Chapter 17 The Battle of Lake Liangshan (1)

Zhou Jing followed the messenger all the way up the city wall and found that the two sides were still facing off.

Lu Longchuan and a group of leaders were squatting under the crenels, with more than a dozen spears deeply inserted all around. Chen Feng had been practicing javelin throws from a distance, preventing them from daring to show their heads, a veritable suppression of firepower.

Seeing their leader so brave, the Dragon King stronghold was greatly encouraged, and their shouts shook the sky. In contrast, the morale of the Heavenly King stronghold was wavering, and many soldiers were both surprised and afraid.

Just as Zhou Jing was observing, another spear shot from the warship, heading straight for his position.

Zhou Jing remained calm, taking a step back.

Swish—the spear passed by, missing him by a hair's breadth, the force of the wind causing his Taoist robe to flutter.

Duo!

The spear stuck into the city gate pillar, its tail constantly vibrating.

"Not bad arm strength, and the aim isn't bad either."

Zhou Jing nodded casually, commenting offhandedly.

Lu Longchuan only then noticed that the Yu Feng Zhenren (Wind Riding True Man) had arrived, a look of joy on his face. He quickly said:

"Zhenren, you've finally arrived!"

"Why is Commander Lu in such a sorry state?"

Zhou Jing stepped forward, smiling, fully aware of the reason.

Lu Longchuan was ashamed and said helplessly, "That Chen Feng is surprisingly brave. We have no way to deal with him and can only ask Zhenren to help us."

He was anxious and on edge, knowing that if Chen Feng continued to shoot like this, morale would be lost, and the will to fight would be completely gone. There was no way to fight this battle.

Now that the Yu Feng Zhenren had arrived, he felt as though he had been rescued.

However, having just witnessed Chen Feng's bravery, Lu Longchuan was worried that the Yu Feng Zhenren might not be able to withstand it, so he couldn't help but ask tentatively:

"Zhenren... what do you think of Chen Feng's skills? Can you deal with him?"

Zhou Jing did not agree outright, but he did not look nervous either, saying calmly:

"This Chen Feng tossing spears from his warship is indeed a good skill, but I am not afraid. Allow me to test his limits."

Seeing him so calm, Lu Longchuan regained some confidence and cupped his fist, saying, "Then I'll have to trouble Zhenren... Brothers, beat the drums to cheer on the Zhenren!"

Everyone in the Heavenly King stronghold nodded repeatedly.

Although some leaders still didn't believe that the Yu Feng Zhenren's supernatural powers would work, they had no choice but to try anything at this point.

Dong, dong, dong—the drums sounded.

Zhou Jing then came to the crenel and pretended to look at the Dragon King stronghold's navy, looking towards Chen Feng on the warship.

Just then, Chen Feng also looked over.

The two Star Realm Apostles exchanged glances across the distance.

In the next instant, Chen Feng threw again, the spear rotating and shooting straight out.

Zhou Jing calmly watched the spear approach rapidly and suddenly flicked his horsetail whisk.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind rose sharply, and the flags on the city wall fluttered wildly.

The flying spear seemed to be lifted by an invisible hand, its angle rising, flying higher and higher in full view of everyone, then losing its force and falling helplessly.

Seeing this scene, the noisy battlefield suddenly fell silent.

The Dragon King stronghold stopped shouting, looking in surprise at the Yu Feng Zhenren in Taoist robes on the wall. The Heavenly King stronghold was energized, and their morale stopped its decline.

"Is that Taoist the legendary Yu Feng Zhenren?"

"He can actually defuse the stronghold leader's attack. This man is not simple. The rumors are not all exaggerations. This Taoist really has some skill."

"Of course, if this Taoist didn't have some ability, why would the imperial court issue a special decree to have him come and suppress us?"

Guo Hai Shen and the others looked surprised and whispered to each other.

Zhou Jing cleared his throat and said loudly, "I am Ling Feng Zi, greetings to Stronghold Leader Chen."

Chen Feng looked directly at him and said slowly, "You are the guy who came to suppress me by imperial decree?"

"Suppression is not the right word. The Sima Observatory said that you are a transformed evil Jiao (mythical dragon), so I came to learn more and have a contest with you."

"A transformed evil Jiao? How ridiculous! According to your government, wouldn't all the heroes who oppose the imperial court be reincarnated demons?"

Chen Feng snorted coldly.

Zhou Jing raised an eyebrow, amused.

The last time he transmigrated, he had set a behavior mode in Chen Feng's placement plan that would allow him to cooperate in acting. Chen Feng's current synchronization rate was quite high, and the placement intelligence was much more refined, allowing him to pick up on his cues.

However, Zhou Jing quickly changed the subject, saying:

"You and I are too far apart, and it is inconvenient to shout. Why don't we get closer and talk?"

After saying that, he took a step, stepped off the city wall, and flew towards the warship where Chen Feng was, as if he were an immortal, amid the exclamations of the crowd.

Under the gaze of countless people who looked at him as if he were a god, Zhou Jing lightly landed on the bow of the warship, standing opposite Chen Feng.

"How can a person fly without wings? Could this Taoist really be a god descended to earth?"

On the ship, Guo Hai Shen, Fang Zhen, and the others were dumbfounded, feeling that this Taoist was unfathomable.

The Dragon King stronghold leaders were immediately on guard, subconsciously protecting Chen Feng.

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes, unmoved, and said slowly, "Yu Feng Zhenren, your reputation is well-deserved."

"Minor tricks, nothing much."

Zhou Jing smiled.

Then, he looked around at the group of "familiar" faces on the ship and said:

"If you and I fight, it may affect others. I don't want to hurt too many people. Why don't we have the others move away?"

"What an arrogant Taoist! Take my blade first!"

Hong Ding Xian shouted angrily, drawing his blade and rushing forward to strike, intending to strike first.

However, Chen Feng blocked Hong Ding Xian with his spear.

The leaders looked at Chen Feng in confusion.

Chen Feng stared straight ahead, the corners of his mouth curving up, and said:

"There is always someone better, and there is always a sky beyond the sky. I knew that there were still experts in this world, making people eager to hunt... You take the men and retreat to another ship, let me have a good fight with him."

Hearing this, the leaders were worried, but they had to obey, and they took their men and left the warship on small boats.

Before long, only the two Star Realm Apostles were left on the deck.

Zhou Jing flicked his horsetail whisk, creating a gust of wind that swirled around the two of them, ensuring that no one could hear their conversation.

After doing this, Zhou Jing raised his eyebrows and whispered:

"Later, you do this first, then I do that..."

When he transmigrated, if he wanted to command other placed Apostles, he needed to make close contact and give verbal instructions, just like a high-level follower.

He dismissed everyone to communicate with Chen Feng privately and talk about the script.

Chen Feng swept away his previous hostility and nodded expressionlessly.

Because countless people were watching, to avoid arousing suspicion, Zhou Jing didn't say much and stopped after saying a few words.

In the next moment, in full view of everyone, Chen Feng suddenly attacked, like a fierce tiger out of its cage.

Swish!

The Black Iron Panlong Spear swept horizontally, like a giant python swinging its tail, with a powerful force, making a shrill whistle.

Zhou Jing didn't move his feet, withdrawing his body, as if someone was pulling him from behind, dodging the spear without any effort.

His sleeves fluttered, he jumped off the bow, lightly tapping the lake surface with his toes, walking on the water, retreating more than ten meters.

At this moment, Chen Feng bent his knees, causing the bow to sink, then suddenly jumped up, landing on the Yu Feng Zhenren on the water.

He raised his spear high and slashed down violently, like a meteor falling.

"Dangerous!" Lu Longchuan and the others' expressions changed.

Boom!

Chen Feng smashed into the lake, like a boulder falling into the water, stirring up a huge column of water.

At the critical moment, Zhou Jing used the power of the wind to propel himself sideways, dodging the attack, and putting up a wind wall to sweep away the sky full of water splashes, not getting a single drop on his body.

However, before the Heavenly King stronghold could breathe a sigh of relief, another column of water suddenly exploded from the lake that had not yet calmed down!

Chen Feng, who had fallen into the water in the previous attack, exerted his strength underwater and leaped out of the water, slashing at the Yu Feng Zhenren on the water again.

He held the iron spear high in the air, his body stretched, his muscles surging, his strength running through his back, like a taut bow.

The sky full of jade beads and chaotic pearls stirred up by the water reflected the sunlight, like a golden rainbow dragged behind him, deeply imprinted in the eyes of the onlookers.

Zhou Jing remained calm, repeating his old trick, dodging the powerful split-spear attack, appearing relaxed and at ease.

Under the gaze of countless people on the battlefield, Chen Feng continued to leap and slash, exploding columns of water, while the Yu Feng Zhenren stepped on the waves to dodge, with ease.

The two chased and dodged each other on the lake surface, moving to a distant, un-shipped part of the lake after ten or so times.

Seeing that the skills of the two were not like those of mortals, both sides were amazed and shocked.

"Why does Zhenren only dodge and not attack? How can he win like this?"

Lu Longchuan and the others were sweating in their palms.

Just then, the movement on the lake suddenly stopped.

The sky was full of water splashes, the Yu Feng Zhenren stepped on the lake surface, while Chen Feng disappeared and did not repeat the trick of jumping and slashing out of the water.

"Zhenren, be careful under your feet!"

Lu Longchuan shouted in alarm.

As soon as he finished speaking, an iron spear suddenly stabbed out from under the Yu Feng Zhenren's feet.

Chen Feng had been controlling the rhythm of the battle, suddenly changing his strategy and rapidly swimming underwater to below his opponent, launching a surprise attack.

However, this spear still missed, and Zhou Jing took off almost at the same time, soaring into the sky, then flipping his body upside down, and striking the water surface with his horsetail whisk.

Bang!

An invisible wind force surged out, like an air cannon, and the lake surface below was actually pressed into a semi-circular depression.

The depression on the water surface lasted for a full second before rebounding suddenly, bursting out a towering column of water!

As if bombing fish, Chen Feng, who was lurking underwater, was also brought out by the column of water, unable to borrow strength in mid-air.

"The wind will help me!"

Zhou Jing deliberately shouted, firing another wind pressure cannon, "heavily" hitting Chen Feng, blasting him into the air.

Whether intentional or not, the point where Chen Feng fell was the top of the fortress wall, where the Heavenly King stronghold group was standing!

Lu Longchuan and the others were engrossed in watching when they suddenly realized that Chen Feng was smashing towards them like a meteor, and they were all terrified.

Damn it, don't throw him over here!

The Heavenly King stronghold leaders scrambled to the side.

In the next moment, Chen Feng's body slammed into the fortress wall.

Bang!!

Broken bricks and stones splashed everywhere, and a large pit was smashed into the wall, Chen Feng's body almost embedded in it.

"He... is he dead?"

Lu Longchuan and the others were still in shock, cautiously poking their heads out.

However, before they could get closer to inspect, Chen Feng suddenly pulled himself out of the wall.

He stood up with a carp leap, then laughed loudly:

"Hahaha, that was fun! Grandpa hasn't fought so comfortably in a long time, come, come, let's fight another five hundred rounds!"

As he shouted excitedly, he casually tore off his shattered shirt, revealing a body of lean, strong muscles that undulated like waves, and was completely unharmed.

Everyone was already dumbfounded.

Lu Longchuan stared with wide eyes, in disbelief:

"He's okay after falling like that? This guy is made of steel!"

Seeing such a tough guy land on their territory, the Heavenly King stronghold was extremely apprehensive, and they quickly ordered the soldiers to stand by, fearing that Chen Feng would start a massacre here.

However, Chen Feng didn't even look at them, directly treating the surrounding enemy troops as air, raising the Black Iron Panlong Spear, pointing it directly at the Yu Feng Zhenren in mid-air, his fighting spirit soaring, his murderous aura almost boiling over.

The surrounding Heavenly King stronghold soldiers felt difficulty breathing, their legs weakened, and they did not dare to come forward to harass him.

Zhou Jing was suspended in mid-air, but did not rush to attack, but said loudly, with a tone of amazement:

"I have never seen anyone who can practice martial arts to this level. Stronghold Leader Chen is probably the first warrior to reach such a level. With your mortal body, you have broken through the upper limit of martial arts in this world, reaching a realm that mortals cannot reach. You are astonishing and will be remembered in history!"

Hearing these words, the faces of both sides changed, giving rise to various thoughts.

Before anyone could react, Zhou Jing's face became serious, and he said in a deep voice:

"Since Stronghold Leader Chen's skill is so high, ordinary methods are useless. If I don't show some real ability, I would be underestimating Stronghold Leader Chen..."

Saying this, he took a deep breath and shouted:

"Those who don't want to die, get out of the way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Jing put his hands together, his eyes flashed with green light, and his magic power surged out without reservation.

The countless wind elements in the world were infected by his mind power, and they instantly rioted, producing a chain reaction.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

A strong wind rose sharply, blowing harder and harder, causing the lake surface to surge like an angry sea.

The flags on the wall fluttered and trembled, as if they would break at any moment.

The wind blades hit their faces, blinding everyone, and they could barely open their eyelids.

The sky gradually darkened, and the clouds from all directions gathered, like dark clouds covering the top, brewing a storm.

Suddenly, several vortices formed on the lake, becoming larger and larger.

Whoosh—

In the next moment, several tornadoes were born out of thin air, like a few azure dragons breaking through the water and taking flight.

Seeing this scene that looked like God was angry, both sides were stunned, their legs trembling, terrified.

Some even threw down their armor and knelt on the ground, shouting in fear for the gods to calm their anger.

In the midst of the chaos, Chen Feng was fearless, standing proudly in the field, the tip of his spear pointing diagonally at the Yu Feng Zhenren, laughing loudly:

"Hahaha, I don't care what kind of bird god you are, come and try your grandfather's spear!"

Under the cloudy sky, the Taoist was suspended in the air, surrounded by several tornadoes connecting the sky and the water, while the bare-chested warrior stood on the wall, laughing up to the sky, pointing his spear at the dark sky.

This scene, like a painting of a mortal fighting a god, was deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone present and could never be forgotten.

Suddenly, the surrounding Heavenly King stronghold soldiers threw down their weapons and rushed down the city wall frantically, pushing and trampling each other, afraid of being affected if they were too slow, no matter how the leaders tried to stop them.

At this moment, they had only one thought in their minds.

These two are simply gods fighting!

If they don't run away, they will be waiting to die!