The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 73 Battle of Shuanglong Gorge (Part 2)

"At this point, what kind of joke are you telling?"

Surrounded by surging currents, Hong Yuan's light boat remained firmly rooted like an old tree, unaffected by the waves. He glanced around, spotting several reefs that had disappeared, and chuckled softly.

Beneath the gate of the Caobang fortress, in a large patch of shadow, the burly figure sighed again: "Very well! Young man, you have come from afar as a guest, and we should do our best to be hospitable. Please come in."

Hong Yuan shook his head: "You are mistaken. I am not a guest, but a debt collector! In Lan Yue Garden, your third leader of the Canal Gang embezzled three thousand taels of my money. After that, you put a bounty on my head. Over the years, with interest compounding, you should owe me one or two million taels."

These words were spoken, but since the two sides of the canyon were quite far apart, not many people heard them clearly.

The group of Cao Gang disciples who had been waiting on the platform were all red-faced and started shouting and cursing.

The burly man seemed taken aback by this outrageous demand, then sneered, "Three thousand taels? Heh heh! Three thousand taels means you'll have to pay at least a million taels? Aren't you afraid of choking yourself?"

Hong Yuan said leisurely, "My interest rate is a bit high. I know the Cao Gang can't pay it, so I came to collect the debt in person. After I've dealt with you, the Cao Gang can be used to settle the debt."

“I understand now. So you weren’t after the ‘Surging Wave Hands,’ but rather you’ve got your eyes on the Grand Canal Gang.”

The burly man remained hidden in the shadows of the city gate, his tone icy: "Very well, since that's the case, why haven't you made your move yet?"

Hong Yuan said, "I'm waiting for you to come out and fight me!"

The burly man's voice was indifferent: "My family has both geographical advantage and popular support. What makes you think I would abandon my strengths and choose the weak? Young man, you just spoke with such certainty, showing ambition to annex the canal gang. Is it just empty boasting? If you are too cowardly to attack me, why don't you retreat?"

"it is good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hong Yuan suddenly stopped, the ship trembled, and the deadly throat-locking gun was launched into the air, landing between his fingers.

With a whoosh, Hong Yuan leaped out, as if walking on waves. With a sway in the wind, his toes touched the rocks in the river and he landed with a whoosh on a platform more than two zhang high.

The moment this agile movement was displayed, many people on both sides of the canyon gasped in surprise.

Ordinary people can only sigh in amazement, but only those skilled in martial arts know how terrifying it is.

A martial artist who has reached the level of internal strength can leap nearly ten feet, which is already considered a high level of lightness skill. However, Hong Yuan can easily reach a height of two zhang in a single leap, which is truly astonishing.

High up in the canyon, Wu Duxiong also looked surprised, and his initial worries quickly disappeared.

With such an incredible lightness technique at his disposal, it's unclear whether he can defeat the Cao Gang single-handedly. At least, Wu Duxiong doesn't think his junior brother can be stopped from leaving.

As a major battle was about to break out, the spectators on both sides of the canyon became excited. Unexpectedly, Hong Yuan's figure flashed by, moving as fast as a ghost.

Hong Yuan didn't bother with the many Cao Gang disciples on the platform. With a flash of afterimage, he lightly touched the heads and shoulders of several disciples and passed right through them.

Two or three hundred members of the Cao Gang gathered on the platform, but since Hong Yuan didn't want to fight them, they weren't even qualified to touch the hem of his clothes.

Hong Yuan did not rush towards the city gate. Instead, he turned sharply and veered towards a large area of ​​houses on the side of the fortress.

This core castle served as the residence and offices of the gang's leaders, flag masters, incense masters, stewards, and other important figures, while the houses of ordinary disciples and large workshop areas were located on both sides.

In an instant, Hong Yuan landed in a cluster of houses.

The group on both sides of the canyon immediately lost sight of Hong Yuan, but then heard a series of screams and shouts rising and falling.

Accompanying the shouts was a streak of silver light that flashed across the sky, moving from left to right and then from front to back in just a dozen breaths, like a silver snake flowing and crisscrossing.

A series of shattering sounds rang out, and fire snakes shot out from all directions. Then, with a deafening roar, a huge fire broke out in the workshop area.

Many spectators were dumbfounded, while the gang members were already bloodshot and no longer cared about defending the platform, rushing towards the housing area.

"You thief, how dare you!"

On the city wall, some of the upper echelons of the canal gangs, who were hiding in the shadows, could no longer sit still and began to curse loudly.

They didn't care how many ordinary disciples died, but if the workshop area was burned down, the losses would be too great.

A high-ranking member of the Canal Gang, his eyes red, looked down at the man standing like a mountain below the city gate and hissed, "Senior, please make a move!"

The burly man sighed softly, then suddenly reached out and grabbed a weapon. He then pushed off with his foot, and the blue bricks beneath his feet cracked and shattered as he shot out.

While still in mid-air, he roared like thunder: "Come and fight!"

"coming!"

As if in response to his words, a clear whistle rang out, silver light flashed, and with a sharp wind, it sped out of the residential area.

Ignoring the gang members rushing around him, some even raging and drawing their swords to strike, Hong Yuan only saw a burly figure, as strong as a lion, suddenly leap over, its cold, sharp light piercing the air!
With a stomp of his foot, Hong Yuan caused the stone slabs on the ground to shatter with a thunderous roar, sending large pieces of gravel and sand flying. As the several Canal Gang disciples who rushed at him cried out in pain, Hong Yuan's silver spear flashed as he met them in attack.

Suddenly it approached within a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters).

It sounded like thunder.

Some spectators on both sides of the canyon heard a faint rumbling of wind and thunder, followed by a blinding flash of cold light. They then saw two electric snakes intertwined on the platform below the castle, which was used by the canal gang members.

The next moment, a tremendous clang of metal clashing exploded.

The two spears collided in mid-air, exploding into a dazzling burst of light and fire. Centered on the tips of the two spears, the air currents seemed to boil and were pushed out into the air with a "whoosh".

Huh?! The quick-thinking spectators immediately noticed something was wrong. Lei Meng was known as the "Surging Wave Hand," with amazing palm skills. When did he switch to using a gun?
"It's not Senior Lei Meng, it's Han Dingtian, the number one gunner in Mingzhou, the 'Gun King'!" Someone exclaimed in astonishment.

"What?!" Many people stared wide-eyed, straining to see into the distance, wishing they could sprout wings and fly over the fortress to watch the battle.

I was both shocked and even more excited.

The duel between "A Swift Strike" and "Surging Hand" is certainly something to look forward to, but the battle between "Divine Sharpshooter" and "King of Guns," a clash between two generations of gun masters, is even more thrilling.

"When did the Canal Gang invite the Gun King?"

The violent collision of the two spears created a powerful gust of wind that stirred up dust from the ground.

Hong Yuan narrowed his eyes and looked at the burly man opposite him.

His hair was already white, but it showed no signs of withering. Each strand was like a silver thread, shiny and smooth. His square face was radiant with health and vitality, and his muscles were bulging, exuding explosive power.

"Han Dingtian, the 'Gun King'?"

“Indeed! It is I!” Han Dingtian’s white hair rose up, like an angry lion, his eyes wide open, staring at Hong Yuan: “Brother Lei Meng, your ambitions were not fulfilled, but you have passed away. I will take over this battle.”

Hong Yuan said calmly, "You shouldn't have come. At your age, you should be enjoying your retirement, taking care of your grandchildren. Why did you have to seek your own death?"

"Junior is arrogant!"

Han Dingtian let out a fierce roar, raised his spear, and in an instant, countless spear shadows flashed across the sky.

Although he is over sixty years old and approaching seventy, he shows no signs of decline.

This is the mystery of the subtlety of the microscopic realm. The energy is applied with the ease of drawing silk, and the control over one's own qi and blood is also extremely profound, which can greatly prolong one's peak state.

It was clearly one person and one gun, but the moment Han Dingtian moved, it was as if four, eight, or even sixteen guns were fired simultaneously. Streaks of cold light swept through the air, transforming into venomous dragons that devoured life force, ferociously rushing towards Hong Yuan.

In a flash of silver light, a barrier of light suddenly appeared in front of Hong Yuan. He resisted Han Dingtian's attack, but he seemed to be unable to hold on, and was forced to retreat backward, all the way towards the rushing river behind him.

Above the canyon, Qing Songzi's face was solemn, his hand gripping a section of tree trunk so tightly it made a 'crack' sound, already realizing that Hong Yuan was at a disadvantage.

"Indeed, it was a contest between two spears. While the Jinghong Spear was indeed formidable, the 'Spear King' was still superior!" A renowned martial arts master exclaimed. "It's a pity that the Jinghong Spear was too arrogant. If he had honed his skills for a few more years, he might have been qualified to reach even greater heights."

On both sides of the canyon, many martial arts practitioners watched the battle intently, some with anticipation and others with schadenfreude, all wanting to see a rising star perish here.

Perhaps in response, Han Dingtian's spear moved faster and more swiftly, its light transforming into a waterfall. But with a roar, the scattered waterfall seemed to roll back, suddenly shrinking into a single, cold star.

The swift attack and the fierce wind vanished simultaneously, leaving only a flash of starlight so fast it was hard to react, suddenly piercing through.

This is the essence of Han Dingtian's lifelong spear technique: all the power is concentrated into a single point, only to explode with a bang when truly needed.

when!
Hong Yuan's spear trembled, and a surge of power rushed in, sending him flying into the air. Han Dingtian's spear momentum continued, and the surging power poured into the spear tip, thrusting towards Hong Yuan's chest.

At the same time, Hong Yuan suddenly felt the rumbling, shaking sound behind him, like rolling thunder, disappear, leaving only the clear, melodious sound of flowing water.

He himself didn't see it, but hundreds of people on both sides of the canyon saw a ghostly shadow break through the water, quickly use its feet to propel itself up, and suddenly strike Hong Yuan's back with a palm.

Wow!

Hong Yuan suddenly felt his blood and qi slightly agitated.

Flames surged in Han Dingtian's eyes. Just as his opponent was about to perish under the attack from both sides, a flash of light appeared in his eyes, and his sure-fire shot missed.

Hong Yuan moved like a flying catkin, rising with lightning speed. Beneath his feet was Han Dingtian's rapidly advancing spear. He tapped the spear with his foot, flipped himself up, and suddenly spread his five fingers to meet the attacker from behind.

The man was soaking wet, and his face, dripping with water, showed a clear moment of surprise, but his palm strikes did not stop, and it looked like they were about to clash.

Chi Chi!

The attacker seemed to hear a faint piercing sound, as if something had pierced the air and torn several feet apart. Then, he felt a sharp pain in his eyes, and his pupils suddenly burst open!

The attacker screamed in agony, his life force instantly dissipated, and his leaping figure plummeted to the ground.

Hong Yuan unleashed a burst of concentrated energy, striking the target with a single blow. A sharp burst of energy then pierced from below. He countered with a backhand strike, unleashing a powerful, spiraling punch with a deafening boom.

A punch landed on the spear that Han Dingtian was thrusting at, and the latter felt a surge of immense force, causing him to stagger back several steps.

Hong Yuan landed gracefully and looked at Han Dingtian. "There's no need to hide it. In terms of spear technique, I would call you the strongest I've ever encountered, and even above me now. But, I am the strongest when I don't use weapons."

Before he could finish speaking, Hong Yuan pounced out like lightning. A look of horror flashed across Han Dingtian's face. He retreated rapidly, trying to create space to unleash his spear technique, but the opponent was too fast.

The voice was still ringing in his ears when a phantom flashed before his eyes, and the person pounced on his chest, their fingers moving swiftly as they gently pressed against his chest.

As the stinging pain shot through him, Hong Yuan spun around and appeared in front of the attacker again. The attacker, enduring the pain of his eyes popping out, tried to escape, but a foot landed instantly and stomped on his head.

Bang!
Its head instantly sank into the rocks and gravel.

"'The Stormbreaker' Lei Meng? Wasn't he already dead? How come he's come back to life?"

(End of this chapter)