Capítulo 1326: Chapter 21: I Fish the East Sea (Double Chapter)_2

“How much better it would have been if you had left back then”

The whale’s voice was like thunder, but with a hint of gentleness.

Miao Zhiquiao clutched her knife, raised her eyes and said: “Now there’s no need to leave.”

Behind Shentu Hongye were three specially crafted short spears. Holding one in his hand, he carried an air of presence without rushing to attack, actually intending to flaunt his rare mastery and, as the victor, look down on and toy with the defeated. He laughed and said:

“To face death gracefully is praiseworthy.”

“I rather admire you. How about this: if you’re willing to strike the first blow on this whale, I’ll spare your life, a deal well worth it.”

Several gazes fell upon Miao Zhiquiao.

The woman placed one foot on the ship’s edge, raised her eyebrows, flipped her middle finger and cursed:

“You talk nonsense!”

“With your tiny needle, you think I’ll listen to you? I spit on it!”

The ship’s crew were stunned momentarily before bursting into laughter. Amidst the laughter, they slapped their swords on the ship, chanting ‘tiny needle.’ Ma Xiangyu laughed so hard he couldn’t stand up straight. It was apparent that Shentu Hongye understood the meaning behind these maritime words. His expression turned cold as he said:

“Refuses a toast only to drink a forfeit.”

He grabbed the short spear in his right hand, muscles bulging in his arm.

Ma Xiangyu spat and cursed: “If you have the guts, go find trouble with the Dongfang Clan, the East Sea guards. To hell with Flying Spirit Sect, you bully the weak and fear the strong, Grandpa Ma has no respect for you!”

After finishing this sentence, he felt the leader next to him seemed to hold him in higher regard. Ma Xiangyu’s feet became lighter. Though the words admitted weakness, compared to the East Sea guards and Dongfang Clan of Penglai, being weaker wasn’t shameful. With this thought, he became even more justified.

Shentu Hongye sneered, whispering:

“Dongfang Clan, next, is Dongfang…”

The crowd hadn’t reacted yet. Shentu Hongye’s expression was solemn, his arm muscles tensed.

“Among Rushing Thunder’s three, the second is called Collapse, when Yin and Yang thinly move, the Sky Collapses.”

Thunder erupted from the weapon crafted like the Thunderbolt Spear, its force like a sky collapse. Then his palm trembled, and no one saw the action—just a heavy sound in the air, like thunderous drumbeats. White energy waves quickly spread out in the air, with a shadow darting down in between.

The crowd still watched Shentu Hongye’s palm.

Flying Spirit Sect uses the Thunderbolt Spear throwing technique against enemies. Disciples carry between one to three, five, seven spears on their backs; the strongest Grandmaster carries thirteen Thunderbolt Spears, far less numerous than the hundreds or thousands of moves other martial artists have.

Forsaking move variations, it only pursues speed, excelling beyond ordinary martial arts. The sect’s masters can use one Rushing Thunder to pierce through eighteen waves between tides. Shentu Hongye, a sect master, appeared young but was actually over forty, maintaining himself well.

This technique, Rushing Thunder Sky Collapse, had reached tenfold proficiency, only lacking inner strength in its Qi mechanism.

A spear flew out, producing magnificent phenomena.

The Qi mechanism impacted the sea surface, instantly collapsing downward.

The whale cried out mournfully.

A silver line swept across the sea surface, collided with the flying spear, its Vigorous Qi instantly diverted and broken. The whale flicked its tail, waves surged and retreated the spear’s remaining Qi mechanism.

Thunder roared and raged, flowing through miles of water.

Only then did those on the ship realize they had snatched back their lives.

Shentu Hongye’s expression shifted slightly, looking at the silver line that had shattered the spear and dropped down again.

Dressed in blue, Wang Anfeng sat at the stern, unwavering despite the ship’s shaking, sitting steadily at the Fishing Platform. His composure was indeed strong. Shentu Hongye called out: “Where is this master from? This is between my Flying Spirit Sect, Jade Dragon Sect, and the East Sea Jianghu. Do not err!”

Clad in blue, Wang Anfeng not only sat steadily, his hands were extremely steady too. That thread dangled into the sea.

Initially, he only planned to act secretly, but at this moment he slightly changed his intention, glanced at the high disciple of one of Central Plains’ seven sects. With such skill in flying spear sky collapse, he might someday become a true Elder with actual power in Flying Spirit Sect, one of the seven sects’ real high echelon.

In his youth, listening to stories in Great Liang Village, most were about wandering the Jianghu with two sleeves of blue cloth, never expecting to be associated with such a Jianghu giant, yet now he felt no ripple in his heart. Distractions dissipated, he spoke gently:

“You say Flying Spirit Sect wants a grudge against Dongfang Clan?”

Shentu Hongye’s expression darkened, knowing he had lost vigilance in his delight earlier, sneered and said:

“This is an East Sea Jianghu matter, and what does this have to do with you, sir?”

“Could it be that you have the last name Dongfang?”

Wang Anfeng shook his head and replied:

“I am surnamed Wang, only having a thin connection with Dongfang Clan, wishing to inquire about something.”

Shentu Hongye sneered and took out another Thunderbolt Spear:

“Then it seems a fight is inevitable, sir must try this move first.”

“Rushing Thunder, this move is called Shock, Shock in Nine Heavens.”

With a tremor of the wrist, the Thunderbolt Spear shot out. Wang Anfeng flicked his fishing rod, Sword Qi attached to the fishing line, emulating a thread of Sword Qi from heart and lung, slashing straight out.

In this instance, Miao Zhiquiao, presumed the protagonist from Jade Dragon Sect remnants, and Ma Xiangyu aboard the ship, all turned into spectators, watching the fishing line meander, unseen Sword Qi and Sword Intent, waves surged far beyond the previous spear’s Sky Collapse, the second spear’s Shock in Nine Heavens momentum dissipated.

Shentu Hongye’s breath held unsorted, bloodshot eyes flared, grasping the last short spear.

A deep growl erupted from his throat.