A Long River Myth

South bank, reed marshes.

Li Hong lay in wait, only occasionally catching glimpses of the towering flames on the river through the gaps in the reeds.

The shouts of battle had been going on for almost half an hour.

This long-planned ambush, a joint operation between the two agencies, was meticulously planned, and the duration of the operation indicated that the thieves were quite formidable.

The sounds of clashing weapons rose and fell, and the smoke that drifted in carried the stench of blood.

Suddenly, the water rippled at the edge of the reed marshes, and the sound of wooden planks creaking against each other could be heard.

Boom!

The dull, heavy impact sent a jolt through all the patrol officers on the south bank!

clap clap clap!

Seven or eight frantic splashing sounds rang out, and shouts of killing came from further away, clearly indicating that some bandits had broken through the encirclement and reached the shore by boat!

As they gasped for breath, the reeds swayed left and right, and several dark figures broke apart to break through.

"Do it! Don't kill a single one alive!"

With a furious roar, Liu Ming wielded his knife and leaped several meters into the air, instantly charging into the midst of the bandits!

The patrol team on the side also seized the opportunity to advance and tighten the encirclement.

Li Hong, wielding a seven-foot spear, followed closely behind Liu Ming and attacked!

Clang!

The burly black figure in front was shot away by him, his machete flying from his hand. Then, a terrifying power erupted, and a cold light flashed in and out three times!

puff~

In the blink of an eye, several streams of blood gushed from the burly black figure's eyebrows and left heart!

The essence of the Shuofeng Spear Technique is to be as swift as the wind and as fast as lightning, with each move being deadly and leaving no room for entanglement!

"Brother, you're really skilled!"

Wang Hu, who hadn't caught up yet, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "It's only been a few months?"

The Li Hong who was still a bit green when he was chasing Cheng Jiu was now someone Li Hong seemed to be out of reach!

Just as he was distracted, two throwing knives flew from the shadows.

"Be careful!"

Li Hong suddenly erupted, his gun arcing like a silver dragon emerging from the night, knocking away two throwing knives in mid-air!

He narrowly escaped this underhanded attack for Wang Hu.

hum~

The spearhead swept away the hidden weapon, causing it to shake violently and produce a piercing sound that assaulted the eardrums.

"Tiger, don't get distracted, the thieves are strong!"

Li Hong's left and right arms were as steady as Mount Tai, and his veins bulged as he gave a reminder.

The thief he just killed with three shots was definitely not an outsider.

It looks like he's in the middle stage of internal strength.

This gang of river pirates were all quite strong.

"Good brother, I can handle it, don't worry!"

Given the situation, and seeing how fierce his younger brothers were, Wang Hu was naturally filled with righteous indignation and boundless pride.

He was no pushover, and immediately charged forward.

With the combined attack of the surrounding patrols, three of the bandits who had come ashore fell in the blink of an eye.

Liu Ming was fighting two leaders at the front, evenly matched, and they were locked in a fierce battle.

The remaining patrolmen, in groups of two or three, were busy attacking the remaining thieves and had no time to spare.

Suddenly, Li Hong's ears twitched, and he heard the sound of a boat approaching the shore.

The number of fleeing bandits increased by more than a dozen in an instant.

"Captain Zheng, there's an ambush on the shore!"

It was unclear which of the thieves shouted this.

But a powerful, resounding voice replied:

"Damn it! I'm going to fight these black guys tonight!"

The three remaining bandits from the first wave, locked in fierce combat, heard the voice from the shore and hurriedly shouted:

"Chief Zheng, please save us!"

"They're here!" The powerful voice belonged to Zheng Meng, the Twin Axe Dragon.

Before the roar subsided and he could catch his breath, a figure resembling a bear burst forth from the reeds.

He brandished two flashes of cold light in his hand, and his axe arrived instantly following the sound, striking Liu Ming with the force of the blow!

Wang Hu moved close to Liu Ming and parried with his knife.

Clang!

The goose-feather saber was no match for the power of the double axes, and just as it was about to strike, Li Hong suddenly exerted his strength and thrust straight at Zheng Meng's armpit.

Puff puff!

Three more shots, like a serpent's tongue, a rapid and swift series of thrusts!

Even someone as strong as Zheng Meng couldn't react in time, and three streams of blood gushed out from under his left armpit and ribs.

He groaned in pain and staggered back several steps, staring intently at Li Hong with eyes full of resentment and indignation!

What fast and good marksmanship!

Faced with such an opportunity, Li Hong did not let it slip by. He heard the voice of "Master Zheng".

He naturally recognized the burly man before him as Zheng Meng, the Double-Axe Dragon, the leader of the Shangcangjiang bandit gang.

The strength of the late-stage internal growth phase!

Li Hong was completely unafraid, and most of the bandits who managed to break ashore fought a fierce battle for half an hour.

He brandished his seven-foot spear, each wave faster than the last, like a whirlwind sweeping across the land, the spear's trajectory unpredictable.

Pursue and stab him!

Wow!

Zheng Meng was annoyed by the way Li Hong's spearhead was waving his double axes around; the heavy axes were already slow to react!

Puff puff!

After only two breaths, blood gushed from Zheng Meng's forehead, left eye, and throat!

One of the bandit leaders, who resembled a bear, dropped his two axes and fell to the ground with a thud, already lifeless!

Although Li Hong had only recently become a strong internal cultivator, his foundation from his external cultivation was already very solid. With the addition of more than ten days of improvement, his strength was already comparable to Zheng Meng's.

If you dare to expose a weakness, you will naturally not last more than two rounds.

"Master Zheng!"

The henchmen around him were terrified. Zheng Meng was stabbed to death with just a few shots in one move.

Wang Hu covered his hand and looked at Li Hong with disbelief.

He was naturally aware of Zheng Meng's infamous reputation.

He was killed by Li Hong with just a few casual shots, without even making a ripple!

"Fine! Give me back my brother's life!"

Before they could exchange a word, another figure emerged swiftly from the reeds, wielding a mace and radiating fury!

"Watch out! Li Hong, that's Han Gang, the Iron Tower!"

Liu Ming killed a thief, turned around and saw something, his voice became urgent, but he was unable to immediately get away to help!

Unexpectedly, these bandits chose to flee and break through to the south bank, putting his team under immense pressure.

Upon hearing the reminder, all the inspectors were stirred with excitement—Han Gang of the Iron Tower?

Zheng Meng's sworn brother is also one of the bandit leaders and is very powerful.

call!

Han Gang shouted loudly, brandishing his mace, his speed and strength far surpassing Zheng Meng's.

They charged towards Li Hong's direction.

He witnessed Zheng Meng's murder and was filled with anger and grief.

Li Hong knew that the newcomer was a formidable opponent, and that he was ready to fight to the death. He calmly retreated a few steps and chose to avoid the opponent's sharp edge.

Wang Hu and several inspectors attacked from behind, but Han Gang knocked their waist knives out of their hands with just a few blows, and blood gushed from their tiger mouths!

The arm holding the knife went numb from the force of the impact.

Han Gang didn't bother with that. His scarlet eyes were fixed on Li Hong, and he was determined to tear him apart alive!

With a strong killing intent locked on him, in the blink of an eye, no one else could help Li Hong.

"Pay back my brother's life!"

Han Gang brandished his mace, its weight as heavy as a mountain, and leaped forward!

Wang Hu and the others, including Liu Ming, stared wide-eyed, especially the latter, who was willing to suffer a loss just to get away.

Li Hong, however, calmly retreated, his eyes narrowing slightly, his seven-foot spear held back, ready to strike.

This is the "North Wind Spear Technique," a method for defending, gathering, concentrating, and concealing one's strength.

If you can't hit the target, it's better not to hit at all!

One chased swiftly, while the other retreated swiftly.

They quickly escaped the reed marshes.

Although Han Gang was filled with anger, he couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that there were no other ambushes around when he rushed out of the reeds!

So there were only a dozen or so people in front?

"Fine... scaring this brat away will allow me to slip away!"

Han Gang, his face contorted in a grimace, grinned with a smile that suggested he had escaped a desperate situation.

He charged forward, his strength like a mountain, and his mace-like staff swept across with immense force!

Li Hong seized the opportunity and abruptly stopped his retreat!

He deliberately feigned retreat to escape, luring Han Gang to chase after him away from the crowd; he clearly had a plan in mind.

Li Hong brandished his spear like a snake spitting its tongue, delivering seven or eight thrusts in the blink of an eye, prompting Han Gang to change his tactics and entangle him in attacks.

Guns and clubs share the same core essence; a club can be hidden inside a gun, which is unknown to the player, while a gun can be hidden inside a club, which is difficult to defend against.

Li Hong interrupted Han Gang's rhythm, suddenly released his spear, and swiftly moved forward!

His marksmanship was only at the beginner level; naturally, he dared not linger too long in front of someone like Han Gang, who had spent half his life wielding a stick.

But he has mastered the Hundred Refinements Fist!

His skin had suddenly turned almost bluish-black.

Li Hong actually dared to cross his arms and take the blow from Han Gang's fang-shaped club head-on.

A dull, short thud.

This was not the sound of flesh hitting flesh; the sound of the mace striking Li Hong's arms was like striking cast iron!

Han Gang felt a slight numbness in his tiger's mouth from the recoil.

The third level of Iron Wall Kung Fu is Elephant Mountain Strength.

He stood as a mountain, bearing the weight of a thousand pounds.

The surrounding ground was cracked like a spider web.

Seventy percent of the impact force was absorbed by Li Hong's muscles, bones, and skin, sinking into his feet and returning to the earth!

He had been working himself to the bone on this external training method for so long, and this was the moment he was about to begin.

The next instant, Li Hong's iron fist, mixed with another 30% of his internal energy, slammed down as he closed in along the staff.

Bang!

Han Gang hadn't anticipated this move. Before he could even release the stick, his huge head exploded like a melon!