Chapter 100 The Dragon King's Salvation

Huyang, Dingbo Estuary.

When Zhou Jing and his party arrived here in the rain, the surrounding area had become a watery expanse, with large tracts of land submerged. Even in areas where one could find footing, the water level was near waist-high, making progress difficult through the muddy ground.

Not far away, the breach in the riverbank had widened many times over. Murky river water, carrying mud and sand, poured out along the gap, roaring like a bellowing yellow dragon.

Moreover, the continuous heavy rain was constantly fueling the flood, causing the Sha River's water level to rise, with no sign of the flood receding.

"Oh dear, this flood is too severe. What are we going to do?"

"Chief, should we retreat? How can we possibly deal with such a huge flood?"

"That's right. And it's still raining heavily. Why don't we wait until the flood recedes and the flow stops before we come back to block the breach? Anyway, the disaster has already happened, so a few more days won't make much difference. There's no need to take this risk."

The soldiers, looking at the terrifying scene before them, couldn't help but feel apprehensive, and they all began to waver, pleading for retreat.

Although they had come together under Zhou Jing's orders, they really didn't know what they could do upon seeing this scene.

If it were fighting enemies, they would pick up their knives without a word. But against this power of nature, their mortal bodies were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. No matter how many people went up, they would all be washed away by the flood in an instant, buried in the waves. They didn't want to die in vain.

"Stop arguing, let me think…"

Zhou Jing interrupted the crowd, observing the breach and feeling a headache coming on.

His knowledge of water conservancy was only superficial. He knew that the solution to a breach was to block it, to refill the dam, or something like that.

Waiting for the water to calm down before sealing the breach was indeed the safest option, but by that time, everything that was going to be flooded would already be flooded, and the losses would be significant.

Zhou Jing gritted his teeth and turned back to order:

"Collect as much wood, stones, and other materials as you can find in the vicinity. I'll go to the breach first and see if I can curb the force of the water flow."

Hearing this, everyone was taken aback and quickly grabbed Zhou Jing, their faces full of anxiety:

"Chief, you can't!"

"We know you are highly skilled in martial arts, but this flood is fierce, far beyond what an army can compare with. How can martial arts contend with it?"

"If anything happens to you, Chief, we'll never be able to atone for it!"

Zhou Jing impatiently shook off a few people and shouted:

"Stop nagging! I won't die. Hurry up and collect materials."

With that, he stomped his foot, splashing mud and water, and leaped high into the air, arcing towards the most turbulent part of the flood at the breach.

Zhou Jing fell like a shooting star, plunging into the water with a splash. He immediately felt an overwhelming force hitting him head-on.

The force was so strong, far surpassing that of thousands of troops. Before he could stabilize himself, he was swept away by the flood.

Zhou Jing held his breath, his martial arts qi operating at full power. Like a thousand-pound weight, he split his legs and plunged them into the riverbed, sinking up to his thighs.

"Sea-Stabilizing Stake!"

Zhou Jing grunted, using the Sea Whale School's stance technique. His muscles and bones were locked tight, his inner strength held firm, and his center of gravity sank, turning himself into a human nail, hammered into the riverbed to prevent being washed away.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

The dark red martial arts qi, fully activated, erupted from his body, burning fiercely underwater, creating circles of whirlpools around him, though unseen in the raging flood.

Zhou Jing held his fists at his waist, his legs deep in the mud and sand of the riverbed, taking a stance to stabilize himself.

But the next moment, he was subjected to an even stronger opposing force. The flood's relentless rush pushed him back, his legs carving two furrows in the mud.

It felt as if countless fists were pounding on him, without any respite.

At the same time, the surrounding water currents were like ubiquitous hands, their forces chaotic and powerful, pushing, pulling, and constantly tearing at his balance.

Zhou Jing's forehead veins bulged, his face flushed red. Against the surging water, he slammed his fists forward with a heavy strike.

The dark red martial arts qi flowed rapidly along the muscles and meridians of his arms, erupting from his palms.

Buzz!

In the next moment, two invisible walls of qi, hundreds of times larger than his palms, were thrust forward.

King Kong Sect, Prajna Great Hand Seal!

The powerful palm force collided with the astonishing force of the flood.

Boom!!!

Like a water mine exploding, a huge column of water shot into the sky.

In the fierce collision, the raging flood seemed to pause for a moment.

"What divine power is this?!"

The many soldiers on the shore were stunned by the scene, their faces full of disbelief.

However, before they could exclaim, the next wave crashed down.

The kinetic energy accumulated during the flood's pause exploded with even greater force, sweeping down!

Boom!!

Zhou Jing burst out of the water, falling not far from the shore, rolling in the mud.

He was soaked, covered in mud, sand, and weeds, looking quite disheveled.

Everyone was shocked and rushed to help him up, fearing that something might have happened to their chief.

"I'm fine."

Zhou Jing waved them off, refusing their help. He stood up, gritting his teeth, feeling dizzy and his ears ringing.

He took a few breaths to regulate his breathing before cursing:

"Damn it, it really can't be stopped."

Isn't that normal?!

Everyone's mouths twitched, their minds roaring.

How could anyone need to try to understand that it wouldn't work when faced with such a scene? It was obvious that such natural power could not be stopped!

Only their chief was so reckless, daring to try and stop the flood. Anyone else would have been swept away and drowned.

Ignoring his subordinates, Zhou Jing spat out a mouthful of sand, his mind troubled.

Star Realm Apostle Chen Feng, as fierce as he was, was still within the scope of human power. As a martial artist without many mystical abilities, he had not reached the realm of physically withstanding the pressure of thousands of acres of river water.

Just now, the short burst of full power had consumed a lot of energy. If he hadn't taken the opportunity to leap out, his martial arts qi would have been exhausted in a matter of seconds, and he would have been washed away to who knows where.

After all, his own energy attribute was not at a high level, and full power burst consumed far more energy than normal combat. The difference in rate was like a faucet versus a high-powered water pump.

Because the eruption was too intense, Zhou Jing felt a dull pain in his body, his muscles were sore and weak, and his meridians were somewhat damaged.

"Most of the moves I'm using now are martial arts from this world. Although I can run martial arts qi, they're not compatible after all… To maximize the power of martial arts qi, I still need advanced martial arts combat skills from the main world."

Zhou Jing had this thought and felt helpless.

The Superpower Academy placed too much emphasis on gradual progress. Each level of superpower knowledge had to be passed through an exam before being taught. If only they could use cramming education, I'd practice like crazy!

Zhou Jing let out a breath, suppressed his distracting thoughts, and called on everyone to collect materials. Then, together, they carried various stones, soil, and vegetation, entering the water from both sides of the breach to fill the dam, trying to slow down the rate of the breach's expansion.

As long as he didn't directly face the flood, he could still stand his ground with his physique, and his efficiency in filling the dam was far greater than that of the soldiers around him.

If anyone was swept away by the water, Zhou Jing could quickly rescue them, bearing the greatest responsibility.

The group worked hard here, extremely busy.

Although they knew it was a drop in the bucket, seeing Zhou Jing taking the lead, everyone gritted their teeth and tried to repair the riverbank. Although they were exhausted and sore, they didn't complain.

After a long time, the sound of rushing water suddenly came from not far away, as if a large group of people were wading through the water.

Zhou Jing and the others looked up and saw a group of raggedly dressed villagers, holding hoes, rakes, and other farming tools, about three hundred people.

"Who are you?"

Zhou Jing frowned and asked.

A strong man walked out from the crowd, somewhat restrained, but still clasped his fist and asked loudly, "Are you the Great Chief Chen Feng, known as the Dragon King?"

"That's right, it's me." Zhou Jing nodded.

The strong man was overjoyed and hurriedly explained, "Greetings, Chief Chen. The thing is, we were planning to escape the disaster, but we heard on the road that you were coming to Dingbo Estuary to control the flood, so we organized some village braves to see if we could help…"

After listening to his story, Zhou Jing understood.

The other group he had sent back to the mountain for reinforcements, worried that it would be too slow to go back and forth, had spread the word on the road, telling all the villagers they met that their chief was going to Dingbo Estuary to help with the disaster and urgently needed manpower, requesting assistance.

The news spread among the villagers.

There were many people practicing martial arts in Huyang, and many were hot-blooded. Even though the government had used the Five Strategies to Suppress Bandits to centrally manage many villagers, some people still escaped into the wild. Moreover, with Chen Feng's recent actions, many people had broken away from the government's control again.

Hearing that Chen Feng didn't even care about fighting and went straight to disaster relief, many villagers immediately slapped their thighs and decided to raise village braves to help!

After all, Huyang was everyone's hometown, and it concerned their future survival. Even Chen Feng, who was being attacked by the imperial court, had rushed to disaster relief at the first moment. Many people couldn't bear to stand idly by.

For the villagers, they might not dare to fight and kill, but they could still help with the work!

Zhou Jing was immediately gratified when he heard this. He was not polite and said loudly, "It's good that everyone came. We're short of manpower. You should all have received martial arts training from my Dragon King Stronghold and aren't weaklings. Hurry up and come help."

"Alright!"

"Chief Chen, don't worry, we farmers don't have anything else, but we have a lot of strength!"

The village braves were spirited up and didn't delay. They directly rolled up their sleeves and started working. Under Zhou Jing's orders, they joined the action of repairing the dam and blocking the breach.

As time went by, more and more village braves arrived, and the scale of the disaster relief crowd gradually grew, with shouts of encouragement ringing out.

However, even with many people working in the rain, the momentum of the flood did not diminish much.

The breach that everyone had finally managed to repair was quickly washed away by the turbulent river, making it difficult to maintain.

Just as everyone was gritting their teeth and holding on, a figure flew rapidly from the horizon and hovered in the sky.

Seeing the person's appearance clearly, the stronghold lackeys and many civilians all changed their faces drastically.

"Master Yufeng!" (Wind Riding Master)

Everyone stopped their work and quickly climbed ashore, staring at Ling Fengzi in the sky, their faces full of vigilance and fear.

This guy was from the imperial court. His appearance at this time meant that he was here specifically to stop them from helping with the disaster?

Ling Fengzi slowly descended, hovering over the river surface, ignoring the hostile gazes of the crowd. He opened his mouth and said:

"Everyone, don't be afraid. I am here to help you with the disaster."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked and looked at each other.

At this time, a small stronghold leader spat and cursed angrily:

"This riverbank was dug open by your soldiers. The purpose was to flood Huyang. Why did you, a lackey of the imperial court, come here to pretend to be benevolent and righteous, trying to bewitch the people?!"

Many village braves were shocked when they heard this. They only knew that the flood had broken out and did not know the whole story.

"What, the flood was caused by the imperial court?"

"The officers are so vicious?"

The village braves were in an uproar.

Ling Fengzi's face did not change. He said slowly, "I do not know the ins and outs, but I am only concerned about the common people and came here to help. I am not here to cause trouble… What I am doing has nothing to do with the imperial court. It is my own will."

The small leader wanted to curse again.

But Zhou Jing stopped him and nodded, "Since you have such intentions, it is a good thing. Then I will have to trouble you."

Seeing that the chief had expressed his position, everyone fell silent.

Zhou Jing paused, gave a wink, and deliberately asked, "However, the strategy of digging the dike to flood the area is the plan of your three-army commander. How will you explain to the imperial court when you go back to help us? In my opinion, you are very capable. Why serve the dog emperor? Why not go up the mountain and join us? You and I can compete every day, wouldn't that be fun?"

Ling Fengzi understood what he meant and shook his head in refusal, "You don't need to worry, Chief Chen. I will explain to the emperor myself. Saving the people is for the common people, which is the path I cultivate. After this, you and I are still enemies, not friends."

"What a pity…"

Zhou Jing clicked his tongue, feigning regret.

Zhou Jing was not surprised by Ling Fengzi's sudden arrival, because this was the remote summoning signal he had sent.

Star Realm Apostles have a sense of each other. In the same world, they can locate each other's positions and remotely summon other apostles, allowing them to move to their location, but cannot give detailed instructions… In other words, they can only call people over, but cannot remotely control other apostles to do things.

To give detailed instructions, close contact is still required.

Because the flood was urgent, compared to that, it was more important to solve the disaster here first.

As for what Ma Zhen thought, it was insignificant to Zhou Jing… After all, why bother arguing with a dead man.

"Then please curb the flood and lend a hand."

Zhou Jing said.

Ling Fengzi got the hint and flew into the sky again, his eyes flashing with green light.

Woo woo woo…

A gust of wind with a faint green light gathered from all directions, forming a vortex in the sky.

In the next moment, the surging wind force seemed to turn into a wall of wind, slamming down into the flood.