My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 59: Eternal Night, Dragon Roar

"Wow~"

Zeng Anmin came ashore from the water, and the water droplets on his clothes fell into lines, dripping onto the ground.

He didn't try to control it.

There was a rustling sound under my feet and on the ground.

"Who?!"

The majestic figure of King Jiang in front suddenly turned around.

Under the moonlight, those icy eyes looked like an eagle and a wolf.

His voice was very thick, and it could be heard through the leaves in the dense forest, creating a hint of wind.

Zeng Anmin didn't say anything. He walked step by step, and the short axe in his hand formed a line of cold light along the way he came.

The tall figure was blurred by the moonlight, like a ghost coming to claim his life.

"Da da da."

One step, two steps...

Finally, he came to within two meters of King Jiang.

When Prince Jiang saw the extremely conspicuous headgear on his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He stared at Zeng Anmin intently, his voice extremely cold, emphasizing each word:
"Black, Cat, Wu, Fu?

"good."

Zeng Anmin's hoarse voice sounded, and his attention was fixed on Prince Jiang, on guard against him escaping at any time.

"I'm here today to take your life."

His voice was cold and emotionless.

Accompanied by the cold wind of the cold night, it sounded like the Lord of Hell.

Prince Jiang cannot escape from his hands alive.

"An eighth-rank warrior, taking my life?"

Prince Jiang acted as if he had heard a joke, and a sneer appeared on his frosty face.

He looked up and down at Zeng Anmin who was gradually approaching, without paying any attention to him.

Now that he was out of control, he didn't feel nervous at all, his cold eyes looked like he was looking at a dog barking.

Prince Jiang practiced martial arts.

Everyone in the officialdom of Liangjiang County knew about it.

This is not a difficult thing to find out.

It's just that he didn't have much talent for martial arts and had never reached the seventh level of visualization.

Listen to his tone...

Zeng Anmin frowned slightly under the black cat mask.

Could it be that he is not the eighth-grade Wudan as rumored?

"It's okay. You'll believe it when you die."

Zeng Anmin knew that he had little combat experience, so he wanted to strike first.

He was about to launch a surprise attack on King Jiang after he spoke.

However, I never expected that an extremely sharp whistling sound was heard in the air.

"Chirp!!!"

Prince Jiang kicked the ground with his left leg and rushed towards Zeng Anmin.

In the darkness of the night, his body was like that of a ferocious beast, marching with crazy steps.

The fist as big as a sandbag created a sharp gust of wind and came straight towards Zeng Anmin's face! !
Despicable!! Shameless!!

This person actually thinks the same as me!
Zeng Anmin cursed inwardly. He could naturally see King Jiang's attack route clearly.

But he didn't have much practical experience, so his first reaction was to hide.

The next moment, the aura of martial arts filled his body.

He bent his legs and retreated violently!

"Ah!"

Prince Jiang's punch missed and he sneered at the sight.

With an extremely beautiful turn, the strong and twisted left leg followed in an orderly manner.

"call!"

The long kick came with the strong wind.

His attack was extremely fast, with kicks followed by fists.

"call!"

"call!"

Zeng Anmin was not given any chance to react between the punches and kicks.

Zeng Anmin hid in a somewhat awkward manner.

Prince Jiang's offensive continued wave after wave without stopping.

He could only dodge desperately without even a chance to breathe.

Finally, his body was forced to the shore.

Behind me is the rushing river.

"You are not the Black Cat Warrior!!"

King Jiang frowned as he made a quick attack.

In his impression, the Black Cat Warrior killed people with one strike, and his technique was neat and tidy. However, the man in front of him was flustered in his attack, and it was obvious that he had no combat experience.

And the spiritual weapon in his hand is a green short knife...

"damn thing!!"

A fierce look flashed in Zeng Anmin's eyes.

At this point he had nowhere to retreat, and if he retreated any further he would fall into the river.

The eyes under the hood were fixed on King Jiang in front of him.

When his next attack was about to whiz out, Zeng Anmin suddenly rushed forward to meet it.

"die!!!"

The martial elixir in his body was running wildly, and the violent martial arts energy filled the meridians in his entire body like a long river.

The short axe in his hand crossed the sky like dawn.

"Om!!"

Under the flow of martial arts aura, the short axe actually emitted seven colors!
Such a brilliant light contains boundless murderous intent.

Prince Jiang cursed inwardly when he saw this.

If he struck out like that, he would hit the masked man in front of him in the face.

But at the same time, he would definitely not be able to escape the destruction of the hatchet.

"drink!!"

He growled, tried his best to retract his fist, and avoided the attack by a hair's breadth.

"Bang!!"

Prince Jiang stepped on his feet and distanced himself from Zeng Anmin.

"Hi~"

The axe flashed, and the blow cut off a few strands of black hair floating in the air.

The wind howled.

The weather in the south mixed with the chill from the river surface gives people a biting pain.

But at this time, the two people standing opposite each other on the shore were completely unaware of this.

They stared at each other intently.

Zeng Anmin tried hard to regulate his breathing.

The battle just now was extremely thrilling. Under the attack of King Jiang, he couldn't even display his original realm and strength.

"Hula~"

The fallen leaves on the ground don't give anyone time.

After being picked up by the cold wind, it slowly floated towards the two of them.

There was a sudden gleam of brilliance in Prince Jiang's eyes.

The next moment, scales began to flash on his body.

The scales spread from the waist and abdomen to the face.

Piece by piece, stack by stack, they shine brightly under the moonlight.

At the same time, a slight line of water emerged from between the scales.

Carrying the fishy smell of water and strange fluctuations.

Water meaning!

This is a unique meaning that only exists in the seventh level of martial arts visualization realm! !
Prince Jiang's body has undergone tremendous changes.

"No matter who you are, I will kill you today as a sacrifice to this king!!"

At this moment, his momentum suddenly reached its peak.

The oppressive force emanating from himself swept straight towards Zeng Anmin.

at the same time.

A playful smile appeared on King Jiang's face, and he looked at Zeng Anmin as if he was looking at a dead person:
"It is said in the outside world that I have no talent for martial arts."

"I think you are so confident because you must have believed the rumors from outside."

"To die at the hands of the Visualization Realm is enough to make one proud even if they saw a ghost messenger."

The huge body of King Jiang seemed to be strolling leisurely in the garden, moving forward step by step, trying to create huge psychological pressure on the man in the black cat mask opposite.

At the same time, the water ripples emanating from the scales became more and more violent and anxious.

……

Zeng Anmin looked at the approaching Prince Jiang without any ripples in his heart.

Is it the state of visualization?

Haha, me too!
He looked at the approaching King Jiang and slowly assumed a pose.

His right leg was facing backward, his left leg was in front, he gently grasped the hatchet with both hands, and slowly raised the axe blade...

Follow this action.

The hatchet in his hand blended into the night.

The martial arts energy circulated by the martial arts pill in the body flowed towards the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Yan!!!"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the dragon above the virtual shadow of the dragon map seemed to be coming over, emitting an extremely fierce sense of oppression.

at the same time.

Zeng Anmin's right arm holding the short axe changed with the dragon's roar that only he could hear...

(End of this chapter)