The beach instantly descended into chaos, amidst various hoarse shouts in a cacophony of voices, disorganized Japanese pirates surged towards Yang Tiansheng and his men like a tide. Meanwhile, the Japanese pirate ships about to land quickly lowered their gangways...
Indeed, as Zhou Fu had predicted, seeing that the ambushers numbered only a few hundred to a thousand, the Japanese pirates didn’t think of retreating but attempted to overwhelm them with sheer numbers, aiming to crush this force quickly!
"Go coordinate with Zhou Fu to move the troops!"
Yang Ge, grabbing his Cold Moon Blade, rose to his feet, shouted to Gu Tong behind him, then with the Cold Moon Blade in hand, leaped from the 20-meter-high cliff top, slashing out more than a dozen blade lights resembling flowing ribbons in midair, cascading down like a waterfall into the mass of gathered Japanese pirates.
Amidst splashes of blood, vast numbers of Japanese pirates were reduced to limbs and fragments under the shimmering blade light, scattering across the sky!
In an instant, countless cries of "motherseller", "damn", and "my lord heaven" densely filled the air on the beach. The original tide-like surge of Japanese pirates toward the shore resembled ants scalded with boiling water, scattering in panic.
Yang Ge certainly didn’t care which deity they cried for. As he was about to land on the beach, he casually kicked out a strong gust of air, buffering his descent’s acceleration. Then, using the skill of a heavy fall, he solidly smashed into the chaotic midst of the Japanese pirates, swinging his blade like cutting grass, turning swathes of filthy Japanese pirates...
His skillful use of blade Qi combined with his Metal True Qi made his Cold Moon Blade resemble a retractable light saber, with each strike splitting tens, or even dozens, of Japanese pirates along with their weapons in two.
The biggest problem with the human wave tactics for him was that the Japanese pirates scattered too quickly; he had to run to chase after them to chop...
"Boom boom boom boom..."
A series of close and heavy thuds of cannon fire suddenly erupted. Yang Ge, puzzled, looked up and muttered to himself, ’Is Qin drunk again? Aren’t the cannons supposed to roar later... fuck your mother, are you bombing your own people?’
But as he looked up, he heard a whistling sound, and upon closer inspection, saw several dark cannonballs flying towards him!
Enraged, he leaped up, threw his Cold Moon Blade, and with both hands executed the Floating Snow Palm technique. With the soft overcoming the hard, he redirected the incoming cannonballs behind him and with a sudden twist of his body threw them back: "Here, have them back!"
"Swoosh."
The cannonballs, still kinetic, flew back and in the desperate eyes of the cannon operators, landed near them.
"Boom boom boom boom..."
The cannonballs exploded, and one lucky cannonball hit the ammunition depot, causing a sympathetic detonation that turned the deck of the three-masted ship into a sky of debris.
"Fuck, shrapnel shells?"
Having just landed, Yang Ge was shivering at the sight, murmuring to himself, ’Show off, show off, low key, low key, low key...’
If he had known those were shrapnel shells, even if his brain were kicked by a donkey, he wouldn’t have shown off like this.
He didn’t want to test whether his rudimentary Golden Bell Cover could withstand the power of shrapnel...
Just as he was still shaking from the scare, retrieving the Cold Moon Blade, and thinking to retreat temporarily to assess the situation, he suddenly felt a strong oppressive wind rushing towards him.
He looked up and saw a huge, ancient bronze-colored fist smashing towards his chest.
In the blink of an eye, seeing the bronze fist approach three feet from him, he instinctively slanted his blade across his chest, bracing the blade with his left arm, and fully activated his Golden Bell Cover.
"Clang..."
The fist struck the Cold Moon Blade, producing a loud clash of metal, the force pressing down the Cold Moon Blade heavily against Yang Ge’s chest, sending him flying back on the spot.
The bronze-colored fist, seizing the advantage, pursued him with another punch towards his chest.
"Break!"
Yang Ge, seeing this, forcibly gathered his energy and roared as he executed the Frost Scattering Blade, slashing out more than a dozen shadowy, bright blade Qi directed at the bronze fist.
"Boom..."
The two strong Qi Forces exploded, kicking up a cloud of sand, and both men were simultaneously blown away.
Yang Ge crashed onto the beach, sliding more than a meter before finally stabilizing his position. He first checked his Cold Moon Blade for any damage, then wiped his mouth with a hand, noticing a streak of fresh red.
He spit out a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva, catching his breath and complaining to himself, "Every fight ends with spitting blood, really not the style of a master..."
He focused on the sand ahead and saw a not very tall or muscular, but wiry, hemp-clothed middle-aged man stepping through the dust, approaching him. The tangible Qi around him felt like fierce flames that blocked the sand dust from reaching him.
Yang Ge asked, "Wang Lin?"
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The hemp-clothed middle-aged man also asked, "Yang Erlang?"
Both nodded simultaneously, then, at the same time, leaped up, swinging blade and fist towards each other.