From the Dragon and Tiger Cavalry to Hunting Sins and Becoming Saints

Chapter 133 Boarding the Ship Alone

Two days passed, and as more and more ships were captured, the company commander probably felt that things had escalated and that a single combat barge was no longer enough to block the entire waterway. So he ordered each combat squad to take the captured ships for a patrol of the area.

Fu Que's combat squad consisted of three people, including himself. The others were sailors who had miraculously survived the melee. Fu Que and his two companions were responsible for patrolling and intercepting, while the sailors were responsible for controlling the ship.

With nothing else to do, the group chatted idly, mostly exchanging their experiences in cultivation. Fu Que's strength depended entirely on the other painter, so he couldn't get a word in edgewise.

However, he still tried his best to remember what the tiger riders said, and then repeatedly studied the flesh and blood puppet technique demonstrated by the old man Qiming. Multitasking was not a difficult task for Fu Que, who had undergone special training with the Moon Wheel Blade.

While Fu Que was pondering the flesh and blood puppet wolf demon, his hands were not idle either.

"What a strong fishy smell!"

Suddenly, the tiger riders stopped talking, their eyes turning cold.

Fu Que's eyes rippled with dark light, and he grinned.

call out!

Fu Que fell backward, reaching out to grab a long arrow wrapped in iron. The arrowhead grazed his nose, its fletching still swaying.

Arrows rained down like a rolling tide.

Those chatting, patrolling, and observing wind speed and navigation on deck didn't even have a chance to groan. The dull, thudding sounds of flesh filled the air as they fell like blood bags into pools of blood on the floor.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The stern voice echoed throughout the entire patched-up ship.

"It was they who blocked the waterways and killed them."

"Damn, it's the Tiger Riders!"

"There are only three of them. What's there to be afraid of? Tiger Riders aren't human. We've been waiting here for two days. We finally found this opportunity. Once we miss it, it'll be gone forever."

If this shipment can't be delivered, it'll rot in our hands. Our fate won't be any better than if it fell into the Tiger Cavalry's hands. We'll risk it all!

The chaotic black and white lines were clearly visible to Fu Que. The Embroidered Spring Blade was drawn with a clang, blocking two or three arrows that were shot at him. He pressed his foot on the deck and his body was like a tiger pouncing high and splashing water. The power of the wind element formed a foothold under his feet.

After several leaps, he forcefully broke through a distance of over a hundred meters and arrived at the foot of a jet-black, shuttle-shaped speedboat. His eyes met those of a dozen menacing men in the night, each clutching a crossbow.

Closest to him was a burly man with a square face and a dark complexion, who had just uttered a series of words.

Upon seeing Fu Que dressed in tiger-riding armor and wearing both civil and military sleeve armor, the thug showed no fear. Instead, his eyes became even more ferocious, and with a shout, another volley of arrows rained down on him.

The thug's vision blurred as Fu Que's broken arrow shaft pierced his forehead. It wasn't the sharp, triangular arrowhead, but the broken fletching. The thug, who had just aimed at Fu Que and fired the arrow, had no time to react and watched helplessly as the fletching pierced through his forehead and emerged from the back of his head.

The Embroidered Spring Blade gleamed coldly. After continuous battles, the blade, which had just been maintained, already showed faint signs of wear. Under the cover of night, the wind howled, the blade whirled, and roars and screams mingled together.

The crossbow bolts were smashed and the strings were snapped. Blood splattered in the dark night, and after about a dozen breaths, there was no more movement on the deck.

The atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point; in the silent darkness, only a pair of indifferent, cold eyes remained.

"What should we do?"

A tiger rider swung his sword backhand, piercing the heart of a wailing sailor on deck, freeing the unfortunate fellow before asking his companions for directions.

"What? What should we do?"

The tiger rider glanced at the lifeless sailor lying on the ground, then looked back at the dark, murky waterway and asked a question.

"Fu Que, he rushed to the other ship by himself. Are we really okay not to go and support him?"

Knowing we are the Tiger Riders, there are very few who would still dare to attack. They're either smugglers or true members of the Demonic Sect. Fu Que facing an entire ship alone is a bit risky.

"That's what the first tiger rider said."

"It's been several days, haven't you seen Fu Que make a move? Based on the combat power he showed back then, he could have easily taken on both of us. Why would he need our support? Besides, I'm a little afraid this is a diversionary tactic."

That ship was actually quite well hidden. In this pitch-black night, if they had been careful, there was an 80% chance they could have passed through the blockade quietly without alerting us. But they didn't choose that; instead, they launched a loud and aggressive attack. I felt something was wrong.

"What question...?"

Before Tiger Rider could finish speaking, a tiny boat, barely big enough for two people, sped through the darkness in the distance. Taking advantage of Tiger Rider's attention being completely drawn to the black speedboat, it quickly passed through the blocked waters.

"That's the problem! Turn the rudder, catch up with him. The light boat is fast, but it can't stay that way for long. As long as we keep up with him, he can't get far!"

Upon seeing this, the Tiger Riders, who had been observing the Dark Waterway, immediately gave the order.

Another Tiger Rider glanced at the motionless black speedboat not far away, then at the speeding light boat. He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not speak up to stop it, just as the Tiger Rider had said.

Even if the two of them combined their strength, they still couldn't defeat Fu Que alone. If the two of them approached, Fu Que wouldn't be able to win, and their approach would be useless. They might even delay Fu Que's escape, since Fu Que is the most skilled wind-type martial artist in terms of movement techniques.

If they had truly fallen for the diversionary tactic, then it would be the fault of the entire squad. Although there was still a blockade behind them, that was with other Tiger Cavalry squads. They had to catch up with the light boat before that happened.

There were also about a dozen guards carrying crossbows huddled behind the sails, their faces contorted with rage. They watched as a young man leaped onto the deck with a few powerful bounds, followed by howling winds and flashing blades.

But in the darkness of night, everything was shadowy and unclear.

After a long while, a pair of cold, dark eyes pierced through the air, sending a chill down their spines. However, seeing the boat behind Fu Que turn around and chase after the light boat, their courage grew.

They emerged from behind the sails, spreading out to surround Fu Que, their sharp arrows aimed at his vital points.

At a distance of over a hundred meters, Fu Que had ample reaction time and the speed of the arrow's decay to catch it with his bare hands. But now, at a distance of almost face to face, his reaction time was much slower.

"Your ship is gone, and you're all alone. Aren't you worried?"

Suddenly a brazier lit up, illuminating the dark deck and the person who was speaking.

It was a gray cloth shirt with an open chest and crisscrossing scars, and slanted eyes. He stared intently at Fu Que, his mouth full of white teeth.