Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 357 - 213 Group Fight

Chapter 357: 213 Group Fight

The small boat slowed down, inching closer to the large ship.

The two vessels quickly drew within thirty meters of each other.

Fang Zhixing stood up unhurriedly and bowed slightly, saying indifferently, "Brother Gu, we meet again."

Gu Jingzhang stood proudly at the bow, his expression complex, his brow betraying an unmistakable gloom and frustration.

He had truly been outwitted by Fang Zhixing!

Ever since Fang Zhixing had been identified as the true murderer of Shen Zhiyue, he had immediately started the hunt.

This should have been an easy task.

But to Gu Jingzhang’s surprise, Fang Zhixing had a couple of tricks up his sleeve, pulling off a vanishing act.

A missing person needs to be found, naturally.

Gu Jingzhang started off full of confidence, believing that with the prestige of the Shen family, finding a fugitive would be no difficult feat.

How could a fugitive not eat, drink, or relieve themselves, let alone require resources for cultivation?

As long as Fang Zhixing showed his face again, it was only a matter of time before he was exposed and captured.

However, something bizarre occurred!

No matter how hard Gu Jingzhang tried, despite searching day after day, he couldn’t even catch a glimpse of Fang Zhixing’s shadow.

Now, this was embarrassing!

Because he failed to capture his target for so long, it made the Shen family lose face, and they became a laughingstock, with various powers gloating over their misfortune.

Gu Jingzhang was under tremendous pressure, which caused him considerable worry; he couldn’t eat or sleep well and was running around day and night.

Truth be told, he had lost weight.

At this moment, seeing Fang Zhixing again, Gu Jingzhang’s mood was at rock bottom, with nothing but endless hatred in his eyes.

He couldn’t help grinding his teeth and sneering coldly, "Fang Maofu, you finally dare to show your face, you’ve made me search hard for you!"

Fang Zhixing snorted derisively, "The reason I’ve been hiding is not that I fear you."

Upon hearing this, Gu Jingzhang flew into a rage and shouted, "Son of a bitch, you’re courting death!"

"Master Gu, leave him to me," spoke the middle-aged man suddenly by Gu Jingzhang’s side, his voice deep and cold, as if suppressing hysterical rage.

The man appeared to be in his forties, with slightly sunken eyes and pronounced brow ridges, his beard meticulously trimmed.

Gu Jingzhang understood his feelings.

After all, he was Shi Wengong, the Sect Leader of the Flowing Water Sect.

The Vice Sect Leader who Fang Zhixing had killed, Shi Wengao, was his own brother.

At this moment, Shi Wengong was seething with killing intent, his eyes blazing with fire, hating Fang Zhixing even more than Gu Jingzhang did, wishing to tear him to pieces.

A blood feud that cannot share the same sky!

"Thank you, Sect Leader Shi!"

Gu Jingzhang did not intervene; having someone else take action for him was a welcome opportunity.

Besides, even if Shi Wengong was defeated, he could still gauge Fang Zhixing’s strength.

"Fang Maofu, prepare to die!"

Shi Wengong leaped nimbly, floating down onto the river’s surface, his toes touching the water, moving swiftly as if on firm ground.

Whisk, whisk, whisk~

Shi Wengong’s qinggong was outstanding; wherever he went, firecracker-like sounds ’bang, bang, bang’ erupted underfoot, sending up bursts of spray, truly a sight to behold.

However, he did not charge directly at Fang Zhixing but instead started circling the small boat.

In rapid motion, his right hand reached for his waist.

Swish, a flash of silver!

A soft sword suddenly sprang from his waist.

With the sword in hand, Shi Wengong’s aura surged, his murderous intent peaking.

The over two-meter-long soft sword vibrated rapidly as if it were a long snake, emitting a ’whiz, whiz, whiz’ sound that chilled the soul.

"Jiao Long emerges!"

Shi Wengong’s arm hung down, his sword plunged into the river, and with a stir-

Boom!

The water erupted, and a jet of water shaped like a silver whip shot out, straight as an arrow towards the small boat.

Fang Zhixing stood on the small boat, his gaze flickering slightly, his feet shifted.

In a flash, the small boat violently spun in place, its stern drifting, raising a high wave like a wall set between them.

The water missile slammed into the wall of water!

Boom~

With a loud bang, the river spawned a tidal surge.

Waves several meters high spread out, crashing in all directions, vast and mighty.

The large ship was rocked by the impact, swaying violently.

The high waves actually splashed onto the deck.

The people on the ship were jostled, drenched from head to toe.

Gu Jingzhang frowned slightly and peered out.

But only to see the river roiling with muddy waves, and water splashing everywhere, obstructing the view.

For a while, he and the others could see nothing.

Thud~

Suddenly, another dull and massive collision sound rang out.

Gu Jingzhang’s gaze sharpened, and he soon saw a ring-shaped wave of air spreading out.

At the center of the ring-shaped wave, two figures were locked together.

Fang Zhixing was positioned above, appearing to be in a leaping pose, his fist aimed downward at Shi Wengong.

And Shi Wengong had lifted his left hand to block!

Gu Jingzhang watched breathlessly.

Shi Wengong’s left arm had swollen enormously, growing two meters long and unusually thick.

Furthermore, his left hand had transformed into a fiery red crab pincer, blocking Fang Zhixing’s fist.

The pincer was as big as a washbasin, its surface covered with raised spikes.

"He’s transformed into a demon!"

Gu Jingzhang was astounded; according to the information he had, Fang Zhixing, having consumed a Limit-breaking Pill, might have reached the Five Beasts Realm.

Shi Wengong was already a master of the Nine Ox Realm, and in human form, he should have been able to easily overpower Fang Zhixing.

Yet, after a brief engagement, Shi Wengong had been forced to transform.

The next moment!

Shi Wengong was sent flying backwards, but he managed to stabilize himself in midair, landing on the river’s surface and sliding for over ten meters before coming to a halt.