The Smiling, Proud Wanderer: From the Moment He Picked Up Qu Feiyan

With a serious leg injury, how far can he swim?

Shen An slashed open his clothes with his sword, leaving only his underpants. He then took a deep breath, gripped the Light Sound Sword in reverse to prevent it from being lost in the water, and plunged into the water as well.

The cold and unfamiliar feeling instantly enveloped him, but he immediately recited the Ice Heart Mantra in his mind to forcibly eliminate the instinctive panic and discomfort in his body.

As the cool sensation flowed through his mind, his pores and blood vessels, which had contracted due to the cold, gradually opened up, and his enhanced senses played an unexpected role in the underwater world.

He could clearly "see" a faint, intermittent line of blood in that murky darkness, like a ribbon guiding a soul, winding its way downstream into the depths.

That was Ma Bao's blood.

found it!

Shen An gathered his inner strength and pushed off with both legs, quickly chasing after the source of the bloody smell.

Although he wasn't particularly good at swimming, his powerful physical strength gave him propulsion in the water that far exceeded that of ordinary people, making the resistance of the water flow seem to be significantly reduced in his presence.

On the other side, Ma Bao, who had sunk into the water, was desperately trying to escape.

He's a seasoned veteran who's been living on the edge for decades, and his swimming skills are exceptionally good.

Once in the water, he became like a slippery eel, never swimming in a straight line, trying to obscure the direction Shen An was pursuing.

But all of this was rendered futile by the deep, bone-revealing wound on his right leg. The excruciating pain gnawed at his bones like maggots, each movement pulling at the broken tendons and bones, bringing a piercing, tearing-out agony.

Blood gushed uncontrollably from the wound, taking away not only his precious body heat and strength, but also becoming Shen An's fishing line.

Ma Bao's heart was filled with endless regret and resentment.

He never imagined that the seemingly naive young man would be such a ruthless and merciless devil!

He could feel the water ripples behind him getting closer and closer, and the chilling killing intent, even across the river, made him feel like he was being pricked by thorns.

I can't run away anymore! Competing in speed and endurance in the water is a sure way to die for me, an injured person!

At this thought, a crazy determination flashed in Ma Bao's eyes.

He suddenly flipped over, no longer running away, but instead opened his arms and hugged Shen An tightly as he chased after him!

During the previous fight, Ma Bao had clearly seen that although Shen An's martial arts skills were exceptionally high, his experience in combat was obviously not very rich.

He had never experienced such a battle in the water before, and he believed he had a three-tenths chance of winning.

Upon seeing this, Shen An's eyes turned cold.

The sword trembled in the water, its tip piercing straight into Ma Bao's heart.

However, the trajectory of a sword in water is far less swift than on land, due to the immense resistance.

Ma Bao grinned maliciously, tilted his body slightly, and let the sword pierce his left shoulder. At the same time, his arms clamped Shen An's body tightly like iron clamps.

The sharp blade pierced flesh, blood gushed out, instantly staining the river water between the two men red.

Ma Bao seemed to feel no pain. He used his body to block Shen An's sword, and then used all his strength to drag the two of them to the deeper bottom of the river!

This is the most primitive and vicious tactic of mutual destruction. In deep water, once you are entangled, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, if you can't catch your breath, you will eventually drown.

Shen An made a quick decision, loosening his grip on the sword hilt and letting it sink into the dark riverbed.

Then, he clenched his fist.

"Bang!"

That punch cleared Ma Bao's eyes, and his ferocity vanished in an instant.

Unfortunately, it was underwater, and like the previous sword strike, its power did not achieve the effect Shen An desired.

Driven by the instinct for survival, Ma Bao gritted his teeth, tightened his arms around Shen An's waist, and wrapped his legs tightly around her waist, looking like a madman!

very good!

A hint of violence flashed in Shen An's eyes. He braced his left hand on Ma Bao's shoulder to steady himself, and raised his right fist high again, this time gathering all his strength before bringing it down heavily!

This punch directly smashed half of Ma Bao's face, causing it to collapse. The muffled sound of his cheekbone shattering could be clearly heard even through the water, and his flesh and blood were instantly blurred!

One punch!

Another punch!

One more punch!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dull thuds echoed continuously in the deathly still river. Under this relentless barrage of blows, Ma Bao's head initially trembled violently, then swayed weakly...

His arms, which had been tightly gripping the crotch, loosened considerably.

Having gained some space, Shen An suddenly thrust his right arm through Ma Bao's chin, his arm like a giant steel python, instantly coiling around Ma Bao's neck, his hand pressing firmly against the back of his head. A perfect and deadly strangulation maneuver had been formed!

Ma Bao stared wide-eyed in terror, feeling as if his head was being clamped between the jaws of a giant beast!

Shen An's arm muscles bulged instantly, veins bulging, as he poured his inhuman strength into them without reservation!

"Crunch...crunch..."

A sickening cracking sound of bones dislocating rang out, but it wasn't enough!

Shen An's eyes were bloodshot. With his last breath, he let out a silent roar like a wild beast, and his arms exerted their maximum strength once again!

"puff!!"

A muffled thud, like a ripe watermelon being squeezed and burst.

Under this irresistible and terrifying force, Ma Bao's neck bone fractured first, and then the entire skull broke apart from its most vulnerable part!

His eyes, bulging with terror and suffocation, instantly lost all their luster. Red blood and white brain matter, mixed with bubbles, burst into a cloud of scarlet and milky white mist around his head.

The arm that had been tightly gripping Shen An finally loosened completely.

Ma Bao's body slowly tumbled in the murky river water, like a discarded rag, sinking towards the dark riverbed and soon disappearing from sight.

The battle is over.

solved.

When that intense killing intent suddenly dissipated, an overwhelming wave of exhaustion and weakness instantly engulfed Shen An.

A heavy sword strike, chasing Tian Boguang, and a water battle with Ma Bao.

All of this was so exhausting that Shen An had no strength left.

My lungs felt like they were being burned by fire, and my limbs felt weak and aching all over; I didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

He barely surfaced, greedily inhaling the cool, fishy air, and coughed violently.

He looked up and saw only the vast expanse of the river all around, shimmering in the twilight sun, stretching as far as the eye could see. The scenery on both banks had long since faded into blurry shadows, and he had no idea where he was.

He tried to paddle his arms, trying to swim to the shore, but the leaden heaviness made him give up almost immediately.

Trying to swim across will only waste your hard-earned energy, and you might even sink due to exhaustion.

If I drift for another half an hour, I will be able to recover some of my strength and safely reach the shore.

Shen An quickly made a judgment in his mind.

He stopped struggling and relaxed his whole body, floating face up on the river in the most energy-efficient position, letting the cold and swift river water carry his body downstream.

He closed his eyes, and the noise and danger of the outside world seemed to drift away from him. He cleared his mind of distractions, concentrated his spirit, and began to silently circulate the Songshan Heart Sutra.

The icy river water continuously took away his body heat, but the slowly flowing internal energy generated a faint warmth from the depths of his dantian, gradually nourishing his exhausted body.

He drifted like that, his consciousness remaining slivered.

Sunlight shone on his pale face, and he was like a piece of driftwood, drifting downstream on the vast and boundless Xiang River.