From the Dragon and Tiger Cavalry to Hunting Sins and Becoming Saints

Chapter 134 Luring the Tiger Away from the Mountain

"What am I worried about? Shouldn't you be the one worried?"

Fu Que glanced indifferently at the departing speedboat, then focused his gaze on the dozen or so fierce bandits from Wei Long who had come to the front of him. He grinned and said, "This is the ship that's using this as a diversionary tactic, isn't it?"

"Hurry up! That light boat you sent to its death won't last long. If we don't set off soon, they'll realize they've been tricked and come back."

"Big brother, what should we do?"

"Don't panic, this kid came up all by himself. Even if we risk our lives, we can still crush him."

He clenched his teeth and stared at the drooping eyes.

"But, his strength..."

The pirate who was speaking glanced at the corpse lying behind Fu Que. The winding blood flowed along the cracks in the deck, looking particularly gruesome under the torchlight.

"Afraid of death? If you're afraid of death, why do you do such a high-risk job? If this shipment isn't delivered, guess what will happen to us? We'll risk our families' lives, but won't we get rid of these parasitic worms?"

The sea breeze blew open the headscarf covering his slanted eyes, revealing a shiny bald head. He held a curved knife, and a wisp of foul, fishy stench wafted out—a mixture of the salty smell of the sea and the stench of rotting fish and shrimp.

Fu Que's eyes widened in surprise, his brows furrowing. In his true vision, the slanted-eyed figure before him was no longer a human form composed of black and white lines, but rather had a slightly demonic style, yet it was not a demon.

"Interesting. Even the Real Sight can't see what you are. To be able to distort the aura like this, you must have someone behind you. I'm not interested, but that doesn't mean Tiger Rider isn't."

Fu Que muttered to himself as he moved away.

Their eyes met amidst the flickering firelight and the salty sea breeze. As a wave surged, a barrage of arrows and a roar erupted simultaneously.

Seemingly stirred by the words of the slanted-eye man, the pirates, who had been intimidated by Fu Que's ruthless methods, now completely ignored Fu Que's decisive and efficient skills, and each of them drew their sailor's knives and pressed towards Fu Que.

Several of them, like those with droopy eyes, exuded a putrid aura.

"Let's finish this quickly and see what you're planning to smuggle."

A sudden gust of wind arose from the ground, and the sharp Moon Wheel Blade and Fu Que charged into the crowd from the left and right.

Arrows flew through the air, and a sudden gust of wind arose.

Metal swords clashed, sparks flew and exploded, and black, rotten true energy, like wisps of mist, enveloped the deck, while swirling winds and chaotic roars rose and fell in a disorderly fashion.

With a roar, Fu Que turned around, and crimson blood slid down his ring finger. A bandit holding a crossbow fell backward, the crossbow in his hand breaking in two. His finger on the trigger was still twitching unconsciously until his upper body fell to the ground.

Apart from the slanted-eye bandits and three other bandits surrounded by black, rotting true energy, there was no one left standing on the deck. Everyone else was killed one by one by Fu Que with his nimble movements in the chaos.

The howling wind extinguished the torches, and the flashing sparks could only light up the faces of a few people. Fu Que's eyes rippled with black waves, devoid of joy or sorrow, while his slanted eyes, in a fleeting glance, were filled with a ferocious expression.

Fu Que's eyes darted around, and the black speedboat was already speeding off in another direction of the waterway. Because it was a hasty operation, although the entire Tenth Company was mobilized, there were still not enough people.

If Fu Que doesn't stop it, this black speedboat could really break through the blockade. Although Fu Que doesn't know what it's carrying, judging from the people's attire and the extraordinary powers they use...

No matter who they are, Fu Que will not let them pass.

"Are you willing to risk your lives to stop me because there are people waiting for you ahead, or is it that the control exerted on you by those behind you is so profound that it outweighs your fear of death?"

Fu Que spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva: "Since that's the case, then let's try it and see if I kill you all first and stop the ship, or if your people arrive first to pick you up."

Although Fu Que's guess was baseless, even though the man with slanted eyes was already resigned to death, he was momentarily unsettled upon hearing Fu Que's self-talk, but he quickly calmed down.

Fu Que's death is unimportant, as long as the Clippers reach the designated location.

The cannon fodder who served as the vanguard have all died, but fortunately the other side has also suffered serious injuries. As long as we are more careful, Diaoyan thinks that this smuggling operation still has a high probability of success.

Even if there's a high probability that I'll die by their blade in the end, it's not so bad. At least I won't have to live in the agony of being devoured by a thousand insects every day, and my family will be abandoned once I'm no longer of any use.

This ending doesn't seem so bad. At least the family members who were abandoned don't have to live in constant fear of losing their heads. Because they died fighting, they will have a new identity to live their lives.

The sensation of his lungs being submerged in boiling oil during his breathing awakened Diaoyan. He was startled; he was still in the midst of a battle, how could he have thought of such a thing?

However, Fu Que did not seize the opportunity during his brief distraction. After all, dealing with the water bandits who kept shooting arrows had cost him a lot. At the very least, repeatedly using wind elemental power to deviate from the trajectory of the arrows had exhausted a lot of his energy.

His leather armor, both civil and military, was soaked in blood. The space on the deck was too small, and the pirates were experienced. Even with the triple protection of wind elemental power, the Moon Wheel Blade, and the leather armor, Fu Que still suffered some injuries.

The gash stretched from his chest to his lower abdomen, and two arrows with severed shafts were stuck in each of his shoulders. To avoid being pierced through the throat, Fu Que had no choice but to sacrifice his shoulders to save his life.

Fu Que, whose injuries were not light, subconsciously clenched his fists. He had been a little careless. Although he could kill these people by fighting them head-on, their indifference to life and death had opened Fu Que's eyes.

The Tiger Cavalry's indifference to life and death, and their willingness to fight to the death at crucial moments, are due to years of training, generous rewards and logistical support, proper arrangements for their deaths, and the endorsement of Emperor Wu of the Great Zhao Dynasty.

These people are clearly self-taught, so how could they be like this?

Fu Que's eyes flickered; he had changed his mind.

"Oh no! He's going to destroy the True Essence Hub! Stop him, or everything will be over! Once the ship loses power, we'll be trapped here and die!"

"Too late!"

Fu Que gritted his teeth, and an invisible gale gathered again. The howling, towering waves were forcibly whipped up by Fu Que's wind elemental power, forming a terrifying waterspout. The waterspout slammed onto the deck, sweeping up Fu Que himself along with several Qi-refining water bandits who rushed over.