The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

East China Sea, Daqu Mountain area.

The sea was shrouded in mist, the wind was salty, and the waves were cold.

On the vast expanse of blue waves, a lone boat navigates among the reefs.

At the bow of the ship, Chen Qianyang, dressed in black, held the "Azure Water Sword".

The sea breeze made the hem of her clothes flutter loudly.

He was like a stone sculpture, remaining unmoved despite the churning seawater.

Those deep eyes stared silently into the distance.

After taking the Seven-Day Dew from the Red Sleeves, the cold poison in his body was temporarily suppressed.

His combat strength has also returned to its original level.

Yang Guo and several disciples from the Beggars' Sect were making preparations behind him.

They were all specially selected, and were excellent swimmers.

Excitement gleamed in Yang Guo's eyes; he was clearly thrilled to be able to participate in such a great battle.

He still remembered Chen Qianyang's words.

We decide who wins and who loses. You decide who lives and who dies.

Seeing that they were almost there, Chen Qianyang nodded to Yang Guo and the others.

Yang Guo and his group immediately jumped into the sea from the small boat.

At this moment, only Chen Qianyang and the boatman were on the lone boat.

A muffled bugle call pierced the thick fog.

"They're here." Chen Qianyang narrowed his eyes.

At the edge of the horizon, a fleet of more than ten ships was anchored at the foot of Daqu Mountain.

On the flagship's deck, Qi Wuyai stood with his hands behind his back, while Fang Wei stood respectfully behind him.

"Elder! Look! It's that brat!" Fang Wei, with his sharp eyes, had already spotted Chen Qianyang's lone boat: "He actually dares to come alone to his death!"

Qi Wuyai's eyes narrowed sharply. What was this kid doing here?

Ha, you really have guts!

"Qi Wuyai! Fang Wei!"

Chen Qianyang channeled his inner strength, his voice carrying far and wide, clearly reaching everyone's ears: "Your illegal sale of weapons has been exposed. Surrender now!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Wei was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter: "Surrender? You think you can take me on, kid?"

He turned to Qi Wuyai and said, "Elder, has this kid gone mad?"

"Hmph, what a charade." Although Qi Wuyai was naturally suspicious, he could indeed see only a small boat on the sea.

He had already tested Chen Qianyang's strength last night. The kid had been avoiding a fight, so his martial arts skills were probably nothing special. Moreover, he was poisoned, so he could probably only use six or seven tenths of his martial arts skills.

"Fang Wei," Qi Wuyai coldly ordered, "Take some men and go take him down. Don't ruin the business."

This kid from Mount Hua isn't scary; Guo Jing's tiger is definitely lurking nearby, and that's the biggest threat.

Therefore, he needs someone to test the waters.

"Yes!" Fang Wei accepted the order, drew his sword, and his face was full of bloodthirsty excitement.

Although he usually appears to be a wealthy man, he had also practiced martial arts diligently in his youth, and this young man from Mount Hua is only about twenty years old.

How could it be my own opponent?

"Men! Follow me!" he roared, "Chop that brat into pieces and feed him to the fish!"

The three warships immediately split into a triangular formation and surrounded Chen Qianyang's speedboat.

Upon seeing this, Chen Qianyang's lips curled into a smile.

The small boat abruptly turned around and headed towards the group of reefs behind it.

"You little brat, where do you think you're going!"

Fang Wei urged the warship forward, giving chase, and in an instant, it entered that deadly reef area.

The next moment, something unexpected happened!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The sound of war drums rose from the sea in all directions!

In the thick fog, several Beggars' Clan boats shot out like arrows, their bows filled with Beggars' Clan elites, instantly surrounding Fang Wei's three boats!

"Oh no! We've fallen into their trap!" Fang Wei was terrified.

"Whoosh—Bang!"

A brilliant red firework exploded in the sky above Fang Wei's fleet, piercing the thick fog.

"Let's do it!"

On the flagship where Qi Wuyai was, he saw the firework and felt a sense of foreboding.

Just then, a thunderous roar seemed to come from the heavens:

"You scoundrel, prepare to die!"

Qi Wuyai suddenly turned around and saw a tall, imposing figure leaping from the Beggars' Sect ship dozens of feet away, as if a god had descended to earth!

It was Guo Jing!

He attacked in anger, pushing the Nine Yin Manual to its limit. While still in mid-air, he unleashed a palm strike!

"The dragon that soars too high will regret it!"

This palm strike was simple and unadorned, yet as heavy as a mountain.

The golden dragon-shaped palm strike slammed downwards with overwhelming force!

"Guo Jing! How dare you!"

Although Qi Wuyai had anticipated that Guo Jing would come, he did not expect him to come so fiercely.

Guo Jing actually had the idea of ​​capturing the leader first, which is really beneath him.

He roared and, without thinking, unleashed both palms simultaneously, his dark purple true energy bursting forth as he met the attack with the full force of the [Frosty Corpse Poison Palm]!

"Boom!"

Golden light and black energy collided violently!

A loud bang, like thunder rising from the ground.

Splinters flew everywhere on the flagship, and one of the masts was even shattered by the blast.

Guo Jing landed, and the deck beneath his feet shattered.

Qi Wuyai was also forced back three steps, feeling a surge of pure yang energy invade his body, clashing violently with his cold poison true energy, causing his blood and qi to churn.

"Take another slap!"

Guo Jing was ruthless once he gained power.

Without stopping, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms launched another powerful and sweeping attack with the move "Dragon Fighting in the Wilds"!

There are no fancy tricks or schemes, only straightforward and honest palm strikes!

The two masters instantly engaged in a fierce battle on the flagship!

Meanwhile, the situation on the other side of the battlefield was quite different.

Chen Qianyang's speedboat had already changed direction, like a sharp knife, piercing straight into the side of Fang Wei's flagship.

"Fire arrows! Fire arrows!" Fang Wei was terrified and commanded the guards.

Arrows rained down in an instant.

Chen Qianyang, however, used the arrows to his advantage, lightly touching the side of his own boat with his toes, moving like a ghost.

He deflected several incoming arrows in mid-air and landed silently on the deck of the enemy ship.

"Kill him!"

Four men in black simultaneously drew their swords, forming a battle formation in four directions. Their blades flashed fiercely, instantly blocking all of Chen Qianyang's escape routes.

Chen Qianyang kept his eyes straight ahead.

The flaws of the four men were all exposed.

He moved again.

The Azure Water Sword was suddenly drawn from its sheath, its light flashing.

The man on the left struck too hard with his knife, leaving his ribs wide open.

The person on the right was unsteady on their feet and was a beat too slow in changing their move.

The two in front have a gap in their combined attack!

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes.

"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"

Four soft sounds.

Chen Qianyang's figure had already passed through the sword formation and appeared behind the four people.

The four black-clad protectors remained in their sword-wielding stances, and then a line of blood spurted from the throat of each of them.

"The Nine Swords of Dugu"

The best strategy is to have no strategy at all!

The four corpses collapsed with a thud.

Fang Wei went mad after witnessing his trusted confidant being killed in an instant.

He drew his sword, channeled his inner strength, and unleashed the "Overturning Sea Sword Technique," slashing at Chen Qianyang, who had just landed.

This strike was the culmination of his life's work, creating a massive, powerful wave!

This kid's swordsmanship is unorthodox, but his internal strength is shallow!

Let's see how he dares to take this blow!

However, Chen Qianyang did not dodge or evade this full-force attack.

He raised the Azure Water Sword in his hand just as the blade was about to reach his body.

He casually handed it forward.

This sword strike, seemingly slow, resembles a child practicing for the first time.

The Nine Swords of Dugu—this sword strike is neither aimed at a knife nor at a person.

It is a "flaw".

"What?!"

Fang Wei's face showed utter shock.

He felt a numbness in his wrist, and his powerful strike was deflected, the blade grazing Chen Qianyang's clothes.

Before he could change his move, Chen Qianyang's sword was already like a leech, the tip trembling slightly.

"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"

The sword flashed, too fast to see clearly.

Fang Wei's sword strike came to an abrupt halt.

He looked down and saw that each of the three major acupoints on his chest had a hole.

The meridians are severed, and the dantian is ruined.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

Chen Qianyang slowly sheathed his sword; not a drop of blood stained the blade.

He didn't even glance at Fang Wei, his gaze calmly fixed on the distant battle that would truly decide the outcome.

"Thump."

Fang Wei collapsed to the ground, unconscious.