The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 23 The Age of Foreign Rifles
With the crazy counterattack of the boat gang, the advance speed of the Black Clothes Army slowed down a little, but it was only a slowdown, and the speed of killing the enemy did not slow down much.

In a short period of time, more than thirty people from the boat gang died, leaving only a hundred or so people struggling to survive.

"Zhang Shan, send Fan Xian to see the King of Hell." Seeing that the situation was settled, Li Yuan waved his hand indifferently and gave the order, his voice cold and ruthless.

"Yes, sir." Zhang Shan responded in a low voice, picked up the black iron rod and leaped to the pillar at the door of the warehouse.

He lifted his foot and pushed against a pillar, using the force to leap towards a pillar not far away. He turned over and pushed his legs again, using the power from his feet to do a backflip, leaping over the heads of the crowd below and landing steadily in front of Fan Xian, the leader of the boat gang.

"Monkey Fist Zhang Shan, please teach me."

Zhang Shan was wearing a long green gown, his face was calm, his eyes were sharp, his hands were tightly holding the ink-black iron rod, his body sank, and his legs bent in a huge arc, like a monkey squatting and holding a rod.

"Do you really want to kill them all?"

Fan Xian had a strong build and muscular body. He held a long sword with a broad blade that gleamed with cold light. He lowered his waist and sat with his legs crossed, making a starting stance with the sword, and shouted in a grim voice.

The name of Guangdong's Twin Monkeys has been around in the martial arts world for a long time. No matter how skilled he is in swordsmanship, he can never be a match for this old guy.

No matter how badly the opponent's blood and energy were depleted, he was still a real master of dark force, and he was not comparable to him, a mere bright force warrior.

He really didn't want to fight with this old guy unless it was necessary.

"Fight!" Zhang Shan raised his eyes slightly, murderous intent flashing in his eyes. He casually smashed the throat of the person who was attacking him from behind with a stick, and uttered the word "fight" lightly.

"Old bastard! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?" Seeing that this battle was inevitable, Fan Xian completely abandoned all his illusions. A ruthless look emerged on his face. He roared, and his long sword emerged from the sea like a dragon, bringing with it a fierce gust of wind, and went straight for Zhang Shan's neck.

Zhang Shan's eyes narrowed, his body swayed, and he cleverly avoided the knife.

The ink-black iron stick in his hand turned into several stick shadows, as agile as a monkey playing, blocking the opponent's endless sword force one by one.

This is the unique skill of monkey stick - monkey playing with stick!
"Your swordsmanship is good, but it's still a little lacking." Zhang Shan praised, and with the shadow of his stick, he easily broke the opponent's sword force, and when he saw the right opportunity, he lightly hit his lower abdomen with a stick.

Fan Xian only felt a continuous force attacking his abdomen. Although it was not strong, it was difficult to resist. His stomach churned and he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He steadied his retreating body and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a grim expression.

One really should not underestimate any dark energy master. This attack has pierced his stomach and intestines. Even if he escapes with his life by chance, he will have no hope in martial arts in this life.

"Old man, I'm going to fight you!"

With a crazy look on his face, he shouted fiercely and attacked again fiercely. He swung his sword even faster and slashed out with powerful force one after another.

Gale Slash, Thunderbolt Strike, Mountain Breaking Strike... Each move is more fierce and powerful than the last, and it is a completely life-risking fighting style.

Zhang Shan had a calm expression, his stick techniques were like continuous drizzle, soft yet powerful, his body leaped like a nimble ape, wandering among the cold light and sword shadows.

He responded to Fan Xian's attack calmly, using a completely soft-hard approach, and even had enough strength to kill the boat gang members who were approaching.

The battle between the two seemed difficult to resolve, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that Fan Xian was not far from defeat.

The situation on the field became clearer and clearer. After all, the Black Clothes Army was well-trained and could not be compared with the mob of boat gangs.

In just the time it took for the two to fight, the morale of the boat gang was crushed again. After most of them were killed or wounded, only about thirty people were left, running away in a state of emotional collapse. Although the Mo Yi army also suffered dozens of casualties, the ten-to-one casualty ratio in the narrow warehouse was enough to show how powerful the Mo Yi army was.

However, at this moment, the deputy leader of the ship gang, Shen Xiong, led his trusted subordinates and rushed out from the depths of the warehouse with foreign guns.

Suddenly, dense gunfire rang out, and seven bullets shot into the formation of the Mo Yi Army. Six people were shot and fell to the ground instantly.

The remaining two bullets shot towards Zhang Shan, but luckily he dodged them quickly, but even so he was hit in the waist and abdomen.

"Hahaha... wait and see how you die, old man! This is the age of firearms, and the martial arts are long outdated. Do you really think that the boat gang has been based at the dock for so many years just to eat for free?"

When Fan Xian saw this scene, he stepped forward with a grim smile on his face and swung the long sword in his hand to attack the opponent's lower body.

Zhang Shan's face was solemn. He endured the severe pain in his waist and abdomen and responded calmly. However, he was injured in the waist and abdomen after all, and he also had to be wary of Shen Xiong and others in the distance, so he fell into the trap all of a sudden.

"Be careful! It's a foreign musket."

"Cover the injured comrades. Oops, Mr. Zhang has been shot. Erniu and his men cover Mr. Zhang. The rest of you should find cover as soon as possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Mo Yi soldiers' strict formation immediately dispersed, and they quickly and orderly hid in the surrounding shelters. Even the injured Mo Yi soldiers, with the help of their companions, hid behind the shelters at a very fast speed.

A black-clothed soldier named Erniu, led seven black-clothed men and charged directly at the wildly grinning Fan Xian without hesitation.

"Looking for death!" Fan Xian's eyes turned cold, and he swung his long sword, creating a ray of white sword light, which he used to behead a black-clothed soldier who came too close.

"Form a battle formation!" Erniu's eyes flushed red as he gave a low and calm shout and led the remaining Mo Yi soldiers to form a battle formation. They surrounded Fan Xian tightly in the middle and tried their best to kill him.

Warehouse door.

"Captain, be careful!"

The seven burly men in black clothes behind Li Yuan immediately stood in front of him, looking at Shen Xiong and the other nine people deep in the warehouse with fear, their eyes fixed on the foreign rifles in their hands.

"Kill them now! It will take a long time to exchange the foreign guns for ammunition, hurry!" Wang Yi reminded loudly, exerted force on his feet, and rushed towards the depths of the warehouse at full speed.

"Be careful, young friend!" Li Yuan's face changed, and his feet exerted strength. His body was like an old ape, and he rushed to the depths of the warehouse first.

The seven burly men in black clothes behind him all drew their short blades from their waists and followed closely. The short blades in their hands flashed cold light and killed every enemy they met along the way. Their target was also very clear, which was Shen Xiong and his nine men who were loading ammunition deep in the warehouse.

When Wang Yi passed by a corpse, he bent down and picked up a long knife from the ground. After standing up, he exerted force on his feet and flexibly leaped over the wooden cargo boxes, approaching Shen Xiong who was holding a pistol at an extremely fast speed.

Shen Xiong looked at the boy charging at him and the grim-faced Li Yuan, and frantically loaded the ammunition, but because of nervousness he could not load it. He threw away the short gun in his hand, drew the long sword from his waist and cursed: "Fuck you, foreigners' stuff is really unreliable."

Seeing this, the gang members around them also started cursing, threw away their guns without hesitation and turned around to run.

"You bunch of idiots, come back here. No one can escape if you offend the Poison Monkey in Foshan." Shen Xiong looked at his confidants who were running around and couldn't help but curse.

Seeing his confidant fleeing into the depths of the warehouse without looking back, he could only curse and follow him. If he stayed, he would die, but if he escaped, he might have a chance of survival. It was self-evident what choice he made.

(End of this chapter)