Power and wealth bring fragrance

The sea breeze, carrying a heavy stench of blood, churned wildly on the deck.

The middle-aged fisherman took another step, his heavy footsteps striking the steel plate, each sound like a blow to everyone's heart.

He unleashed his unfathomable martial energy, causing ripples in the surrounding air that were barely perceptible to the naked eye, forcing the fake coast guards around him to involuntarily take a half-step back.

Wei Yuan focused his mind and fully extended his Heavenly Ear.

He could hear the deep hum of the martial energy surging like a river in the other person's meridians. His heartbeat was steady and calm, his breathing was long and even, and the circulation of energy in his body was smooth and unimpeded with each breath.

In the eyes of the God of Fortune, a thick, dark aura of fortune enveloped the middle-aged fisherman, layer upon layer, with almost no obvious flaws.

He was completely different from those two peak Ming Jin cultivators.

This is a master of internal energy!

Its martial arts power is contained within, yet it can penetrate the skin and reach the internal organs, injuring people invisibly.

No wonder he remained calm and collected, not bothering to take action himself.

"Kid, you've made me proud enough to take action."

The middle-aged fisherman spoke calmly, his face showing no emotion, "Unfortunately, your trump card ends here."

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly vanished from the spot.

There was no earth-shattering opening stance, no howling palm wind; the movements were plain and simple, so fast that only a blur remained. A master of internal force made his move, concealing all sharpness, his killing intent hidden in the shadows.

Wei Yuan caught the barely perceptible sound of the other's foot rubbing against the steel plate, and the sudden tremor of his muscle fibers allowed him to instantly predict the direction of the attack. He slid half a foot to the side and back.

"laugh!"

The middle-aged fisherman's palm grazed past Wei Yuan's chest, the air vibrating slightly as his fingertips passed through. A subtle, dark force seeped through his clothes, brushing against his skin. Even the aftershock of the force caused Wei Yuan's broken ribs to ache with a tearing pain.

His palm struck empty air, and a hint of surprise flashed across the middle-aged fisherman's eyes.

Without catching his breath, Wei Yuan used the momentum of his dodge to deliver a punch straight to his opponent's shoulder socket.

"Bang!"

The fist struck the middle-aged fisherman's shoulder, but Wei Yuan felt as if he had hit a ball of soft cotton. The man's muscles instantly relaxed, dissipating all the force of the fist, while a hidden force flowed through him, and the recoil returned along the surface of his fist.

Wei Yuan's arm went numb, forcing him to take two steps back to steady himself.

"Oh? You actually managed to dodge my sudden attack with hidden force."

The middle-aged fisherman chuckled and stepped forward again, his palms flashing continuously, enveloping Wei Yuan from all directions. His moves seemed slow, but in reality, each palm blocked Wei Yuan's escape route, with hidden force concealed in his palms. Once touched, the force would penetrate into Wei Yuan's internal organs.

Gunfire erupted again on deck, and the fake coast guard seized the opportunity to continue firing. Bullets whistled through the air, weaving a web of fire.

Wei Yuan was multitasking, using his all-knowing ears to simultaneously monitor the middle-aged fisherman's movements and the subtle sounds of all the gun triggers.

His figure darted and weaved amidst gunfire and palm strikes. Bullets pounded against the steel plates, sparks flying, yet they never managed to touch him.

But the middle-aged fisherman's attacks became increasingly intense. He was well-versed in the art of entanglement and was not in a hurry to kill Wei Yuan with a single blow. He continuously compressed Wei Yuan's space for maneuver, forcing Wei Yuan to constantly mobilize his martial energy to maintain his supernatural abilities and agility.

Wei Yuan knew that the two supernatural abilities of "Listening to the Divine Power" were extremely taxing on his mental energy, and coupled with his multiple serious injuries, his dantian martial energy was already severely depleted. Prolonging the conflict would inevitably lead to defeat; he had to find an opportunity to break the deadlock.

The middle-aged fisherman lightly patted Wei Yuan's left shoulder again.

On the surface, it seemed unremarkable, but Wei Yuan's keen hearing clearly heard that under this palm strike, a strand of the opponent's martial energy secretly separated out, gathering momentum and ready to penetrate the meridians once it made contact.

Wei Yuan didn't take the hit head-on. Instead, he stepped on the water on the deck, his body suddenly sinking down as he crouched down and crawled under his opponent's arm. At the same time, he slammed his elbow upward, aiming at a weak spot in his opponent's ribs where the faint light of his aura was weak.

"Hmph, what a clever little thing."

The middle-aged fisherman had anticipated this, and his rib muscles tightened instantly. He channeled his internal energy to protect that area in advance. The moment his elbow struck, a chilling force invaded Wei Yuan's elbow in the opposite direction.

"Well!"

Wei Yuan groaned, a wave of numbness and soreness washing over his left arm. He quickly withdrew his strength, forcefully severing the invading internal force. The old wound on his chest was aggravated, and a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat, which he swallowed back down.

"Your perception is indeed profound, but the gap in your cultivation level is undeniable."

The middle-aged fisherman approached slowly, his voice calm, "You can predict my moves, but you can't stop the hidden force from penetrating your body. If this drags on, the day your spiritual energy is exhausted will be your death."

The fake coast guards around them kept tightening their encirclement, their guns locked on Wei Yuan, waiting for their leader to create a firing opportunity.

Wei Yuan's mind raced. That's right, the opponent's martial energy was contained within his body, with no obvious point of stagnation, making it difficult to break through his defenses with a single blow like he would with a master of Ming Jin. In a direct confrontation of martial energy, he was no match.

However, through continuous observation with his Divine Eye of Qi, he discovered that every time the middle-aged fisherman exerted his full power to unleash his hidden strength, the black evil energy deep within his dantian would tremble slightly for an extremely brief moment.

That's it!

That was the source of his power, and also his only weakness!

However, this flaw is fleeting and extremely difficult to spot.

The middle-aged fisherman launched another fierce attack, alternating his palm strikes, layer upon layer of hidden force locking down Wei Yuan from all directions, creating an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Wei Yuan stopped dodging and deliberately created an opening. His footwork became slightly unsteady, as if his mental energy was exhausted, and his movements were a beat slower.

"Here it comes." A cold glint flashed in the middle-aged fisherman's eyes. Seizing the opportunity, he struck Wei Yuan's chest with a palm, mobilizing all the hidden energy in his dantian, preparing to deliver a severe blow.

Just as he unleashed his full martial energy from his dantian, and that ball of black malevolent energy briefly flickered...

This is the moment!

Wei Yuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light. His Heavenly Ears caught the fluctuation of the opponent's martial energy flowing in his dantian in an instant, and his Divine Eyes of Luck firmly locked onto that fleeting flaw.

He abandoned his defense, gathering all the remaining martial energy in his body into his right index and middle fingers, straightening the fingertips to form finger swords, and thrusting them forward fiercely to meet the opponent's palm strike!

It wasn't aimed at the palms, nor at the chest or abdomen, but directly at the middle-aged fisherman's dantian!

The middle-aged fisherman's expression changed drastically! He never expected that Wei Yuan would abandon his own defenses and make a desperate attack on the source of his power.

In his haste, he could only forcefully restrain his hidden strength and mobilize his power to protect his dantian, causing his palm strike to involuntarily deviate.

"Bang!"

The sword pierced the middle-aged fisherman's lower abdomen, specifically the outer side of his dantian.

Although it failed to penetrate directly into the dantian, the condensed martial energy slammed into the opponent's protective internal energy. The middle-aged fisherman shuddered, the internal energy flowing within him suddenly became chaotic, his blood and qi surged, and he involuntarily staggered back two steps.

"Pfft." A trickle of blood spilled from the middle-aged fisherman's mouth.

The entire room fell silent.

The group of fake coast guards were dumbfounded, unable to believe that their unfathomable leader had been injured by this wounded young man!

The middle-aged fisherman raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. His calm and composed expression vanished completely, replaced by a murderous intent surging in his eyes.

"Good! What a desperate fighting style!"

His voice was as cold as deep-sea ice, "I originally intended to spare your life and interrogate you to uncover the secrets of your bizarre supernatural abilities. Now it seems I can no longer spare you."

He left no room for maneuver, and his inner energy surged violently around him.

"Everyone, provide full firepower! Hold nothing back!"

Dozens of guns roared simultaneously, a dense barrage of bullets raining down like a storm, blocking all avenues for Wei Yuan to dodge. The middle-aged fisherman followed closely behind the gunfire, his figure like a shadow, his palms concealing deadly force, ready to take Wei Yuan's life in a lull between shots.

Wei Yuan gasped for breath, his wounds still throbbing with pain from the powerful attack, and his vision was slightly blurred. His mental energy was greatly depleted, and the myriad sounds coming from his Heavenly Ears began to crackle with noise.

But his eyes remained sharp as knives.

Gunfire rained down, and a formidable enemy was close at hand. This battle had reached a life-or-death moment.