Chapter 132 Harvest
A gentle night breeze blew across the city wall.
Longkui stood behind the battlements, her bright red dress fluttering in the wind. Qu Feiyan lay beside her, her hands braced against the city bricks, craning her neck to gaze at the distant Japanese pirate camp.
Lin Zhennan and Madam Wang stood a little further back, looking tense. They were just ordinary people running a security escort agency, and they didn't know how they had gotten involved in such a major military and national affair, even having to take on the responsibility of saving Nanjing.
As their son's skills grew, the couple remained constantly worried and anxious.
Changjiang Shuangfei clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, fearing that Shi Potian would suffer the same fate as Long Xiangzhu. The maid stood quietly behind Long Kui, saying nothing.
Liu Chaoyong, the eunuch in charge of Nanjing, stood at a distance with several attendants, not daring to utter a sound.
In the distance, the Japanese pirate camp was brightly lit by torches, with tents stretching endlessly. Deep within the camp, the shadowy figures of patrolling Japanese pirates could be vaguely seen moving about.
"Young man, you should have found Hattori Sengun by now," Qu Feiyan whispered.
Longkui did not answer, her gaze remaining fixed on the depths of the camp.
suddenly--
"boom!"
A deafening roar came from the depths of the camp, and flames shot into the sky! A plume of smoke rose into the air between the tents, and shredded cloth, wood chips, and dirt were thrown into the air by the blast wave, the firelight illuminating half the sky.
The expressions of everyone on the city wall changed simultaneously. Madam Wang cried out in alarm, grabbing Lin Zhennan's arm tightly. Qu Feiyan suddenly sat up straight, her face deathly pale.
"It's explosives." Longkui's voice remained calm, but her fingers tightened slightly.
Lin Zhennan said anxiously, "Ping'er, he..."
"Don't rush," Longkui interrupted him, her gaze fixed on the firelight.
After the explosion, bugle calls ripped through the night sky, and countless torches lit up from all directions, surrounding the blast area. The sounds of battle cries could be faintly heard, mixed with fierce shouts in the Japanese language.
"Brother!" Qu Feiyan could no longer hold back, her voice trembling, "They...they've been ambushed?"
Longkui did not answer.
Everyone on the city wall held their breath. In the distant camp, torches gathered in greater numbers, converging on the center from all directions. The scene clearly indicated that they had been prepared—they had fallen into a trap.
Madam Wang's face was deathly pale, and she gripped Lin Zhennan's hand tightly: "Husband, Ping'er... we have to go help him..."
Lin Zhennan gritted his teeth, his face ashen, but he remained silent. He knew that with their martial arts skills, going down there would not only be a waste of their time but would also be a burden.
Master Qi, the leader of the Yangtze River Twin Flying Fish Clan, said urgently, "Miss Long, should we brothers go down to provide backup?"
Longkui shook her head: "Going down there will only lead to your deaths."
Before Master Qi could say anything more, Master Yi stopped him.
Qu Feiyan suddenly asked, "Sister Long, little brother will be alright, right?"
Longkui did not answer. She simply gazed silently at the firelight, her eyes deep and unfathomable.
Suddenly, another muffled thud rang out, smaller than the first, but equally chilling. Immediately afterward, a plume of black smoke rose from the crowd, and figures could be vaguely seen falling.
"That is..." Qu Feiyan's eyes widened.
Longkui said softly, "It must have been the young镖头 (chief镖师, a term referring to a powerful镖师, who is skilled in镖师) who made the move, but he managed to escape again."
The distant Japanese pirate camp erupted into chaos. Torches surged like a tide, and shouts of battle, cries of alarm, and the clashing of weapons mingled together. In the firelight, countless figures ran and surrounded tents, their ranks growing ever denser.
The Yangtze River Twin Flying Fish turned deathly pale. Master Qi murmured, "With such a tight encirclement, even with wings, escape would be impossible..."
Master Yi gritted his teeth: "The revenge for Master Long is still pending..."
Qu Feiyan suddenly turned around, glaring at the two of them: "Shut up! This young man is a peerless martial artist, he'll be fine!"
Although she believed that Shi Potian was incredibly powerful, she still couldn't help but worry.
Only Longkui remained confident.
The shouts of battle suddenly changed. They were no longer about blocking and chasing, but were now mixed with screams and chaos. In the firelight, the crowd seemed to begin to scatter.
"What's going on?" Qu Feiyan stood on tiptoe.
Longkui's eyes suddenly lit up.
In the distant camp, blades flashed, weaving through the crowd like lightning. With each flash, a figure fell. The blades were so fast that those on the city walls could only see a silver lightning dragon dancing among the torches, reaping lives.
Qu Feiyan's mouth dropped open.
The blade flashed from east to west, from south to north, omnipresent and unstoppable. Wherever the blade struck, screams of agony rose and fell, thrilling the onlookers on the city walls.
"It's the young man!" Qu Feiyan suddenly shouted, jumping and laughing excitedly. "That's the young man! He's killing those Japanese pirates!"
Lin Zhennan and his wife exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with both surprise and delight. The Yangtze River Double Flying Fish were stunned; they had never seen such swordsmanship before—no, this wasn't killing Japanese pirates, it was clearly cutting grass.
Longkui's lips finally curved into a slight smile.
The flashes of swords in the distance grew faster and denser. The encirclement of the Japanese pirates tightened, then crumbled. Torches rolled down in the chaos, igniting tents and sending flames soaring into the sky. The torches no longer surrounded anyone; instead, they were trampled out, discarded, or scattered by the panicked crowd as they fled.
The shouts of battle turned into screams, and the screams turned into screams of panic.
Longkui suddenly said softly, "He alone is enough."
Qu Feiyan grinned and said, "I knew it! This young man is even more amazing than a god!"
Qu Feiyan grinned and said, "I knew it! This young man is even more amazing than a god!"
Lin Zhennan breathed a sigh of relief and helped Madam Wang up, only to find that his back was soaked with sweat.
The Yangtze River Twin Flying Fish stared blankly at the distant firelight, while Hall Master Qi murmured, "Is...is this still human...?"
Master Yi nodded and said in a deep voice, "Young Master Escort, you truly live up to your reputation as the Invincible of the South."
Deep within the camp, the Kirigakure siblings, Raizo and his sister, hiding behind the Japanese pirates, were like ghosts. They had just ordered an all-out attack on Shi Potian, but in just a few breaths, their elite forces, including the Five Kirigakure Ninja, were almost entirely wiped out.
What kind of sword technique is that?
Mist-Hidden Moonlight's face turned deathly pale. Ever since Shi Potian seized a Japanese sword, the situation had completely reversed.
That flash of light.
She would never forget that flash of the blade.
It wasn't just fast, it was eerie. She watched helplessly as three of the Five Hidden Mist Ninja simultaneously slashed at Shi Potian, but with a single stroke, all three clutched their throats, blood gushing from between their fingers like three red fountains. Before the blood even splattered on the ground, Shi Potian reappeared on the other side.
With another flash of light, two of the Five Hidden Mist Ninja who were attacking Sarutobi Hijiki were struck by the blade and fell to the ground with a thud.
Wuyin Yuezang finally understood what "fast" meant.
She used to think that speed was all that mattered in a knife, but now she knows that speed is all that matters in killing someone.
The elite warriors brought by the Kirigakure clan to control Hattori Senjun were all no match for Shi Potian's blade. Shi Potian moved freely through the encirclement, casually striking down a man with a single blow.
Those Japanese pirates who usually acted with impunity were like scarecrows in front of him, unable to fight. Before they could even raise their swords, they were already killed by Shi Potian with a single stroke.
A ronin samurai attacked from behind, gripping his sword with both hands and slashing down with all his might. Mid-air, the boy, without turning his head, countered with a backhand strike, the tip of his blade piercing the ronin's throat.
With another slash, the weapons of the five men who had surrounded him fell to the ground, their throats struck.
Three Japanese pirates, brandishing long spears, attacked simultaneously from three directions. Shi Potian didn't even glance at them, casually unleashing his Xinling Drinking Body Technique, ignoring the spear tips, and delivered three slashes—a burst of blood mist erupted from the chests of all three pirates, and they collapsed to the ground.
The siblings, Wuyin Raizo and his sister, watched as Shi Potian swung his sword left and right, leaving nothing but desolation in his wake. Terrified, they staggered backward, hissing:
"Shoot! Shoot him dead!"