The Beginning of the 831 Disaster
The third gang leader's mind raced, his thoughts a jumbled mess of imaginings. He thought to himself, "Unless I can eat another one of those fish—that kind of spiritual fish, which is rumored to be a dragonfish—if I could get another one, I'd definitely be able to make up for my deficiencies and advance even further!"
That fish had transformed him, and he couldn't forget it every night. Later, the three gang leaders searched for it secretly and finally found the fish they had eaten in the encyclopedia.
He was still angry and heartbroken, secretly blaming himself, "If I had known in advance, I should have eaten the fish raw or had someone refine it into an elixir."
Cooking it before eating wastes 30% of the medicinal power and also wastes the possibility of inheriting the bloodline supernatural power. If he could obtain the bloodline supernatural power, he would have been comparable to the Martial King long ago.
Breaking through to the Martial King realm, one's Qi and blood are transformed, granting supernatural powers!
If I possessed supernatural powers, how could I possibly have reached a bottleneck? It's infuriating!
Angry eyes, a man-eating mouth, at this moment, gritted teeth filled with hatred, hating that he didn't have money to go to school, hating that his parents couldn't let him study, if only he had known sooner!
If I had known this earlier, I would be living a life of unbridled joy with King Wu in my hands right now, and I wouldn't have to worry about so much trouble!
My worries have never stopped, especially in recent years, when I've been extremely cautious!
Although he possessed formidable skills, was a sixth-tier expert, and the leader of three gangs, commanding respect in his region, he ultimately had not reached the realm of Martial King, and that supreme glory and special status remained unattainable.
What has troubled him even more over the years is the enormous expense of practicing Iron Shirt Kung Fu, which seems like a bottomless pit, leaving him feeling overwhelmed and under immense pressure.
Who would know that he toils away every day for cultivation resources, but the results are often disappointing, which makes him feel extremely anxious.
During this period, the Third Gang Leader was somewhat anxious, like a lone night hawk that quietly came to the shimmering canal bank, its eyes filled with longing and anticipation for the unknown.
I eagerly anticipate and long for the gift of heaven once again – the essence of the dragonfish!
As night fell, a cold wind swept across their faces, and the air was thick with moisture, creating a light mist. The three gang leaders began to think it was just ordinary fog.
He stood still, staring at the water, his ears and eyes fixed on the surrounding area. He didn't look into the distance because he had caught that dragonfish right on the shore all those years ago.
Suddenly, the fog changed; it began to change!
The fog spread rapidly, and the Third Gang Leader immediately sensed something was wrong. He could see clearly beyond a hundred feet, but now he couldn't see more than five feet away. How strange!
He gripped the harpoon tightly, his blood surging, surging so intensely it seemed about to burst forth.
The Iron Shirt technique was strengthened again, and I felt a sense of security.
Looking around cautiously, two giant lobster-like monsters suddenly appeared around them, with human-like limbs, lobster heads, and two large pincers.
The two large lobsters seemed not to notice the Third Gang Leader, who was immediately drenched in sweat, his forehead dripping with perspiration, and he slowed his breathing, afraid of attracting attention.
Suddenly, a fish with human-like limbs, sharp claws, and a terrifying head appeared beside them, with protruding throat teeth and a foul, dead fish smell that filled the air.
The merman seems to have arrived riding through the fog!
The foul-smelling fishman suddenly appeared. Upon seeing the human before him, his eyes flashed with a fierce light. He instantly flew into a rage and swung his sharp claws, aiming straight for the human's throat and heart!
With a 'ripping' sound, as if striking a hard stone, the blue silk dress was suddenly torn to shreds, like the sound of brocade being ripped.
The three gang leaders felt a slight pain on their skin, as if something had entered their bodies. Their skin turned red, like scratches on a rock wall, penetrating deep into the flesh and revealing the bone!
In an instant, the Third Gang Leader felt his power drain away instantly, as if his body had been poisoned. Even his Iron Shirt technique weakened, leaving him powerless to resist.
At this critical moment of life and death, a burning flame of pent-up frustration ignited in my heart, leaving me no room for hesitation or waiting.
He gripped the gleaming, cold iron trident tightly in his hand, his eyes flashing with the urge to finish the job quickly.
Their blood surged, instantly turning into flames that attracted the attention of the lobsters on both sides, who turned around in unison, their eyes bloodshot!
At this moment, the Third Gang Leader had no time to pay attention. He concentrated all his blood and energy in front of him, and the force reached the tip of the fork. A cold light shone even brighter, like a bolt of lightning in a storm, and he suddenly stabbed at the ferocious fishman.
The trident was incredibly powerful, whistling through the air and splitting it in two. With the force of a thunderbolt, it slammed down on the fishman's head!
This strike seemed to embody all the courage and power of the three gang leaders, as awe-inspiring as the collapse of the heavens and the earth. The trident traced a dazzling, cold light in the air, carrying unparalleled power, and slammed down hard on the fishman's head.
At this moment, the merman seemed to be a moment too slow, as if he couldn't keep up with the pace of the three leaders' actions, and the mist also seemed unable to fully synchronize with the gap between the two.
Suddenly, with a loud "BOOM!", the fishman's head exploded instantly under the fierce blow of the trident, and a wisp of brown, foul-smelling blood splattered everywhere, like a blood mist, staining the surrounding fog red.
Before they could even rest, the lobster hunt had already begun.
Like the same pace, neither hurried nor slow, even the Third Gang Leader seemed unable to run!
Two colossal lobsters stood proudly, their claws so enormous they were astonishing. The Third Gang Leader was immediately filled with fear, thinking of the many he had tricked and killed, and the black-robed man he had sold to an unknown assailant.
At this moment, it feels as if they are right in front of me!
He suddenly shook his head! And then...!
The two pincers before him seemed to surpass his own enormous body, over six feet long, gleaming with a cold light, like scissors forged from star iron, shining with a cold light, sharp enough to cut through anything.
In the nick of time, the two giant lobsters and the three gang leaders launched a fierce attack almost simultaneously.
The enormous pincers, like two heaven-shattering clamps, clamped down hard on the Third Gang Leader, their force so fierce it seemed they would snap him in two.
The three gang leaders had no time to escape, so they could only fight to the death and kill one of them first. They gathered all their strength into the tip of their forks, wielded their large forks, and thrust them at one of the giant lobsters with overwhelming force.
The fork tip pierced the lobster's shell with perfect accuracy, but no matter how hard he tried, the fork seemed to be firmly held in place by an invisible force and could not be pulled out.
Just then, another giant lobster's six-foot-long claws also suddenly attacked, accurately clamping down on the Third Master's waist.
With a forceful snip, it seemed as if all the power of the mist had been concentrated in that single moment, silent and still.
With a loud "snap," the Third Gang Leader's body was severed by the shears, blood gushing out and spilling onto the ground!
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