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Five hundred steps away from the island, Lu Chen ordered everyone to be silent. Even the Old Fisherman steering the boat stopped, allowing the wooden vessel to glide freely through the clear waters.
A thick mist hung over the sea, reducing visibility to less than thirty steps.
Lu Chen used Yin Spirit Disembodiment to summon the Xuan Yin Flying Sword, which flew silently towards the island, leaving no trace behind. The Lookouts could not possibly see the fine strands of hair-like sword dancing in the air.
Lu Chen focused on one Lookout, who was lying in wait in the grass, completely still, eyes fixed ahead. The moment anything happened, he would immediately jump out to report.
Controlling the Xuan Yin Flying Sword, Lu Chen lightly landed it on top of the Lookout's head, blending it with his messy hair. The Lookout remained oblivious, still concentrating on his watch.
Lu Chen executed a ritual technique, and the Xuan Yin Flying Sword instantly burrowed into the Lookout's head like a venomous insect.
The Lookout felt a slight sting on his head and instinctively raised his hand to swat at what he thought was a bug, but it was too late. The Xuan Yin Flying Sword pierced into his brain, spinning around inside and turning his brain matter and vital organs into mush.
The Lookout had intended to shout but found that all brain functions were destroyed; he could no longer control his body. In a matter of moments, his life was completely extinguished—he was dead beyond recovery.
Soon after, Lu Chen used the same method to eliminate nearby sentries responsible for the dock. The process was silent; it was as if everything continued to operate normally, with nothing amiss.
At that moment, more than twenty fishing boats filled with Garrison troops emerged from the mist and quickly docked at the pier. Led by a Centurion, the Garrison swiftly assembled and stood ready for action.
"Kill them!"
Old Mu shouted fiercely as he drew his Demon-Slaying Sword and swung it forward. Instantly, two hundred Garrison soldiers roared and charged towards the island.
"Follow me!"
Lu Chen called to the fishermen who remained behind; now they had work to do. With the Garrison launching their assault ahead, no one would pay attention to what was happening outside the island.
More than twenty fishermen gathered on one fishing boat under Lu Chen's leadership and quietly approached the back of the island.
Once again, Lu Chen used Yin Spirit Disembodiment to assassinate another Lookout with the Xuan Yin Flying Sword before all twenty fishermen boarded the large ship together.
Before long, the large ship raised its sails and slowly set off, sailing out of the Gulf.
Lu Chen did not leave with the ship but instead landed alone from the Gulf.
At this point, there was no one near the Gulf; they were likely occupied dealing with Old Mu and others attacking from the front. Besides Luo Gongshuai on this island, there were surely other Qi Gong Masters present. With this thought in mind, Lu Chen activated Deer Demon Technique and quickly leaped towards the center of the island.
Old Mu led two hundred Garrison troops charging towards Shanghai Island. Dozens of Spearhand soldiers surged ahead, followed closely by the swordsmen, while archers took up the rear, creating an impressive display as they quickly ascended the slope and reached a relatively wide flat area.
At this point, they had already attracted the attention of some Island Guards. These individuals were far inferior in quality compared to the Lookouts who had been ambushed by the seaside. Most were dressed in coarse Mayi fabric, wielding machetes or spears, appearing disheveled and clearly undernourished low-ranking soldiers.
When they saw a large group of armored Regular Army troops suddenly charging towards them, they were already paralyzed with fear. Before they could react, they were pierced by random spears, dying without ever understanding how these forces had breached the Lookout defenses.
They were originally bandits, accustomed to looting and plundering, arrogant and self-important. Without weapons, they were just ordinary farmers. They had not received any training and likely did not even know what discipline was; they were usually lazy and lacked any regulations.
Moreover, with the dense Lookouts along the Shanghai Island coast, they believed their defenses were foolproof. However, various flaws and weaknesses caused them to become utterly useless in front of the Regular Army.
Some quick-thinking individuals hurriedly grabbed their weapons and retreated towards the center of the island in a panic.
After charging for five miles, the Garrison troops advanced like a hot knife through butter, slaughtering any Island Guards that resisted along the way. Those occupying lookout posts and shooting arrows were quickly turned into pincushions by the archers providing cover.
At this moment, a cluster of buildings appeared ahead. The tallest among them was a luxurious Tile House, resembling Taoist architectural style; it looked more like a palace here. Surrounding it were many earthen houses likely serving as residences for these low-ranking Island Guards.
Finally, the Garrison encountered some stubborn resistance here. Fifty to sixty low-ranking Island Guards picked up their weapons and charged back at them. Some had just emerged from their crude houses and immediately grabbed their weapons upon seeing the situation.
In an instant, the morale of the Island Guards surged as they quickly assembled a force of over a hundred people to counterattack.
"Archers, fire!" shouted a Centurion nearby, his voice booming like thunder.
The Garrison immediately adjusted their formation; Spearhand soldiers retreated to the center of the ranks while fifty archers stepped forward in two lines to exchange fire. The first line shot out twenty to thirty arrows before retreating. The second line then moved up to shoot arrows before swapping back with the first line.
The Regular Army was well-trained and highly disciplined; one Centurion could command effectively, showcasing their quality.
A dense rain of arrows was unleashed, causing twenty to thirty Island Guards to fall instantly. At this moment, the remaining Island Guards had closed in, now less than thirty paces away from the Garrison.
"Swordsmen, chop fiercely!" yelled the Centurion again from the side.
Upon hearing the command, the Garrison quickly changed formation again; fifty archers fell back while one hundred swordsmen brandishing gleaming blades stepped out from the ranks and charged towards the opposing Island Guards with loud battle cries.
Now it is close combat, and neither Spearhand nor archers are applicable; only the machete squad is most effective.
As the two armies clashed, a series of shouts erupted, accompanied by the sounds of weapons colliding, screams, and the grinding of armor, creating a chaotic cacophony within a hundred paces.
The Island Guard was no match for the Garrison; their combat strength was weak, and their weapons were mixed—knives, swords, and clubs were all present. They were not as organized as the Garrison, and soon three or four dozen people fell to the ground, on the verge of being completely defeated.
At that moment, a dozen warriors dressed in black, masked and carrying Dual Blades, rushed out from the palace and joined the fray with lightning speed.
Although there were only a few of them, their combat power was astonishingly strong—several times greater than that of ordinary Garrison soldiers. They drew their Dual Blades and entered the battle circle, swiftly knocking down seven or eight Garrison soldiers in an instant.
The blades they wielded were quite peculiar; they had narrow blades with deeper blood grooves on top and were shorter than ordinary machetes, but the handles were somewhat long.
These individuals were all Qi Masters at the Body Refinement Explosive Qi Realm, and they wielded their Dual Blades exceptionally well, surpassing common expectations.
Weapons used in pairs are the hardest to master; whether it be Dual Blades, twin whips, or double hammers, it is challenging to reach proficiency. However, once mastered, they become invincible on the battlefield.
Old Mu narrowed his eyes. Seeing that the battle situation was unfavorable, he immediately drew his Demon-Slaying sword and charged into the fray to confront two Dual Blades warriors.
A Centurion watched as his soldiers were slaughtered and could no longer hold back; he drew his long sword and rushed forward to face one of the Dual Blades warriors.
At that moment, another seven or eight people hurriedly emerged from the palace. Luo Gongshuai was among them; he had changed into clean clothes, his disheveled appearance vanished, replaced by a spirited demeanor.
Besides Luo Gongshuai, two others stood beside him. One was a warrior carrying Dual Blades with arms crossed over his chest. This person's clothing was darker than that of the other Black-Clad Warriors, and his Dual Blades appeared longer. He was masked, obscuring his features except for a pair of bright eyes that shone with intensity.
Additionally, there was a middle-aged man with short hair in his forties wearing a black robe and holding a staff like a mage. His eyes were also very sharp; he had a square face with an eagle-like nose and thin lips.
"With so many Imperial Regular Army soldiers here, Commander, you must have been followed," said the Masked Warrior to Luo Gongshuai, his tone questioning.
Upon hearing this, Luo Gongshuai's expression darkened significantly; his chest heaved with anger as he retorted, "Young Lord, please mind your tone; this is not your place to dictate."
"Commander, you are too lustful. You Central Plains people are all so inferior—arrogant and heedless of advice. I knew you would eventually pay the price," replied the Masked Warrior called Young Lord with a fierce tone. However, he seemed reluctant to argue further with Luo Gongshuai.
"We cannot afford infighting right now; we should resolve this matter first!"
The mage beside them finally spoke, his tone calm yet carrying a sense of authority.
Luo Gongshuai snorted and said, "Next time, you can play here by yourselves. I don't want to accompany you anymore."
With that, Luo Gongshuai's figure flashed and quickly rushed into the battle circle.
Young Lord glanced at the mage, who said, "Go ahead, Young Lord. I will provide support for you right away. It seems this place has already been targeted by the Great Zhou Court. I wonder what the King of Qi is doing? Once we deal with them, we should change locations!"
"You all come in to protect my Flesh," Chuan Ru Mage's tone changed as he addressed the four Masked Warriors behind him. The four immediately nodded and bowed.
Chuan Ru Mage turned around and led the four Masked Warriors into the palace.
"Yes, Chuan Ru Mage," Young Lord replied respectfully, even he had to bow to the mage named Chuan Ru, indicating that Chuan Ru Mage held a significant position.
Then, Young Lord walked straight into the battle circle, drawing out his Dual Blades and charging in. His Dual Blades technique was more advanced than that of the other Masked Warriors; with both hands swinging simultaneously, he could create illusory shadows with his blades, resembling thin cicada wings. In an instant, four or five Garrison soldiers were slain by him.
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