You promised steampunk martial arts, but you've got an internal combustion engine in your chest

As soon as the word "kill" was uttered, dozens of grappling hooks flew out from the large ship of Wugen Ferry!

Tap tap tap tap tap!

Sharp grappling hooks flew in, one after another grabbing the gunwale of the Chaosheng Society's secret ship.

Immediately afterwards, red figures flew out along the grappling hooks; there were at least a hundred steam cultivators dressed in red!

They were all agile and skillful. These people made their living on the water all year round. Using grappling hooks and leaping with leverage were their specialties. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people landed steadily on the deck.

However, Pei Qigeng was no pushover either.

He had already drawn his sword almost as soon as the grappling hook flew towards him!

A high-pressure valve on his spine opened, and with a sharp hiss, he spun around on the spot, his blade flashing out like a bolt of lightning!

scoff!

Steam, carrying the blade's edge, drew a blazing white arc in mid-air, severing the densest cluster of hooks.

A dozen or so red-robed cultivators who had just climbed halfway up the mountain suddenly lost their balance and plummeted into the sea with screams.

The steam furnace will shut down once a large amount of water enters it. Even if these people fall into the sea and don't drown, most of their cultivation will be ruined, and they won't pose a threat for a short time.

Pei Qigeng only had one knife. He could cut through a dozen ropes, but he couldn't cut through the attack of a hundred people.

More red-robed ascetics surged onto the deck.

The shouts of battle mingled with the thunderous sound of iron boots striking the deck, causing the entire ship to tremble slightly.

Pei Qigeng, sword drawn, charged forward and roared, "Shipmen, return to the cabin! The rest of you, follow me to repel the enemy!!"

Before he finished speaking, a large plume of white steam suddenly shot out from the steam piston on his spine, propelling him straight out!

The speed and power of the second-stage Qi Xin realm cultivators at full strength were terrifying. The next second, three muffled "poof poof poof" sounds were heard. The three red-robed cultivators who were at the forefront froze. Looking down, they saw that their chests had been pierced.

"kill!!"

With Pei Qigeng's strike as a warning, the remaining twenty-odd Chaosheng Society guards roared and charged forward.

Iron Bull lives up to his name, taking a path of fierce and invincible strength.

He charged into the enemy ranks, swinging his arms wide and smashing down!

Those iron arms were embedded with parts of pressurized steam hammers. When they slammed down, the sound of bones shattering could be heard. Several red-robed cultivators were sent flying and crashed heavily into the ship's cabin walls.

As for the opponent's swords?

Those with less strength could only leave a shallow white mark on his steel armor; those with greater strength could cut through the steel armor but only scratch the surface, and Tie Niu didn't even flinch.

Song Tonghu's battle tactics were completely different from those of his two sworn brothers.

Instead of rushing into the enemy ranks immediately, he quickly retreated a few steps, took out a large piece of monster meat from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth in two bites, and chewed and swallowed it with great effort.

In the blink of an eye, his face turned bright red, and his abdomen swelled up like an inflated balloon.

"Get out of the way!!"

With a roar, Song Tonghu charged into the enemy ranks, opened his mouth wide, and then a burst of intense orange-red light appeared deep in his throat!

"call!!"

A huge, surging fireball shot out of his mouth like the breath of a dragon!

The scorching heat instantly ignited three or four red-robed cultivators who couldn't dodge in time. The men were engulfed in flames, screaming and rolling on the ground before finally having to jump into the sea to extinguish the fire.

No one knows what kind of modification was made to the throat of the Song bronze pot to enable it to spew out such fierce flames, but in such a chaotic battle, this move was undoubtedly particularly useful.

On the Chaosheng Society's ship, there were only about twenty capable fighters at most, while there were at least a hundred red-robed cultivators. However, with Pei Qigeng, Tie Niu, and Song Tonghu, three experts at the Qi Mind Realm, holding the line, the battle was subtly tilting in the Chaosheng Society's favor.

Although the hundred or so red-robed cultivators outnumbered the others, none of them were experts of the same level who could restrain the three. After a brief exchange, they were forced to retreat step by step and were compressed to the edge of the deck.

At the bow of the boat at Wugen Ferry, Wu Yan'an raised his eyelids slightly.

He glanced at the steam-powered ballistae on the enemy ship and sneered.

Then, he moved.

He casually tossed out a grappling hook, which caught the arm of a guard, and with a quick tug, the guard was pulled off the deck and fell into the sea with a scream.

Using the reaction force of the pull, Wu Yan'an soared into the air like a withered leaf, leaping across the distance between the two ships and landing on the deck of the Chaosheng Society's large ship.

Upon landing, he casually flicked his slender fingers, a flash of cold light, and the two Chaosheng Society guards froze, five lines of blood appearing simultaneously on their throats. Then, they vomited blood and fell backward.

Wu Yan'an grinned and charged straight toward the steam crossbow on the other side of the deck.

At first, his speed was not fast, not even as fast as Pei Qigeng who was charging at full speed. However, soon it was seen that in the mechanical components of his legs, one set of gears after another began to turn, mesh, and accelerate.

With each step he took, the gears turned faster; as his speed increased, he began to transform into a blurry black shadow.

In just two breaths, he had covered the entire deck!

With a few loud bangs, Wu Yan'an's sharp claws tore two crossbows to shreds!

As he charged toward the third ballista, a furious roar came rushing toward him!

"Catch the knife!"

Pei Qigeng finally arrived!

His steam furnace was running wildly, and with all his might, he cleaved through the air with a single, powerful strike, slashing towards Wu Yan'an with immense force!

The blade flashed, leaving a dent in the deck.

However, he missed Wu Yan'an.

Wu Yan'an dodged the knife with a slight sway, then appeared behind Pei Qigeng like a ghost, his five iron claws joined together like cones, and stabbed fiercely at the core of the furnace at the back of Pei Qigeng's neck and spine!

Pei Qigeng felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Years of combat experience allowed him to react at the critical moment. Without even looking, he held the broad blade of his sword horizontally behind his back!

clang!

Wu Yan'an's claw strike landed hard on the blade, sending sparks flying!

Although he blocked the sneak attack, the impact still made Pei Qigeng stagger several steps. After regaining his footing, he took advantage of the momentum to turn around and swung his sword horizontally again!

This strike, once again, missed its mark.

Almost at the same time, Pei Qigeng felt a sharp, stabbing pain under his left rib.

A claw mark appeared on his ribs, and blood instantly stained half of his robe.

"Well!"

Pei Qigeng grunted and suddenly turned his head to the left, but there was no one there! He quickly looked to the right, but there was still no one there!

Alarm bells rang in his mind as he searched for Wu Yan'an's location, when a shrill scream came from not far away!

That's the sound of a Song Dynasty bronze kettle!

Pei Qigeng suddenly turned his head to look, his pupils contracting sharply.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Yan'an had already fought his way to the other side of the deck!

He casually killed a guard from the Chaosheng Society, ripped off the man's head, and tossed it into the gaping mouth of Song Tonghu!

The head was instantly burned into a charred mess, and the fireball that Song Tonghu was about to spew out was also blocked in his throat, causing him to suffocate and turn his face blue and purple.

Before he could catch his breath, Wu Yan'an kicked him in the stomach again, sending Song Tonghu flying backward and rolling to the ground, groaning in pain as kerosene dripped from his mouth.

"A copper kettle!!"

Pei Qigeng's eyes were bloodshot with rage, and he was about to rush over to save the person when Wu Yan'an disappeared once again.

The next second, another head of a Chaosheng Society guard shot into the air from the crowd. The headless corpse stood for a moment before collapsing to the ground amidst a spray of blood.

This man died not far from Tie Niu.

"You bastard!!!"

Enraged, Tie Niu roared furiously at everyone around him, his eyes bloodshot: "Come at me if you dare! Come at me if you dare!!!"

Wu Yan'an really went to him.

Tie Niu felt a blur before his eyes, followed by a series of sharp, intense pains in his chest, like a torrential downpour!

More than a dozen deep claw marks, revealing bone, instantly appeared on his steel armor, splitting open the seams and causing blood to gush out!

But Tie Niu remained firmly rooted to the spot. He glanced down at his wound, grinned, and roared, "So this is all you've got!! You can't even scratch me to death, let me stand here and let you scratch me! Come on, try again!!"

However, no matter how much he roared or how frantically he waved his arms, he could no longer find Wu Yan'an's shadow.

This skeleton ghost roamed the battlefield, never engaging in close combat with Tie Niu or Pei Qigeng.

Every time he appeared, a flash of cold light would cause one of the Chaosheng Society's guards to cough up blood and fall to the ground dead. In just a moment, two more guards would fall.

Wu Yan'an was too fast.

He joined the battle in a very short time, and the balance of power that had been barely maintained collapsed completely.

Pei Qigeng had to keep an eye on Wu Yan'an, but once he focused his attention on this skeleton ghost, his brothers... would be unable to withstand the siege of the hundreds of red-robed cultivators.

But if he were to focus all his efforts on killing those red-robed cultivators, Wu Yan'an would launch a sneak attack from behind and take his life!

Wu Yan'an is too troublesome. If this continues, he will wipe out the Chaosheng Society in no time!

……

Inside the cabin, beside a narrow window.

Hua Xiangrong clenched her fists tightly. She watched the one-sided massacre on the deck, her chest heaving violently, her eyes filled with anxiety and struggle.

"No... at this rate, everyone in the Chaosheng Society will be wiped out... I have to go help!"

"Pretty lady, what good will it do you even if you go?"

Baili Jie grabbed her sleeve and said quickly:

"Go up and fight that Wu Yan'an. How long can you last? You'll die too! We don't have time. We absolutely cannot let them find my brother now, and we must live to get the message out!"

As he spoke, he handed over a small steam-powered crossbow from the Chaosheng Society: "Sister, would you like it?"

"What news?"

Hua Xiangrong asked subconsciously, without taking the crossbow.

Baili Jie put away his crossbow, his gaze sharp as a knife:

"It's no coincidence that these people were able to find this place so accurately across the vast ocean! You said that the secret contact between the Canal Gang and the Chaosheng Society is a Canal Gang secret, and very few people know about it. So, the number of people who know that my brother is receiving treatment here is even smaller."

He paused, then said, word by word:

"There's a mole inside."

Hua Xiangrong's pupils suddenly contracted.

Huanhuan stood to the side, her face also solemn, and nodded:

"What this child said makes sense. If Wugendu already knows that the Cao Gang wants to join the Chaosheng Society, then it will be a fight to the death... We can't stay here any longer. Come with me, I have a plan."

After saying that, she was the first to turn around and run deeper into the cabin.

Without the slightest hesitation, Baili Jie immediately followed Huanhuan's footsteps.

Hua Xiangrong took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

She took one last look at the deck outside the window.

Wu Yan'an's figure weaved through the thick smoke and blood mist. With each step he took, a Chaosheng Society guard fell forever. At this moment, the bodies of these guards lay scattered on the ground, leaving only three or five people. They probably wouldn't last much longer.

The hundreds of red-robed cultivators had begun to regroup, surrounding Pei Qigeng, Tie Niu, and Song Tonghu.

Iron Bull, covered in blood, stood like an iron tower in front of his two brothers, withstanding Wu Yan'an's fierce attacks. However, his wounds were increasing, and his movements were becoming slower.

However, Wu Yan'an's speed was getting faster and faster.

How much longer can they hold out?

Hua Xiangrong gritted her teeth and was about to turn away when her gaze suddenly fell on the edge of the ship's gunwale.

There were several steam crossbows there, and just now, Wu Yan'an made a move to destroy them. Why was that?

These things are for naval warfare, not for firing at your own deck. They've already jumped onto this deck, so why bother with steam ballistae?

Hua Xiangrong thought for less than a second before pushing open the hatch and rushing out.