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In the blink of an eye, a squad of Garrison troops surged out from the dark alleys of the city, holding their long spears high, as if they had trained a thousand times, surrounding the residential area with great momentum.
Luo Gongshuai sensed something was amiss and actively abandoned Old Mu, soaring out of the house. His agility was even more impressive than Lu Chen's Deer Demon Leap; with a light push off the window ledge, he leaped forward and managed to escape the encirclement.
In the next moment, Luo Gongshuai landed in a quiet alley, alertly glancing around, his mind filled with uncertainty.
"Bold Luo Gongshuai, where do you think you're escaping to?"
At that moment, Wang Qiao's deputy shouted loudly, swinging his hefty body and wielding a large cleaver, leading a dozen elite Garrison troops charging from one side of the alley.
"Hmph, a defeated foe," Luo Gongshuai scoffed coldly, preparing to strike. Suddenly, from the other side of the alley, another group of elite Garrison troops rushed in, surrounding him in a pincer attack.
The fighting spirit that had just been ignited in Luo Gongshuai instantly crumbled; his instincts told him that if he engaged with these people, he would undoubtedly die today.
With a light push from his feet, Luo Gongshuai jumped high into the air and landed on a nearby taller building.
He looked around and saw Garrison troops everywhere in Yuyang City. Moreover, unlike last time, these Garrison troops seemed to have significantly improved their combat capabilities; their formation was orderly and calm, as if they had rehearsed beforehand.
This was clearly an elite army. Luo Gongshuai took a deep breath and squinted his eyes; it seemed that the situation was not looking good.
"Lord Wang, I won't play with you this time. However, I will definitely return to visit your Yuyang City; we shall meet again."
Luo Gongshuai declared loudly as he soared high above Yuyang City, quickly flying away and leaving a large number of Garrison troops behind. He was on the verge of completely exiting Yuyang City.
"Thinking of leaving? Do you really think you can?"
At that moment, a cold voice reached Luo Gongshuai's ears. Lu Chen emerged from a dark alley like a ghostly shadow, blocking Luo Gongshuai's path.
"Who are you?"
Luo Gongshuai halted and calmly asked Lu Chen ahead of him.
"I'll tell you slowly once I capture you," Lu Chen replied coldly.
"You are even more arrogant than I am. With thousands of troops, Wang Qiao couldn't do anything to me. If you want to capture me, let's see if you have the ability."
Suddenly, Luo Gongshuai's figure flickered and Flesh vanished from its original spot.
"Another Unity of Man!"
Lu Chen stood still, closed his eyes, and twitched his ears. Then he suddenly opened his eyes and launched a Monkey Demon Offering Fist into the void.
In the direction Lu Chen struck, Luo Gongshuai's figure emerged. It turned out he had attempted to ambush Lu Chen, but failed.
"Black Fist, is it?"
Lu Chen transformed his punch into a grasp and executed an Ape Demon Grasp, seizing Luo Gongshuai's arm while loudly questioning him.
Luo Gongshuai Flesh hung in the air, his expression changed drastically. Not only did his ambush on Lu Chen fail, but he was also seen through by his opponent, causing half of his fighting spirit to collapse instantly.
"Black Fist Sect leader He Yingqing, what is your relationship with him?" Lu Chen asked again, sensing that this flower thief was somehow connected to the Black Fist Sect.
Luo Gongshuai remained silent. With a sudden shake of Flesh, he broke free from Lu Chen's Ape Demon Grasp. Performing a backflip, he delivered a powerful kick towards Lu Chen.
Lu Chen executed a Deer Demon Leap, dodging to the side, and replied, "Even He Zai Jin has been killed by me. How does your black fist skill compare to his?"
Black fist means ambush.
"What? My sworn brother He Zai Jin was killed by you?"
As Luo Gongshuai Flesh landed on the ground, his face changed dramatically. He growled fiercely, "Good! You brought this upon yourself. Daring to kill my sworn brother, you will pay the price. I will remember you."
"Knowing this secret means I can't let you go. Now let me show you what the true Capturing Demon Roar Star Technique is," said Lu Chen. As he spoke, Flesh was already in motion, executing a high jump with a Crane Demon Strike, then plunging straight down towards Luo Gongshuai.
"Capturing Demon Roar Star Technique?" Luo Gongshuai murmured to himself.
Lu Chen had already moved in, using the Crane Demon Strike. Lightly shifting to one side, he transformed into an Ape Demon Grabs the Moon, extending his long arms forward simultaneously.
Luo Gongshuai was pushed forward by Lu Chen, stepping back three times to stabilize his stance before quickly throwing a series of black punches to counter Lu Chen.
Lu Chen took a deep breath, his arms moving in wide arcs as his fists came down like hammers.
"What kind of martial art is this? I can see the shadow of the Crazy Serpent Seven Star Classic, but it's not exactly the same."
As Luo Gongshuai dealt with Lu Chen's strange black punches, he asked while being forced to retreat continuously.
Suddenly, Luo Gongshuai's body shook, and he used his peculiar evasive technique to jump aside, escaping Lu Chen's attack range.
Seeing this, Lu Chen immediately executed the Deer Demon Leap, his arms stretching like a gorilla's as he pounded the ground with his fists. He then pushed off and leaped high into the air like a diving frog, aiming a punch directly at Luo Gongshuai's head.
"You are too arrogant; don't forget that I am a black boxer."
Luo Gongshuai squinted as Lu Chen lunged at him. He suddenly grabbed Lu Chen's wrist, stopping the attack just inches away from his head, the fierce wind from the punch making Luo Gongshuai's hair stand on end.
"Die!"
With his wrist caught, Lu Chen shouted angrily. His fingers spread wide like five soft sickles. With a surge of strength, he broke free from Luo Gongshuai's grip and swiftly slashed downwards. His flexible fingers left three bloody marks on Luo Gongshuai's chest while simultaneously sending him flying backward with a powerful strike.
Luo Gongshuai crashed into a tree, clapping his palms together to grip the trunk tightly. He exerted so much force that the old bark split apart.
However, the internal energy from Lu Chen's attack had already dissipated. Seizing the opportunity, Luo Gongshuai began to rapidly push off against the tree trunk, climbing up like a vine and reaching the top in an instant.
Lu Chen stood on the ground, fists clenched tightly as he stared intently at Luo Gongshuai. His Deer Demon Leap couldn't match Luo Gongshuai's height, leaving him unable to pursue.
"My movement technique complements black boxing; you can't compare to me. Goodbye!"
Luo Gongshuai's voice grew fainter as he clearly distanced himself.
Lu Chen watched Luo Gongshuai escape with a heavy sigh. At that moment, Sun Zizhao and Prince Fu arrived but did not see Governor Liu Fang and Governor Wang Qiao. They likely stayed behind to assist Wang Qiao, who was struggling for breath.
"Brother Lu Chen, why did you deliberately let him go? Last time Wang Qiao lost sight of his target by the sea and failed," Prince Fu asked curiously as he approached Lu Chen.
"From beginning to end, Brother Lu Chen had at least ten opportunities to kill this person," Sun Zizhao said, shaking his fan, his tone oddly uncertain about what Lu Chen intended to do.
"This person won't escape. Brother Zi Zhao and Prince Fu, don't worry. I have my plans; the real show is just beginning."
Lu Chen moved forward, walking alone into the dark forest.
Since the moment he escaped from Luo Gongshuai, Lu Chen had been secretly calculating the opponent's speed. Now was the perfect time to catch up.
He gradually quickened his pace, racing toward the seaside, even employing the Deer Demon Technique.
After about a cup of tea's worth of time, Lu Chen heard the crashing waves and felt the sea breeze intensifying.
Upon reaching the shore, Old Mu was already waiting there, holding Lu Chen's Demon-Slaying Sword.
"Master, you're here. About half a cup of tea ago, they set out to sea—four or five boats with around twenty people," Old Mu reported.
"Good, I understand. How prepared are our people?" Lu Chen asked.
"They're all set and ready to go; there's no problem at all. We're just waiting for you," Old Mu replied, whistling at a large black reef protruding from the water not far away.
Immediately, several twenty-foot-long wooden boats emerged from behind the reef, each filled with soldiers arranged in neat rows.
"Let's go; it's time to start closing the net."
Lu Chen said as he and Old Mu boarded a relatively empty wooden boat. This boat only had two individuals dressed as officers on it, seemingly of a higher rank than ordinary soldiers—likely Centurions. Both wore waist swords and armor, standing straight.
"Daoist!"
As Lu Chen and Old Mu boarded the boat, the two Centurions bent slightly and saluted; they had been assigned by Wang Qiao to serve under Lu Chen.
"Please take a seat, gentlemen; there's no need for formalities."
Through their brief exchange, they realized that despite Lu Chen's young age, his every action was very approachable, which left them somewhat astonished.
Two Centurions casually sat on the edge of the boat.
These boats were requisitioned by Wang Qiao from coastal fishermen, totaling about twenty, with ten or so people on each boat.
The boats were ordinary fishing vessels, lacking masts and sails, relying solely on the flat-headed oars wielded by the Old Fisherman. Most people could not handle this type of boat at sea.
In the morning, during high tide, the winds and waves were strong, and there were also soldiers aboard. Especially since these soldiers were from the land garrison and not the Navy, they did not know how to operate a boat and were unfamiliar with water, which could lead to seasickness if they stayed on board for too long.
Fortunately, Governor Wang Qiao had thought ahead and hired professional Old Fishermen to row the boats. These Old Fishermen were strong and robust, with dark skin from their days spent fishing at sea, easily handling thousands of pounds of cargo back and forth.
Most of them hailed from coastal areas, were good swimmers, and familiar with the local waters' geography; having them on board was like having a living map.
At Lu Chen's command, all the boats immediately cut through the white waves, advancing steadily against the wind as they headed out to sea.
The boat Lu Chen was on had fewer people and was lighter, leading the way. Lu Chen stood at the bow and began chatting with the fisherman steering the boat to inquire about the surrounding waters.
During this process, Wang Qiao's two Centurions quietly listened nearby without interjecting; they maintained excellent discipline, knowing only that they were to accompany the mission at sea and nothing else mattered.
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