Simultaneous Transmigration: The Re-merging of 99 Selves

Chapter 182 The Dragon Regrets

War drums thundered, and arrows rained down on the lake.

Hundreds of warships from both sides charged toward each other, first exchanging powerful bows and crossbows, the sound of arrows piercing the air and clanging as they struck the ship planks.

Before long, the vanguard warships had already made contact. The Jianghuai soldiers shouted and threw out grappling hooks, locking the two ships firmly together. Then, brandishing their short swords, they jumped onto the other side's deck, and a hand-to-hand battle broke out instantly.

Shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, and the splashing of people mingled together, and the lake surface was stained pale red with blood.

Zhao Yu stood at the bow of the main ship, the hem of his clothes fluttering in the lake breeze.

He glanced coldly across the battlefield and instructed Zhou Faming, the naval commander beside him, "You are in charge here. Just hold the line."

"Sir!" Zhou Faming's expression changed, and he quickly dissuaded him, "In a battle between two armies, arrows and stones have no eyes. Your health is precious; you must not act rashly!"

"Reckless?"

Zhao Yu's lips curled into a cold smile as his gaze locked onto Du Fuwei's flagship opposite him: "To capture the enemy, we must first capture their leader. The opportunity to decide the fate of the world in one battle is right before our eyes. Today, we will have Du Fuwei beheaded here."

Before he finished speaking, he lightly touched the side of the ship with his toes, and his body suddenly soared up, like a large bird soaring through the air, directly traversing the entire battlefield.

As he swept past the warships of the Jianghuai Army, he lightly tapped a soldier's head with his toe. With a burst of true energy, the soldier's skull shattered, and he collapsed to the ground with a muffled groan.

Using this counterforce, Zhao Yu advanced several more feet.

One person per step, one boat per step, in just a few breaths they had traversed a small portion of the lake, getting closer and closer to Du Fuwei's flagship.

"Such fast movement!"

Du Fuwei stood at the bow of the flagship, watching Zhao Yu approach step by step, his expression suddenly becoming serious.

A month or so ago, Zhao Yu's martial arts skills, though not weak, were nowhere near as terrifying as they are now.

Du Fuwei ordered in a deep voice, "Fire! Aim at this man and shoot him dead!"

The archers on the ship all aimed in unison, drew their bows taut, and unleashed hundreds of arrows at Zhao Yu in mid-air, as dense as locusts.

Zhao Yu neither dodged nor evaded, but his internal energy suddenly surged outward, forming an invisible energy shield within three feet of his body.

The arrows, upon approaching, seemed to strike an impenetrable wall, deflecting and scattering across the ground with a clatter.

Even more remarkably, Zhao Yu grabbed an arrow with his backhand and threw it in the opposite direction, channeling his power through his fingertips.

"Shoo-One"

The sound of the arrow piercing the air was even more intense than before, and in an instant it struck the archer ranks of the Jianghuai army. Several soldiers fell to the ground, all pierced by a single arrow.

As Zhao Yu flew closer and closer, the soldiers under his command suffered heavy casualties, and the morale of the Jianghuai army visibly plummeted.

Du Fuwei knew he couldn't wait any longer.

He was known as the master of the universe, and had dominated the Jianghuai region for many years. He had never been bullied like this before.

If Zhao Yu is allowed to kill his way through the ranks, morale will collapse, and the battle will be lost.

"Move closer!"

Du Fuwei waved his hand and ordered in a deep voice, "This commander will test his mettle!"

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling immediately stepped forward and volunteered in unison, "Father, let's lend you a hand!"

Du Fuwei glanced at them sideways and snorted coldly, "I'll settle the score with you two brats later. Now get back to your cabin!"

He turned to his personal guards and ordered, "Keep an eye on them. If they dare to run even a step, break their legs!"

"Here you go!"

Two guards stepped forward and, half-pushing and half-escorting, led the two dragons back to the lower deck.

Kou Zhong looked unwilling, but Xu Ziling secretly gave him a wink, signaling him to calm down.

The warship slowly approached, and the distance between Zhao Yu and Du Fuwei grew closer and closer.

Du Fuwei's face grew increasingly gloomy.

A considerable amount of time has passed since Zhao Yu set off. His opponent must have expended a great deal of internal energy while leaping through the air.

However, Zhao Yu remained as steady as a mountain, his breathing was perfectly calm, and he showed no signs of exhaustion whatsoever.

Internal strength is a skill that requires gradual accumulation over time to improve, but Zhao Yu's rapid progress is simply against common sense.

"Keep going, don't stop! Drain his internal energy!"

Du Fuwei showed no signs of being a master and had no intention of engaging in a one-on-one fight.

He was a regional warlord, not a martial arts master. He only cared about the outcome of battles, not the rules.

Why risk your life if you can wear down your opponent with arrows?

The arrows came in waves, one after another, without end.

Zhao Yulang laughed loudly, his voice drowning out the clamor of the battlefield: "Brother Du, you're known as a master of strategy, a force to be reckoned with across the Jianghuai region, yet today you only dare to hide behind your soldiers and fire arrows? Are you perhaps afraid of me, Zhao?"

Looking at the chaotic battle situation before him, Du Fuwei knew he could no longer stand idly by. Zhao Yu was running rampant on the battlefield, which was suppressing the morale of the Jianghuai Army.

"Good!" He laughed heartily, leaping onto the ship's railing. "Since Brother Zhao is in such high spirits, how could I, Du, refuse? Today, I'll once again test your skills, Brother Zhao. I just hope you won't run away like last time when you couldn't win."

Before the fusion, Zhao Yu was undoubtedly no match for Du Fuwei, but Du Fuwei was also no match for him, which is why the two armies were able to stand their ground.

Du Fuwei's words were clearly intended to boost morale.

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves, raised his palms, and went to meet Zhao Yu who was flying through the air.

A glint flashed in Zhao Yu's eyes, and he brought down both palms with all his might. The outcome of the battle would be decided at this moment.

At this critical moment, the lake beneath Zhao Yu suddenly exploded!

A gray figure burst out of the water, its palm strike chilling and aimed straight for Zhao Yu's vital point in the back.

The timing was perfect, hitting Zhao Yu at the exact moment when his old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet emerged.

Shi Zhi Xuan!

"Watch out, Steward!"

Zhou Faming, watching from afar, was terrified and cried out in alarm.

But Zhao Yu showed no panic whatsoever; instead, a smile appeared on his face.

"I've been waiting for you for so long!"

He roared, and the full force he had been using to attack Du Fuwei suddenly turned back, even adding an extra three-tenths of his power out of thin air.

As for Du Fuwei in front of him, Zhao Yu completely ignored him.

A deep dragon's roar seemed to echo in the void, and the palm strike was fierce and unparalleled, carrying an overwhelming momentum, and slammed straight towards Shi Zhixuan behind him.

The dragon that soars too high will regret it!

This move was not something Zhao Yu stole from Hong Qi, but rather something he devised himself by simulating the essence of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms with the Lesser Formless Skill and combining it with his own unparalleled internal strength.

The moves may not be as exquisite as the original, but adding his internal energy is enough to make up for the shortcomings, and even adds three points to the power.

Shi Zhixuan thought his attack would be a sure hit, but he never expected that Zhao Yu was prepared. The speed of his turn and the strength of his palm strike far exceeded his expectations.

At this point, the move was too late to dodge, and all that was left was to grit one's teeth and take the hit.

"Bang--!"

The two palms clashed, and a loud bang echoed across the lake.

Three enormous underwater waves suddenly erupted, reaching heights of several meters, causing the surrounding warships to shake violently.

The battlefield, which had been filled with the deafening shouts of battle, fell eerily silent for a moment. Soldiers on both sides instinctively stopped fighting and looked toward the two figures in the center of the lake.

As the shockwave dissipated, Zhao Yu paused slightly before landing lightly on a mast, his clothes fluttering as he remained as steady as Mount Tai.

In contrast, Shi Zhixuan was swept back several feet before he regained his footing.

A trickle of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, slowly dripping down his chin. His eyes were fixed on Zhao Yu with a sinister gaze, filled with murderous intent.

But the one who suffered the most was Du Fuwei, who was standing next to him.