Power and wealth bring fragrance

Wei Yuan was surrounded and moved around on the deck like a lone boat in a storm.

The two martial arts masters, one on the left and one on the right, coordinated perfectly.

One man's palm strikes were powerful and deep, each strike accompanied by a faint burst of energy, his martial power concentrated in his palms, a truly hard-hitting clash; the other man's movements were unpredictable, his fist techniques cunning, targeting Wei Yuan's blind spots and weaknesses, his fists aimed at vital points such as the throat, heart, and waist.

Both of them were at the peak of the Ming Jin realm, roughly equal to Wei Yuan.

But two fists can't fight four hands, not to mention there are dozens of armed fake coast guards watching from the sidelines, ready to launch sneak attacks from time to time.

"boom!"

Just as Wei Yuan blocked a palm strike from the expert on his left, the fist of the man on his right silently struck his lower back.

He didn't have time to turn around, so he could only twist his waist sharply to shift his vital organs by half an inch.

Even so, the punch still landed squarely on his side.

The martial energy penetrated his body, and Wei Yuan felt a sharp pain in his waist, and his entire leg almost lost sensation.

He groaned, staggered forward two steps, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.

"Heh heh, kid, can't hold on any longer, huh?"

The internal martial arts expert on the left grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, his tone full of mockery. He swayed and lunged forward again, his palm strike as powerful as a mountain, pressing down on his head.

"Surrender now, and you'll suffer less physical pain."

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, frantically circulating the martial energy within his dantian to forcefully suppress the excruciating pain in his waist.

He suddenly looked up, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. Without dodging or avoiding, he threw a punch straight at the mountain-like palm wind.

"You want me to surrender? Dream on!"

"Boom!"

Fist and palm collided with a muffled thud.

Wei Yuan felt a surge of immense power flow through his arm into his body, causing his blood and qi to churn and his body to involuntarily take two steps back.

The internal martial arts expert was also forced back a step by the brute force of his punch, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Good lad, you've got some strength."

But in that instant, the internal martial arts expert on the right attacked again. His figure was like a ghost, silently circling behind Wei Yuan, his five fingers forming a claw, aiming straight for Wei Yuan's back.

The claws were fierce, and the martial energy was concentrated at the fingertips. If someone were to get a firm grip on them, their heart might be ripped out.

Wei Yuan's pupils contracted sharply. He didn't have time to turn around and could only lunge forward, pushing off with his feet and rolling on the deck.

"laugh--"

The sharp claws grazed his back, tearing a long, bloody gash from which blood gushed out, soaking his clothes.

"Bang bang bang!"

At the same time, the fake coast guards around them seized the opportunity, their guns spitting fire, and a dense barrage of bullets whistled through the air.

Wei Yuan rolled on the ground, barely dodging several bullets, but one bullet still grazed his thigh, tearing a bloody gash.

In just a few breaths, Wei Yuan was already covered in wounds.

His left arm, waist, back, and thigh were covered in blood, and intense pain surged through his nerves like a tidal wave.

The martial energy within his dantian gradually became sluggish due to the intense consumption, and its circulation speed noticeably slowed down.

On the other side, the two internal martial arts masters still had long breaths and agile movements, clearly still having energy to spare.

The dozens of fake coast guards around him were completely unharmed, their guns locked on him, waiting for him to make a mistake.

The situation was fraught with danger.

Wei Yuan slowly stood up, his chest heaving violently, blood dripping slowly down his arm, spreading into dark red flowers on the steel plate beneath his feet.

He stared intently at the two internal martial arts masters opposite him, his killing intent undiminished, but his heart was gradually sinking.

He won't last much longer if things continue like this.

"Tsk tsk tsk, that was truly a tragic scene."

The middle-aged fisherman's voice rang out slowly, tinged with a mixture of appreciation and regret.

He remained standing with his hands behind his back, outside the battlefield, as if watching a good show that had nothing to do with him.

"Young man, this is your last chance."

He spoke slowly, his tone calm, yet carrying an undeniable sense of pressure.

"If you still refuse to surrender, then things are really bad. My two men won't always be so restrained. Once they use their deadly methods, you won't have the chance to surrender even if you want to."

Wei Yuan ignored his attempts to persuade him to surrender, his gaze fixed on the two internal martial arts masters opposite him, his mind racing as he searched for a way to break the deadlock.

But in that instant of distraction, the internal martial arts expert on the left flashed a sharp light in his eyes and suddenly burst out.

"court death!"

He roared and struck out with his palm, the wind from which was as strong as a mountain, aiming straight for Wei Yuan's face.

Wei Yuan's pupils contracted sharply. Without thinking, he quickly dodged to the side.

But as soon as he moved, the internal martial arts expert on his right had already caught his trajectory.

The two had worked together for many years and were of one mind. Almost at the same moment Wei Yuan turned to the side, the man's fist came whistling down and accurately struck the spot where Wei Yuan had dodged.

"not good!"

Wei Yuan inwardly cried out, realizing it was too late to change his move.

"Boom!"

With a muffled thud, the fist slammed solidly into his chest.

The martial energy penetrated his body like a heavy hammer striking a drum. Wei Yuan felt a sharp pain in his chest, a sweet taste in his throat, and he could no longer suppress the mouthful of blood, which he then vomited out violently.

"puff!"

The blood mist exploded in mid-air, staining the steel plate in front of him red.

Wei Yuan's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

He twisted his waist forcefully in mid-air, exerted force with his feet, did a somersault, and then did several backflips before he could barely dissipate the immense force.

"Ta-da!"

He landed on both feet, but still couldn't stop his backward momentum. He staggered back five or six steps before his back hit the ship's side hard, finally regaining his balance.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Wei Yuan clutched his chest, coughing violently, each breath accompanied by excruciating pain.

He glanced down and saw that his clothes were soaked in blood, with faint blue-purple handprints visible on his chest.

At least two ribs are broken.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the deck.

Two internal martial arts masters stood silently to his left and right, their eyes as fierce as wolves, fixed on him like two beasts waiting for their prey to die.

All around him, dozens of fake coast guards stood with guns pointed at him, their metal barrels gleaming coldly in the pale sunlight.

Further away, the middle-aged fisherman stood with his hands behind his back, his aura as deep and unfathomable as the ocean emanating from him, like an invisible dark cloud enveloping the entire boat, making it hard for anyone to breathe.

With wolves in front and tigers behind, there's no way to go to heaven or to hell.

Wei Yuan's heart sank uncontrollably.

Could it be... that I'm really going to return to my place today?

He clutched his chest, feeling his martial energy gradually depleting and the excruciating pain that emanated from his body. An unprecedented despair, like icy seawater, slowly washed over his heart.

In that very moment when his spirits were extinguished.

The tattoo of the Di Ting on his chest suddenly felt hot!

A surge of scalding heat gushed from the tattoo on his chest, flowing through his body like magma, instantly dispelling the chilling despair.

Immediately afterwards, a strange message appeared out of nowhere in his mind.

The message had no sound, no image, but it carried an extremely clear emotion—disdain.

A blatant expression of disdain.

"You can't even handle such a small situation; it's a waste of your abilities."

Wei Yuan was suddenly stunned.

His eyes widened, the color drained from his face instantly, and he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

He suddenly looked down at his chest, where the Di Ting tattoo remained quietly on his skin, without any abnormality.

But that message, that feeling of disdain, was incredibly real, not an illusion.

Wei Yuan's mind raced, and he suddenly slapped his thigh, wishing he could slap himself.

Yup!

How could he have forgotten about that!

He also has the Heavenly Ear and the Divine Eye of Fortune inherited from the Divine Listener!

From the moment he boarded the ship until now, he has been stubbornly confronting his opponent head-on, competing in martial arts, agility, and fists and feet.

But he clearly possesses two great supernatural powers, so why is he so single-mindedly focused on martial arts?

The Heavenly Ear can hear all sounds within a radius of tens of meters, including breathing, heartbeat, blood flow, and muscle contractions, leaving nothing hidden.

The Divine Eye of Fortune can observe a person's fortune, discern good and bad luck, see flaws, and anticipate opportunities.

With these two supernatural powers, these two internal martial arts masters at the peak of Ming Jin are completely transparent in front of him!

Every breath they took, every heartbeat, every muscle contraction, every movement of their martial arts power could not escape his perception.

In this way, he can anticipate every move and strategy of his opponent, anticipate their moves, and strike first even after being attacked!

Upon realizing this, Wei Yuan suddenly understood.

My heart, which had sunk to the bottom, was instantly rekindled with a raging fire.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the two internal martial arts masters opposite him, over the dense array of gun barrels around him, and finally landing on the middle-aged fisherman.

Then, a smile slowly crept onto the corners of his mouth.

The arc grew larger and thicker, eventually transforming into a slightly manic smile.

Blood trickled slowly down the corner of his mouth, but he was oblivious, staring intently at the enemy opposite him, his eyes gleaming with a wolf-like light.

"You're...really celebrating too soon."

His voice was hoarse, yet it carried an undeniable certainty.

"The real battle has only just begun."

As soon as he finished speaking, he abruptly closed his eyes, his mind instantly focusing on Tongtian Ear.

In an instant.

Within a radius of twenty meters, all the sounds rushed into his ears like a tidal wave.

The howling sea breeze, the crashing waves, and the trembling of the steel plates were all instantly filtered out by him.

What remained were the sounds of each person's breathing, heartbeat, blood flow, muscle contraction, and even the subtle hum of martial arts energy circulating in their meridians.

The internal martial arts master on the left had a steady and powerful heartbeat, long and deep breaths, and his martial energy was slowly gathering in his right palm, clearly indicating that he was about to strike.

The internal martial arts master on the right had a slightly faster heartbeat, slightly rapid breathing, and a slightly lowered center of gravity. His martial energy flowed between his legs, and he was about to launch a kick.

Among the fake coast guards around them, some had their fingers already on the trigger, some were still adjusting their guns, some were sweating with nervousness, and some were eager to try.

Even the middle-aged fisherman's steady, deep heartbeat, his long, drawn-out breaths, and the unfathomable martial energy flowing slowly within his body were all clearly heard by Wei Yuan.

Everything is laid bare.

At the same time, the Divine Eye of Fortune was also quietly activated.

Although Wei Yuan had his eyes closed, he seemed to be able to "see" the aura of fortune surrounding each person opposite him.

The two martial arts masters exuded a heavy aura of menace, their auras a dark red, clearly indicating that their hands were stained with blood. The fake coast guards around them had chaotic auras, some gray and some black, uneven and inconsistent. The middle-aged fisherman, on the other hand, possessed an aura of blackness so thick it was impossible to dissolve, as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

More importantly, within the vision of the Divine Eye of Fortune, everyone's flaws, weaknesses, and next move are clearly visible, as if marked.

Wei Yuan slowly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his manic smile grew even more intense.

"Now……"

He spoke in a low voice, his tone filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"It's my turn."

On the other side of the battlefield, the middle-aged fisherman's confident smile suddenly froze.

He frowned, his gaze fixed on Wei Yuan, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

wrong.

That's not right at all.

Wei Yuan was just punched in the chest, coughing up blood and flying backward. He was clearly at his last gasp and about to die.

He could even see despair and wavering in Wei Yuan's eyes.

Why?

Why did Wei Yuan's expression change so drastically in just a few breaths?

The despair in his eyes vanished without a trace, replaced by an almost manic confidence, an unwavering certainty of victory.

Even the aura emanating from him underwent a subtle change.

The martial energy that had been somewhat stagnant and depleted suddenly became fluid again. Although the power did not increase, the spirit and energy were completely different.

What exactly happened?

The middle-aged fisherman couldn't understand it.

He scrutinized Wei Yuan carefully, trying to find clues in him.

Aside from a change in expression, Wei Yuan showed no other unusual behavior. The wound on his chest was still bleeding, and the scars on his body were still shocking; he didn't look like he had suddenly encountered some extraordinary event.

Could it be... a bluff?

The middle-aged fisherman had this thought in his mind, but then he shook his head.

wrong.

The confidence in Wei Yuan's eyes was definitely not feigned.

That's the kind of look you only have when you truly have confidence and know what you're dealing with.

But what exactly is his trump card?

The middle-aged fisherman couldn't understand it, and he was too lazy to think about it anymore.

His expression gradually turned cold, the admiration in his eyes faded, and a chilling killing intent replaced it.

Thinking about it so much is useless.

No matter what trump cards or backup plans he has, just beat him to a pulp. By then, even if he has some tricks up his sleeve, he won't have time to use them.

The middle-aged fisherman slowly raised his hand, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Let's do it."

"Don't hold back, cripple him."

As soon as the words were spoken, the eyes of the two internal martial arts masters gleamed, and they no longer held back in the slightest.

"kill!"

With a roar, the two exerted force with their feet and shot out like ghosts.

From the left and right, they formed a pincer attack, their martial energy pushed to its limit, their palm winds and fist shadows intertwining to form an impenetrable net, heading straight for Wei Yuan.

This time, they went all out.

Every palm strike was fatal, every punch a deadly move; there was no holding back whatsoever.

The fake coast guards around him also pulled their triggers, and a dense barrage of bullets whistled through the air, forming a fire net that completely blocked all of Wei Yuan's escape routes.

In an instant, a murderous aura filled the sky.

Wei Yuan stood still, neither dodging nor avoiding, simply watching the two internal martial arts masters rushing towards him, the maniacal smile on his lips growing even more intense.

Through Tongtian's ears, he could clearly hear the two people's heartbeats, breathing, muscle contractions, and the circulation of their martial energy.

In the eyes of the God of Destiny, the trajectory of their moves, their weaknesses, and their next moves were all clearly visible.

The man on the left had gathered seventy percent of his martial energy in his right palm and was aiming straight for his own heart. It looked fierce, but there was actually an opening under his left rib, where the martial energy would be momentarily stagnant.

The man on the right is gathering power in his left leg, preparing to launch a side kick aimed at my waist. But before he kicks, his center of gravity will shift half an inch to the right, and that half inch will be the opening.

He could also sense the trajectory of each bullet and the timing of every gunshot.

Everything is under control.

Wei Yuan took a deep breath, and the martial energy in his dantian began to circulate again.

Then, he moved.

He neither retreated nor dodged, but instead charged headlong into the two internal martial arts masters.

His movements were as swift as lightning, and his momentum as powerful as a rainbow.

"Well done!"

Wei Yuan roared, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

The real battle is about to begin!