EFB Chapter 104 Ghosts and Gods
Chapter 104 Ghosts and Gods
Chapter 104 Ghosts and Gods
Sisi's situation is extremely difficult.
She was only slightly interested and planned to watch secretly for a while before running away.
As it turns out, her master is now lying on the artificial rock where she was hiding. She never expected that the two of them would run from the shore to the center of the lake.
To be precise, the master was bumped and knocked along by that young hero Sheng, and drifted over here.
Sisi leaned against the artificial hill and could feel it swaying back and forth.
If her master found out, with her disciple right there, she would be so ashamed that she would want to commit suicide on the spot.
Sisi could only hug her arms and curl up as much as possible, with only her face above the water.
She did everything she could to hide herself so that no one would discover her.
The water rippled, and countless waves splashed onto her body.
She could feel the rhythm of the pool water, and her master's breathing was right next to her ear.
The rhythmic, loud crashes made Sisi worry that they might smash the artificial hill and expose her whereabouts.
Given their combined skill levels, this is a very likely scenario if they don't exercise restraint.
There's no point in worrying about this.
All Sisi could do was try to minimize her presence.
Normal mind.
Normal mind.
Calm your mind and don't reveal any flaws.
It was incredibly difficult for Sisi to remain completely calm when her most respected master made such a sound.
Sisi gradually became agitated, her nose filled with a strong and powerful scent.
My eyes, ears, nose, and body were all immersed in this immersive atmosphere, and gradually a flame began to burn in my abdomen.
"What a fragile soldier."
"A frail body, a fighting spirit that never existed, loose cooperation, and even a lack of skill in using underhanded tactics."
"You guys aren't even good enough to be appetizers."
At Qianlingdu, the people had already hidden and fled when the riots broke out.
At the vast ferry crossing, various shops were in complete disarray, with goods scattered all over the ground.
Of the three thousand soldiers stationed at Qianlingdu, most of them lay sprawled on the ground, those who had not had time to escape.
The red-haired demon was shirtless, with his arms outstretched to the sides. His bulging trapezius and biceps muscles were as hard as rocks, and thick, rope-like veins protruded from the surface of his muscles, making him awe-inspiring.
This muscular, seemingly fat-free, devilish body bears no trace of injury.
"I'll ask you again, where is the strongest man in this country?"
The red-haired devil lowered his head and collapsed to the ground in front of him. The one covered in sweat was Shen Hao, a fifth-rank envoy and commander-in-chief of Qianling Ferry.
If you look closely, you can see that although these scattered soldiers are groaning in pain, they are still breathing.
Although this red-haired demon doesn't care about human life, he won't deliberately kill.
Shen Hao was covered in sweat, terrified of this red-haired demon who resembled a monster.
The swords and blades struck the red-haired demon, but broke on their own, leaving not a single scratch.
The arrow was deflected, and using the hammer only made his hand go numb.
Shen Hao witnessed the red-haired demon using his eyelids to catch a crossbow bolt aimed at his eye.
Shen Hao had never seen such terrifying external martial arts.
This is not human at all, but a demon! A ghost!
The Red-Haired Demon's fighting style was unlike any martial arts style he had ever seen; it was pure ravage, inexplicable power, and pure violence.
Fist, palm, fingers, leg, foot.
That cannot be called martial arts; it is beating.
However, to compare it to a brawl between thugs would be to underestimate the other side.
Shen Hao was also unwilling to admit that the defenders of Qianlingdu had been defeated by such a tactic.
That's right, it's martial arts.
This man is the embodiment of martial arts; his martial arts have returned to simplicity and no longer require specific moves.
Shen Hao used this argument to justify his defeat.
He opened his lips with difficulty, his voice hoarse, "Why did you come to the Central Plains?"
"Should we answer questions with questions?"
The red-haired demon turned his face to the side, his face also full of muscles, veins bulging. "I don't hate it."
Surprisingly, the red-haired demon answered the question.
"I can sense the presence of a powerful being. I have been brought here by destiny, across thousands of nautical miles."
"This land, which you call the Central Plains, has an opponent worthy of my battle."
With a ferocious laugh, the red-haired demon revealed sharp, thick teeth behind his lips, like those of a wild beast. "Here lies an unforgettable encounter."
Gurgle.
Martial arts fanatic.
This type of person is not uncommon in the Central Plains.
Shen Hao swallowed hard and slowly said, "In the Central Plains today, the strongest is none other than Sheng Wansong."
"sheng wann song."
After repeating the name, the red-haired demon asked, "Where can I meet him?"
"I only heard that he was from Yuzhou."
Seeing the red-haired demon's displeased expression, Shen Hao quickly spoke up, "Wudang and Shaolin, the people of Wudang and Shaolin must know where he is!"
Under the glare of those terrifying, bell-like eyes, Shen Hao rambled on incoherently about the legends of Wudang and Shaolin.
Although his words were unclear, he managed to convey his meaning.
The red-haired demon asked, "Where is Shaolin Temple?"
"In the northwest!"
When Shen Hao raised his arm, it felt like he was being pricked by needles.
He pointed tremblingly to the northwest.
The red-haired demon looked in the direction he pointed, sniffing hard, as if trying to smell the Shaolin Temple a thousand miles away.
"The weak have their own way of surviving."
"You are a perfect weakling."
A dignified fifth-rank military officer of the imperial court, commander-in-chief of three thousand troops at Qianling Ferry, and a first-rate martial artist in the martial arts world.
In the words of the Red-Haired Demon, however, he was merely a qualified weakling.
Shen Hao was furious.
He got angry for a moment.
He watched as the red-haired demon walked northwest.
Bare-chested, he walked straight ahead along a straight line, leaving the official road and entering the jungle, without any tools, money, food, or water.
Alone, he walked into the depths of the deserted jungle.
It's as if any external object is an impurity that shouldn't exist for him.
Long after the red-haired demon's figure disappeared, Shen Hao stood up, clutching his arm.
He looked at his men, who were groaning all over the ground, and felt completely lost.
Am I a weakling?
I exploit the people; fishermen within a hundred miles of Qianlingdu have to be mindful of my word.
Even the wealthiest tycoons had to give me a huge bribe before they were qualified to go to sea.
Am I a weakling?
Shen Hao quickly adjusted his mindset.
So be it, we're weak.
At least he's still alive.
Even someone as talented as Liang Chen died young.
To live is the greatest victory.
Shen Hao walked shakily toward the Maritime Trade Office.
In his spare time, he also wanted to try to become a strong person.
Sheng Wansong was unaware that he had become the target of a wild beast from overseas, and even if he did, he wouldn't care.
He is very busy.
Mu Haitang worked tirelessly all day, finally managing to move Sheng Wansong three times, persuading him to leave the power of three swords to Qingmu Huafang.
When that reserved and virtuous face lowered shyly, and her carefully styled hair became a mess, it was hard to imagine anyone being able to resist her.
Anyway, Sheng Wansong couldn't control himself.