open, while this fathead fish had only about ten meridians open and hadn't even broken through the 22-meridian level before being wiped out by the player.

"Shut up, what are you pretending to be, acting all high and mighty with your grandpa? Fine, then I'll just kill you first." Fathead Fish picked up his axe and charged forward.

When he runs, he looks like a rolling stone block.

A powerful axe came crashing down on Wang Zhi's head. If it had landed, it would have chopped him up like firewood.

Zhang Henhu and his men were terrified at the sight.

It felt as if a scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere was about to unfold at any moment.

However, the expected scene did not occur. With a clang, Wang Zhi's horizontal sword steadily blocked the axe blade, and then he stepped forward and chopped with such speed that sparks flew off the axe.

This is the second move of the Deathly Blade technique, Wind and Waves Turn.

A commoner's world?

Fathead Fish was startled; he never expected that a martial artist at the Commoner Realm could be hidden on this cargo ship.

Not daring to be overconfident any longer, he quickly pressed down with his axe and clashed with Wang Zhi's horizontal sword. Their weapons bounced apart, and the long-handled axe was raised high. However, Wang Zhi only moved his right hand back slightly before quickly swinging it down again.

The fathead fish was forced to passively engage the enemy.

The clanging sounds echoed through the air as the two men clashed with swords and axes, sparks flying everywhere.

Wang Zhi's strikes grew faster and more ferocious with each stroke, relentlessly chasing and biting the fathead fish.

The latter suffered repeated defeats.

Enraged, the fat fish roared and, after deflecting the opponent's blade again, swung his axe horizontally, gathering all the qi and blood in his body, opening all eleven meridians, and mobilizing his internal energy. His hands swelled up even larger, his fingers red and swollen like carrots, and he lashed out horizontally in mid-air: "You dog, take this axe from your grandpa!"

The air froze for a moment, then exploded with a loud bang.

What a display of power! Wang Zhi's eyes flickered, knowing that the fathead fish had been driven to desperation and was now unleashing its fury.

He simply held his sword horizontally in front of his chest to block.

With a hum, the blade bent downwards, and Wang Zhi took the opportunity to retreat step by step to dissipate his force.

He felt a tightness in his chest and shortness of breath, and staggered back six or seven steps. He stomped heavily on the deck, exhaled loudly, and his blood and qi surged and converged from his forty-five meridians, dissolving his injuries and turning them into an offensive force. He shot towards the fathead fish like an arrow released from a bow.

The fathead fish, who had just used this move, stared in astonishment at Wang Zhi, who was charging up again. He never expected that not only would his axe not kill the opponent, but that he would be able to quickly mobilize his remaining strength to launch a counterattack.

Where the hell did this evil star come from?

He was just exhausted when he hastily grabbed an axe to block the attack.

Wang Zhi easily knocked the axe away from the fathead fish, leaving the center of the gate wide open in front of Wang Zhi. He swung his sword down, and the fathead fish raised its right arm to block.

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the fat of the bighead carp, and a scream rang out as blood spurted out.

Wang Zhi continued his offensive relentlessly, seizing every opportunity. In an instant, most of his forty-five meridians were opened. He clenched his left hand into a fist and unleashed a powerful inch-heart punch at the fathead fish's chest. The force of the inch-heart punch exploded, causing the fish's fat to tremble like waves. It then coughed up blood.

That punch severed his heart meridian!

With a thud, he fell backward to the ground, his eyes staring blankly upward, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, yet he still stammered, "You scoundrel, you took my life."

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Three beams of white light emerged and shot towards Wang Zhi's brow.

The battle ended in an instant. Qian Shun, the leader of the guards, reacted the fastest, blocking the bandits with a single blow and shouting with wild joy, "Your leader is dead! Lay down your weapons and surrender!"

The bandits stood frozen in place, while one of the quickest-witted ones dove into the water and jumped into the river to escape.

Those with iron fists and iron legs, at this moment, also recovered from their shock and began to control the remaining bandits.

Those travelers who had been hiding in the warehouse and watching the scene cheered with relief at having survived the ordeal.

This naturally included Zhang Dafa, who was watching the man feeding him white steamed buns display his power. He opened his mouth in surprise, thinking that he had already gathered information and knew which martial arts figures were going to the Shen family to join in the fun, but he had overlooked such a strong person.

Even now, he still couldn't recall what he was muttering about—something about Liuzhou County. This person boarded the ship in Liuzhou County; it couldn't possibly be the legendary Double Flower Red Stick of the Daxing Gang, Master Fu, could it?

Master Fu is utterly loyal to the leader of the Daxing Gang, so there's no way he would have gone to join the Shen family. Zhang Dafa thought about it again and again but couldn't figure it out.

Or perhaps, that mysterious gang leader?

The pale-faced strategist reacted the fastest, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he slipped away.

He jumped onto a speedboat on the river, and just as he was about to escape, he heard a thud on his back.

Turning around, I was terrified.

He knelt on the boat, begging for mercy: "Great hero, I am a scholar from the fifth year of Yuan Chun. I was forced into becoming a river bandit by that fathead fish. If you spare me, I will go back and eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist prayers every day to help the wronged souls who died at the hands of the fathead fish."

"Let me ask you, you were hiding so well, why did you suddenly decide to rob this cargo ship?" Wang Zhi asked, looking at the man.

"If I answer the question, will you release me?"

"Okay, hurry up and tell me." Wang Zhi nodded impatiently.

"A man in black came to our chief in Shibawu and asked us to rob this cargo ship. He wanted a little girl, about seven or eight years old, alive on board. He offered the chief a thousand silver dollars, plus a deposit of fifty silver dollars. That was enough to tempt the chief."

"Oh? A seven or eight-year-old little yellow-haired girl." Wang Zhi turned around and looked at the cargo ship behind him. His gaze seemed to go beyond the deck and the cargo door, and he saw Wang Lingguan hiding behind the door.