Not Strong

Sword light filled the sky, like a swarm of bloodthirsty snakes, tearing through the rain and arriving in an instant.

Amidst the intertwined silver threads, a sharp blade of light was hidden, striking from behind like a venomous dragon towards Liang Qu's neck and throat.

The two men were bound by fishing nets and captured by harpoons. What should have been a deadly and seamless coordination was suddenly interrupted by a flash of blue light.

Liang Qu's four fingers swept across the spear shaft, and the righteous Qi and Blood that had been accumulating in his Dantian for a long time suddenly surged like a dragon. The spearhead shone with light, faintly emitting a blue glow. With just a flick, it pierced through the surrounding sword energy.

"Not good!"

Huang Jinghong's wrists felt as if they were weighed down with lead. The Big Fish bound in the net flipped over and shook off into a blue Azure Dragon, tearing the net apart in its struggle.

Suddenly, the sword light dissipated.

Liang Qu took a step forward, his body moving with the gun, slicing through the air and thrusting towards the terrified Huang Jinghong.

Too close! The air around me seemed to suddenly turn cold.

Huang Jinghong had no way to dodge or block. He tried to retreat, but it was no use. Liang Qu's gun pressed on relentlessly, advancing without regard for the blade flashing from the side.

The blue light on the spearhead intensified, and the roar of the Azure Dragon resounded through the Cloud Sky, sweeping in as if from an ancient deep mountain.

"Ziyan, save me!"

This reckless fighting style caused Huang Jinghong's pupils to shrink sharply, and his gaze shifted to Huang Ziyan.

In the blink of an eye, Huang Jinghong was dead. Killing Liang Qu would be meaningless. Huang Ziyan immediately abandoned the opportunity, flipped his wrist, and accurately slashed at the spear.

When spears and swords clashed, Fubo deflected them.

Huang Jinghong, who was out of danger, almost shouted with joy, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Huang Ziyan's pale face.

At the moment of impact, his hand felt light, and the unleashed blade light completely missed its mark! The spear was utterly powerless! Apart from a slight tremor, it felt as if it were gliding through flowing water.

This was a feint! Damn it, how could it have such an amazing momentum if it had no power? The two sides brushed past each other, and Huang Ziyan, who was attacking with all his might, lost his balance and blocked Huang Jinghong's way.

Liang Qu gripped the gun barrel with both hands, leaned back, and exerted force with his arms. The ivory wood gun barrel drew a large circle, gleaming coldly as it slashed towards Huang Ziyan's exposed neck. In an instant, the offensive and defensive positions were reversed! Huang Jinghong, behind him, glared angrily and unleashed his fastest speed ever, grabbing Huang Ziyan by the back of his neck and pulling him backward!

Rumble.

Blue light and lightning intertwined, and drops of blood slowly fell from the Black Gold spearhead. The blood-covered spear was quickly washed away by the Rain Water.

The clothes were torn, and the rags sank into the puddle, covered with a layer of mud.

Huang Ziyan felt a chill in his chest, followed by a burning pain. If Huang Jinghong hadn't pulled him back, that shot would have almost cleaved his ribs!

"Very shrewd and experienced."

In just one glance, the two supported each other, their backs covered in cold sweat.

How could someone have such extensive combat experience?

Did they fight to the death with their own brothers from the moment they were born?

Liang Qu spun his spear, the red tassel flying, Rain Water mixed with blood spraying out, giving the two no chance to catch their breath, and charged again with his spear.

The sudden movement stirred up fallen leaves floating in the puddle. Liang Qu's entire strength flowed into the gun like water. He took three steps forward, accumulating power to its peak, and a raging killing intent swept over him.

Ignoring the pain in his chest, Huang Ziyan flipped his wrist and raised his knife to meet the spear. Huang Jinghong, who was standing to the side, stepped aside and flicked his sword tip toward Liang Qu's face.

The spear tip touched the blade of the longsword. Liang Qu pulled hard, and blinding sparks flew out amidst the raindrops, splashing Blood Water accumulated on the red tassel onto Huang Ziyan's face. He didn't reduce his strength, swinging the spear straight past Fubo and smashing it against Huang Jinghong's sword beside him.

Huang Ziyan was hit by Liang Qu's spear several times in succession, and his tiger's mouth hurt and his forearm trembled slightly. Huang Jinghong was the same and was almost knocked away by his long sword.

The Rain Water seeped into my mouth and tasted bitter.

Liang Qu's spear technique was ferocious, and his bursts of fire terrified them, making him seem like a tireless tiger.

Clang! Liang Qu unleashed a burst of sword light, using the rain curtain to perceive everything around him, almost always managing to strike first even after being attacked later.

Either of these two could easily defeat Liu Jie, the leader of the Whale Gang, in a one-on-one fight.

But he is no longer the same as before.

Marsh Ape grants strength, Ying Long Mark grants agility, Mirage Worm grants experience.

Every battle in his dream was a fight to the death, which gave him an unparalleled advantage.

With all three combined, Liang Qu could fight the two to a standstill using only ordinary methods.

It's not fair to say that the two are weak; it's just that...

Not strong.

"Boring."

With a single sweeping strike, Liang Qu once again forced back the swords and blades.

Boring?

Huang Jinghong and Huang Ziyan were stunned for a moment, and then flew into a rage the instant they realized what was happening. The veins on their hands, gripping the hilts of their swords and knives, bulged as they were about to step forward when suddenly Great Mist surged in from the roadside woods. It was as thick as milk and instantly covered everything.

Fog? How could Great Mist suddenly appear out of nowhere?

Thick, liquid-like white mist clung to the swords and blades, enveloping them like a heavy white curtain. Whenever Huang Ziyan's sword made a cut, the crack would instantly heal itself.

The two exchanged a glance, alarm bells ringing in their hearts. They leaned back to back, trying to use their aura and senses to probe their surroundings, only to find that the fog was extremely unique, capable of even concealing their auras, making it impossible to find Liang Qu's figure.

Is that kid?

Huang Jinghong frowned. "The Myriad Forms Martial Arts?"

"What Myriad Forms Martial Arts, could create such a massive Great Mist?"

"I told you not to wait, not to wait! Now look what's happened!"

Huang Ziyan retorted indignantly, "What's the use of blaming me now? Do you think I wanted this?"

Something's crawling up my foot!

Huang Jinghong jumped up from the ground like a startled rabbit, but was pulled and stumbled, almost falling to the ground.

He kicked hard to break free, and when he looked down, the tentacle-like water flow disintegrated into splashes. The scene just now seemed like a hallucination.

"What the hell is that? Did you see it?"

Huang Ziyan's expression was solemn. "I saw it."

Huang Jinghong looked around nervously, and heard what sounded like surging tides, as if water was flowing from the sky and the ground. He thought quickly, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"I understand, it's an illusion! It must be an illusion!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Ziyan pondered for a moment and realized it made sense.

What Myriad Forms Method could produce such astonishing phenomena, summoning a dense Great Mist that envelops the surrounding area? The Great Mist, the flowing water, the sound of the tide—these can only be illusions! It's a result of today's heavy rain! It reminds me of the Golden Eye photographed by Liang Qu ...

He exclaimed, "Pupil technique! He's practiced pupil technique! We've been caught! Quick, find Dharma Gate to break this technique!"

The two immediately channeled their Qi and Blood into their Niwan Palace, attempting to break the illusion using their unique method of awakening the mind.

But when they opened their eyes again, nothing had changed; the Great Mist still lingered and flowed silently.

The two looked at each other, their hearts heavy.

What an amazing illusion!

Ordinary methods couldn't solve it! Body movement, external martial arts, marksmanship, illusion techniques—before he even reached twenty, he had almost no weaknesses. Could there really be such a gifted person in the world?

The two leaped and bounded through the Great Mist, when suddenly the spear pierced through the watery white mist, opening a large circle.

"Got you!"

Huang Jinghong and Huang Ziyan, who had been jumping around, suddenly joined hands. Their swords flashed and their light converged into a torrent that crashed into the thick fog.

The air currents swirled wildly, and the thick fog dissipated.

The sound of the tide swept in, covering everything.

The two were stunned.

They looked up cautiously and saw the waterfall cascading down the edge of the sky.

Black Rain Water fell to the earth and surged into the sky, while yellow muddy water and white water droplets formed by sunlight collided and converged into flowing walls of water, reflecting the distorted faces of the two people.

Liang Qu stands on the water's surface, looking down like two frogs gazing at the sky from a well.

With a casual wave of his hand, the spear floated to his side on the water, pointing diagonally at the two of them.

"I told you, the two of you can't take me down."

The massive wall shattered with a thunderous roar! Another bolt of lightning flashed through the gray clouds, and the dark blue spear flashed away from the hand.

The sound of the tide and the howling of the wind rose together, and the Broken Blade flew several feet away in a spiral before diagonally piercing the earth.

Huang Ziyan plummeted like a kite with a broken string, his mouthful of blood spraying onto the tree, staining the wrinkled bark red and soaking the black soil.

He stared wide-eyed at Huang Jinghong, whose pupils were swollen and dilated.

The torrent, weighing thousands of tons, slowly dissipated in all directions, merging into the forest.