Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 418 - 418 414 Escaping into the Sea

418: Chapter 414: Escaping into the Sea 418: Chapter 414: Escaping into the Sea Boom!

Ye Fan’s second kick showed no mercy, striking the black-clad man’s throat with unmatched ferocity.

The man couldn’t even cry out in agony; he was kicked and sent flying, his throat bone, cervical vertebrae, and both his respiratory and esophageal tracts were shattered, nearly having his head severed from his neck.

Ye Fan landed, took a deep breath to steady the raging Qi-Blood from the excessive exertion, and then walked toward the black-clad man.

The black-clad man had not died instantly.

Instead, since his cervical vertebrae were broken, cutting off the connection to his nervous system, he was thrown to the ground, racked with unimaginable pain, yet deprived of even the right to struggle.

He laid there, paralyzed with suffering and the fear of impending death.

“Out of respect for a fellow ancient martial arts practitioner, I’ll send you on your way,” Ye Fan said, as he drew a dagger and plunged it between the man’s eyebrows.

The black-clad man was thus released from his torments, dead beyond doubt.

After killing the man, Ye Fan dragged the body into the bushes to hide it.

Though the man’s corpse would eventually be discovered by the United States agents, if it could be delayed, then so be it.

Having hidden the body, Ye Fan found himself contemplating his next escape plan.

The interception by the black-clad man had delayed his escape, rendering his planned route unfeasible.

“No choice, I’ll have to flee into the sea to the west.”

Seattle, as it happened, was a coastal city, with the sea to its west.

With his mind made up, Ye Fan took a deep breath and, using his “Peng’s Wings Spread” Qinggong, ran westward as swiftly as a specter.

After about four to five minutes of running west, Ye Fan suddenly heard the sound of a helicopter’s rotor blades from above.

He quickly hid in a patch of kudzu vines.

Hidden among the vines, Ye Fan peered through the gaps and saw a helicopter circling low overhead.

Every place the helicopter flew over, the weeds and shrubs were flattened.

“Damn it, they’ve actually deployed helicopters.

Knowing the United States, if they’ve sent out one, there will definitely be more.

I must be careful,” Ye Fan mused, “Once spotted by a helicopter, I won’t stand a chance of outrunning it, and then there’s no escape.”

The helicopter circled overhead for about forty seconds before finally flying off to the south.

Ye Fan crawled out of the kudzu and, with powerful strides, continued to run westward.

Another three to four minutes of running, and another helicopter flew past.

Forewarned, Ye Fan promptly hid himself again.

Forty-some minutes later, Ye Fan successfully reached the seaside.

However, he was also far outside the limits of Seattle.

Standing by the sea, Ye Fan wasn’t in a hurry to jump in but instead sat down to rest and recover.

He pulled out a fifty-year-old ginseng from his person and began to chew it vigorously.

The sea might prevent one from escaping, but it also offered many advantages to those fleeing.

For instance, it erased tracks, cut off the possibility of being tracked by police dogs, making search nearly impossible.

That fifty-year-old ginseng was tough and old, impossible for an ordinary person to chew, but as an expert in internal power with a vigorous Qi-Blood like that of the dragon or tiger, Ye Fan’s neatly aligned white teeth were certainly much sturdier than the average person’s, not to mention his biting strength.

The ginseng in Ye Fan’s mouth was ground to powder between his teeth and swallowed.

After consuming the ginseng, Ye Fan’s vitality was significantly restored.

He took off his shoes and socks, tossing them into the sea a few meters down, then leapt from the rocks with a “plop” sound and plunged into the vast ocean.

Under the pull of gravity and inertia, Ye Fan’s entire body sank two or three meters below the sea surface.

The seawater was fairly clear, and as Ye Fan sank to the bottom, he opened his eyes and saw a scaleless fish about the size of two palms frantically swimming away in front of him.

Snap!

Ye Fan suddenly made his move.

His index finger and middle finger were slightly parted as he channelled strength into them and, quick as lightning, grabbed the fleeing fish.

Then, Ye Fan exerted strength in his feet to kick, rapidly surfacing until more than half of his body, from his buttocks to his thighs, emerged above the water.

He then stood fixed on the surface of the sea, unable to sink any further, as if the water was shallow and he was standing on a sandy beach below the sea.

Ye Fan “stood” on the surface of the water, caught the fish with his left hand, then pulled out his right index and middle fingers, causing the fish blood to spurt out.

Ye Fan opened his mouth to catch the fish blood and gulped it down.

It turned out that during the escape and fight with the man in black, Ye Fan had expended a lot of moisture.

Moreover, after having swallowed a fifty-year-old ginseng, his throat was already on fire.

Since seawater was undrinkable, he had no choice but to use fish blood to replenish his fluids.

While drinking the fish blood, Ye Fan “walked” across the surface of the sea as if on solid ground, heading deeper into the ocean.

No matter how the waves lashed, Ye Fan remained stable “standing” in the water, with the sea only able to reach up to his thighs.

If an ordinary person were to see this, they would certainly think they had witnessed a sea deity.

In reality, it was quite ordinary, achievable by any expert of internal martial arts.

Normally, an ordinary person with good swimming ability could tread water and expose the upper half of their body above the surface.

But the strength of a martial arts expert was undoubtedly much greater than that of an ordinary person.

By treading water, they could completely lift their body out of the water.

Of course, truly “walking” on water wasn’t such a simple matter.

It required using concealed strength in one’s feet to tread water and lift the body.

The strength in each toe needed to be balanced, and the toes had to keep moving, creating whirlpools below the surface of the legs, with the balanced force of the whirlpools securely supporting the person, preventing them from toppling into the water due to the movement of the waves.

After drinking the blood of the palm-sized fish, Ye Fan found the taste unpleasant, but it quenched his thirst and replenished some of his fluids.

He tossed the fish away and his body gradually sank a bit, allowing him to scoop up some seawater to wash the fish blood from around his mouth.

After washing his mouth, Ye Fan’s body slowly rose once again.

Looking at the blood-red setting sun soaked in seawater, he “walked” into the depths of the ocean at a pace twice as swift as a normal person, as though he was crossing the Pacific Ocean.

After about fifteen minutes, the setting sun was finally extinguished by the sea, and nightfall came.

Nevertheless, Ye Fan continued to “walk” into the deeper parts of the ocean.

As it turned completely dark, Ye Fan took a brief sigh of relief, feeling temporarily safe.

In the black of night, out in the vast ocean, even the United States Special Forces, no matter how formidable, would not be able to find him.

Moreover, they would never imagine that Ye Fan would venture out to sea alone, without the use of any tools.

After “walking” through the ocean for two or three hours, Ye Fan looked at the stars and constellations in the sky and changed direction, heading north “on foot.”

Seattle was a place he could not return to; it was certainly enveloped with a trap as extensive as the sky and as tight as the earth’s net.

If the United States Special Forces could not find him elsewhere, they would definitely assume he had dived back to Seattle.

Therefore, Ye Fan planned to land on the coast dozens or even a hundred kilometers away from Seattle.

As long as he could escape the pursuit network laid out by United States agents, he would be able to make contact with the Chinese forces covertly stationed in the United States and eventually leave the country with ease.