activa-t Chapter 68 A Farce
Chapter 68 A Farce
"Splash..."
The sound of rippling water drew closer.
First, the ferocious head of the silver-scaled monster peered over the mound, followed by the hand holding the chain. The two followed closely behind, their eyes still fixed on the murky waters ahead.
The time has come.
Zhou took action.
With all his strength concentrated, the spear suddenly burst forth from the murky river mud!
The gun trembled, carrying the spiraling force accumulated from two days of arduous underwater training, and thrust straight at the waist and abdomen of the sorcerer on the left!
"hold head high!!"
The sound came out with a flick of the wrist, and the dragon's roar reappeared.
Too fast! And too close!
The sorcerer felt a strange flow of water on his side and turned his head in horror, only to see a dark light already in front of him!
He opened his gills and hurriedly patted his waist with his other free hand, while trying to twist his body, but it was too late.
"puff!"
The spear tip pierced flesh with a dull thud.
The spiraling force exploded along the gun barrel!
The sorcerer suddenly arched his body, his eyes bulged out, and a cloud of blood mist burst from his waist, instantly staining the surrounding river water red.
He loosened his grip, the chain slipped from his hand, and a string of bubbles and fragments of internal organs gurgled up from his throat. His limbs twitched as he sank into the water.
The sorcerer on the right roared in shock and rage, his bone whistle emitting a sharp whistle from his cheek. At the same time, he flicked his wrist, and a black line shot out from his sleeve. It was actually several intertwined live leeches, moving with incredible speed, heading straight for Zhou Xing's face!
Zhou Xing made a successful shot and, without pausing, twisted his waist like a monstrous python, using the momentum of the water to lean back sharply.
Under the [River Demon Appearance], his spine was exceptionally flexible, almost folding over, allowing him to dodge the strange leeches. At the same time, wielding a gun in one arm, he swept it horizontally, the gun barrel striking his opponent's lower body.
The sorcerer swayed his waist in the water, sliding to the side with extraordinary agility, while simultaneously yanking the chain in his hand.
The monster, having lost control on the left, was in a daze when it was provoked by the chains on the right. It became ferocious, its silver scales shimmering, and it opened its mouth wide to bite Zhou Xing in the waist!
The speed is much faster than before!
Zhou Xing's sweeping shot missed; the monster had arrived.
He remained calm and collected, listening intently as if he were in water, unlike on land.
He could "hear" the water pressure turbulence caused by the monster's sharp teeth cutting through the water, and he could hear the vortex trajectory when the sorcerer made his move.
Instead of retreating, he advanced, facing the monster's gaping maw, twisting his waist and thrusting his hips, using the spear as a short stick, gripping the base with the butt of the spear, and with a precise and fierce upward thrust, slammed into the monster's jaw!
"Thump!"
The monster's bite was abruptly interrupted, and its head was thrown upwards.
Taking advantage of the monster's loss of balance, Zhou Xing spun around and slid to the side of the monster. With a flick of his wrist, his five fingers, like hooks, gripped the gaps in the scales on the monster's lower jaw.
The hidden strength, like a needle, suddenly bursts forth!
"Snap. Pfft!"
Scales shattered, skin torn and flesh ripped open, the force penetrating deep into flesh and blood, and through meridians. The monster writhed in agony, stirring up mud and sand from the riverbed.
Seeing the injured spirit child, the sorcerer felt both heartache and fear. He blew his bone whistle repeatedly and waved his hands rapidly. A string of dark objects flew out from his sleeves, resembling soaked talisman ropes that swelled upon contact with water and coiled around him like strange snakes.
Zhou Xing's body swayed in the water, as supple as if boneless, always managing to dodge the talisman rope at the last second.
The light and shadow flickered, and mud and sand rose up everywhere.
He knew that this sorcerer had many tricks up his sleeve, and he had to get close to him.
He pushed off the riverbed with his feet and charged forward with all his might, but the resistance in the water was enormous, and his speed was not as fast as on land.
Seeing this, the sorcerer retreated while taking out another tortoise-shell-shaped magical artifact.
A fierce glint flashed in Zhou Xing's eyes, and the Toad-Fishing Force circulated at an unprecedented speed, causing his chest and abdomen to contract sharply!
The next moment, his throat bobbed, and an extremely condensed aura exploded from his dantian, passed through his chest and throat, and transformed into a sound:
"Gurgle!!"
Deep, resonant, like the croaking of a giant clam!
This low-frequency muffled sound travels extremely fast in water and can directly cause resonance in the other person's chest cavity and internal organs.
Just as the man was about to activate the tortoise shell magic artifact, the buzzing and croaking of the frogs caused him to feel a sudden tightness in his chest, his movements froze, and his blood and qi surged within him, almost triggering a backlash from the magic.
That's when things got stuck.
Zhou Xing gripped the gun with both hands, his body like a spring compressed to its limit, and suddenly shot forward!
With a rub of his palms, the gun spun rapidly in his hand, causing the tip to transform into a spiraling drill!
Xingyi Great Spear, a sudden and unexpected attack!
The man turned pale with fright. In his haste, his entire body was covered in gray-green scales that bulged up. He crossed his arms to protect his chest, trying to withstand the attack.
With a second burst of power from his waist and hips, Zhou Xing's fascia twisted into a single strand, as if the water at the tip of the spear had been squeezed out instantly.
"Pfft! Sizzle!!"
The spear tip pierced through the scales, tore through the flesh, and shredded the bones, penetrating between his arms and exiting through his chest!
The fierce spinning force blasted a hole the size of a bowl open in his chest.
The warlock froze completely, his eyes wide as he stared at the gun barrel in his chest. The bone whistle slipped out of his cheek with a "plop," bubbling up a string of blood bubbles.
Zhou Xing remained expressionless, twisted his wrist, and drew his spear.
The blood mist thickened, and the corpse slowly sank to the bottom of the river.
The silver monster seemed to be connected to its master's mind. When its master died, it let out a mournful cry, broke free of its chains, and stopped attacking Zhou Xing. With a flick of its tail, it fled into the depths of the river.
Zhou Xing felt a tightness in his chest and a sweet taste in his throat. He glanced at it but didn't give chase. His breath was almost gone; it wasn't wise to linger.
He quickly searched the two corpses, finding a bone whistle, some scraps of talisman paper, and a small waterproof leather pouch, which he stuffed into his pocket without even looking at them.
He glanced again at the direction the monster fled, noting its approximate location: northeast of the center of the river.
Then, without lingering, he pushed off the riverbed with his feet, slung his spear behind him, and swam toward the light above.
Behind them, crimson slowly seeped into the dark riverbed, gradually engulfing the mound and the two corpses.
"Splash!"
Zhou Xing broke through the water and emerged.
A cool night breeze swept over me, and a chill ran down my spine.
Zhou Xing took a deep breath, wiped the water droplets from his face, and looked back. The river was as black as ink, with only ripples spreading out, as if the brief but deadly underwater battle had never happened.
He first glanced around, listening intently, but didn't detect any living creatures on the shore.
He swam back to shore, walked onto the riverbank, and stepped over pebbles and withered reeds. He shook himself, splashing water like a large fish that had just come ashore.
Then quickly dry your body and change into dry clothes.
First, he stood in the Three-Body Stance, and slowly circulated the Fishing Toad Energy. After several cycles, the heaviness in his chest gradually dissipated.
Then, he took out unleavened flatbread and salted meat from the hidden oilcloth bag, and swallowed them with cold water.
Finally, I chewed two more slices of old ginseng. A warm, bittersweet sensation spread from my throat, traveling along my meridians, and my spirits were lifted.
With his strength slightly restored, he continued eating while recalling the battle at the bottom of the river.
This was his second encounter with the sorcerer from the Taoist temple.
None of the other side survived.
I don't know why these Southeast Asian cultists have been so active in Tianjin lately.
Judging from the way these two looked, it seemed like they were searching for something at the bottom of the river, leading the monster around like hunting dogs sniffing out its prey.
They seemed surprised and cautious, as if they hadn't expected to run into them.
It wasn't directed at me.
He recalled the obsession on the Zhenhe coin, could it be... related to this?
This filthy world, you can run into these bastards everywhere you go.
unlucky.
He took a big bite of the salted meat, then squatted down to wrap up his luggage and the big gun.
Before leaving, he turned and looked back. The Haihe River under the moonlight was calm, deep, and pitch black.
In the past few days, in addition to practicing shooting, he also patrolled the riverbed several times, but did not see any locks. He could only check with Li Wenyong to see if he had found any clues.
Haihe River, Haihe River, who knows how many secrets await exploration within its depths.
He turned and walked towards the French Concession. Tomorrow, he was to report to the Central Police Station in the French Concession.
Together with Renault, they investigated themselves.
Three days ago, he wasn't lying; he hadn't truly mastered the art of boxing.
Three days later, for some reason, the boxing technique had seeped into his very bones.