Becoming a saint begins with apprenticing under the last martial arts champion.

As Zhang Jiayu was pulled, she instinctively screamed in terror, "Ahhhhhh—"

His attendant reacted quickly, "Young Master!"

With a loud shout, he rushed forward and grabbed Zhang Jiayu.

But the force underwater was so great that Zhang Jiayu felt like her body was being torn in two!

The immense pain caused him to scream in terror and rage, "Hurry! Help me!!"

"Underwater, that monster underwater is pulling on me!!!"

Even though the attendant was urged on like this, he did not lose his composure.

He immediately stomped on the hull with all his might, not caring about the condition of the hull or the subsequent battle situation.

He stomped on the floor, and a burst of energy shot out from the soles of his feet, heading straight for whatever was pulling at Zhang Jiayu's ankle.

Perhaps it was the internal energy of a master of internal strength that was effective.

Zhang Jiayu, who was being pulled, immediately felt her feet loosen.

However, the follower with hidden strength keenly sensed that several sharp water blades were attacking from beneath his feet!

Two of the attacks were aimed directly at Zhang Jiayu's vital areas, such as her heart, throat, and male concubines!

Because the distance was too close, plus the inertia of the movement.

Even a master of internal energy could not control their qi to protect Zhang Jiayu's entire body.

The only way is to use one's internal energy to condense a shield and protect one's vital points.

"Puff puff puff puff..."

The strength of a master of internal energy is still formidable.

Countless water blades crashed down, but were ultimately resisted, turning into powerless water droplets that fell away, creating a few splashes.

But Zhang Jiayu, standing to the side, still let out a wail that sounded like a pig being slaughtered!

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

While the attendant was catching his breath, he circulated his internal energy to protect Zhang Jiayu's entire body.

At first, he didn't take the young master's wailing to heart.

After all, the young master has never lifted a finger and is very precious.

If you get hurt and bleed, you'll definitely cry out in pain.

A couple of cries are enough.

But when he looked at it, he was startled!

There was a large patch of blood on the young master's crotch, along with the fabric of his pants, which had been cleanly ripped off, leaving it bare!

Is it that the roots are gone?

With a flick of his wrist, the expert in internal energy saw the soft, limp thing and a few strands of cloth sink into the water beneath his feet.

It can still be done! Use the elixir to quickly reconnect it; it can still be done!

But to his utter surprise, the idea had barely formed when...

The rising water beneath the boat seemed to come alive.

A sharp vortex naturally formed, churning that limp, bloody thing into minced meat...

An Jin's follower was taken aback, then his throat tightened.

It’s over.

Looking at the young master who had already fainted from the excruciating pain, and his blood-soaked crotch.

Another thought popped into An Jin's mind.

It's ruined...

...

...

The river surface.

Uncle Xing gripped the gunwale, his knuckles turning white from gripping it so tightly.

In their field of vision, three pirate speedboats were approaching from different directions.

The largest ship was moored a little further away, its three dark, short-barreled cannons gleaming coldly in the afternoon sun.

"Uncle Xing, the water in the lower deck can't be stopped! At most... at most, we can hold on for another ten minutes or so!" A man soaking wet poked his head out of the hatch, his face filled with unconcealed panic.

Uncle Xing's heart sank.

The boat was moving so slowly it was practically crawling, and turning was out of the question.

Unlike on land, no matter how skilled you are in martial arts, if the ship sinks, even a dragon will be trapped and die in the shallows.

Moreover, the musketeers on the opposing ship had already occupied the field of fire, their dark gun muzzles locked onto this deck across the water, hundreds of paces away.

"Prepare for boarding action!" Uncle Xing ordered in a hoarse voice, his tone carrying a resolute ruthlessness. "Move everything you can up here as cover! Get the crossbows and muskets ready!"

The dozens of men on the deck turned red-eyed upon hearing this, silently picked up their weapons, and no one spoke, only heavy breathing and the mournful sound of the river water lapping against the sinking ship.

They were not afraid of death. The Wang family cultivated scholars based on loyalty and righteousness.

But the young master is still in the cabin... the master's entrustment, the family's hope...

Uncle Xing couldn't help but turn around and look at the tightly closed hatch, his gums almost bleeding from biting them.

Just then, the man who had been keeping watch suddenly exclaimed, "Huh? Uncle Xing! That main ship... something's not right!"

Uncle Xing suddenly turned his head and squinted at the scene.

The largest ship, equipped with cannons, was swaying slightly from side to side, not due to the wind and waves, but rather a strange kind of rocking.

More importantly, the three cannons that had always posed the greatest threat had, for some reason, fallen silent.

The cannon was still pointed in this direction, but it did not spew fire again.

"What are they up to?" a martial arts master nearby whispered. "Are they trying to lure us into relaxing our guard?"

Not like.

Uncle Xing stared at the boat.

The shaking intensified, and figures could be vaguely seen running around in panic on the deck; some even jumped into the water.

Immediately afterwards, the ship began to tilt to one side at a slow but visible speed!

"The ship...the ship is capsizing?!" someone cried out.

This turn of events came too suddenly and was too bizarre.

The other two fast ships that were besieging them seemed to have sensed something was wrong and slowed down their approach. Shouts came from the ships, and they were obviously unaware of what had happened to the main ship.

The people on Wang Hao's merchant ship were suddenly pulled back from the depths of despair, staring blankly at the capsizing main ship.

A kind of unbelievable ecstasy, a feeling of being saved from a desperate situation, suddenly ignited in everyone's lifeless heart like a tiny flame.

"There's a chance!" Uncle Xing roared, suppressing his turbulent emotions. "No matter what happens, this is our opportunity!"

"Get ready, if those two ships panic, we'll..."

Before he could finish speaking, another unexpected event occurred!

"Splash—!"

The water beside the main ship suddenly exploded!

A figure was thrown from the water as if by an invisible force, splashing water everywhere, and staggered across the air in a messy arc before landing on the water's surface.

The man strode across the waves as if climbing invisible stairs, rushing toward Wang Hao's merchant ship!

It moved extremely fast, leaving a trail of white waves in its wake.

"Be on guard!" Uncle Xing's heart tightened, and he shouted sternly.

He had already seized three caltrops in his hand.

The figure closed in with a few leaps, splashing water to reveal a young, panting face.

"Xiao Lu!?" Uncle Xing exclaimed in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief and shock.

Lu Changqing was breathing heavily at the moment, and his left sleeve was torn with bloodstains, but he was otherwise unharmed.

Lu Changqing looked up at the merchant ship's deck, his gaze sweeping over the shocked Uncle Xing and the others, his voice carrying through the river wind:

"Uncle Xing! You still have strength, come and help me!"

"There are three cunning underwater bandits; I can't handle them!!"

"While their main ship is in disarray, let's wipe out these pirates in one fell swoop!!"

The deck fell into a deathly silence.

Uncle Xing's gaze was fixed on Lu Changqing, who was walking on the waves, before suddenly turning to the main ship that was capsizing and had lost its fighting power.

An unbelievable, yet uniquely logical, deduction exploded in his mind like a thunderclap—

The ship's strange tilt, the silence of the cannons, the panic of the pirates... Could it all be the work of Lu Changqing alone?!

How old is he? What level of skill does he possess? To be able to strike directly at the heart of the enemy's fleet underwater, crippling its most lethal artillery flagship?!

Uncle Xing's pupils shrank suddenly, his heart filled with turmoil, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

But the instant Lu Changqing finished speaking.

Uncle Xing quickly came to his senses.

His eyes immediately turned red, and he couldn't help but burst into wild laughter.

It's a feeling of excitement and joy after surviving a catastrophe.

"Ah Wu, Ah Feng, come with me into the water!" Uncle Xing roared, tearing off his outer shirt to reveal his muscular physique!

"To be worthy of Xiao Lu's help, everyone..."

"Give me a good slaughter and turn the world upside down!!"

Before he finished speaking, Uncle Xing, like a hawk, leaped over the ship's side and plunged into the river!