"Boom!"

This punch was like thunder.

The surface of the river was full of explosive sounds, and it was hard to imagine that this was the sound that could be produced by a physical body.

The crow's fist hit the layer of sky curtain, and the originally thin layer of arc light was almost distorted, and it was only a little short of bursting... It wasn't until this moment that the transcendent members of the Chengxin Club understood the second meaning in the crow's words.

He wanted to... shatter the sky curtain!

The water droplets condensed on the river surface began to tremble violently. The sky curtain covered this area, allowing the rules inside the area to be rewritten, which was their greatest home advantage... If the sky curtain was shattered, the result of this battle would be determined.

"Kill—"

Wu Yong charged forward with a knife, launching an attack towards the man at the end of the river.

Tonight's battle was not a drawn-out fight. He saw himself as a hungry wolf and Song Ci as a lion. They had been fighting in groups, and it was time to determine the outcome in a direct confrontation!

Along with Wu Yong's charge, the chubby man with the finger tiger followed closely behind.

The riders of the convoy drew their long knives and short swords. For a moment, the river surface was burning with fire, churning with strong winds, and sweeping with thunder. The transcendent members of the Chengxin Club surged forward, and the mist and ice on the river surface were shattered into haze and debris at that moment—

At the rear of the convoy.

Qi Lu raised the sniper rifle, took a deep breath, and his eagle eyes opened again.

In his field of vision, the man's shadow instantly became blurry again. This kind of blur was not the slight swaying of a dynamic perspective, but a real split.

Qi Lu felt that he was having an illusion.

Song Ci's figure changed from "one"... to nearly overlapping, and at the same time, it branched out in all directions into "ten thousand."

Or even more.

...

...

Wu Yong approached the crow quickly.

The man wearing a thin floral shirt had no weapons on him, only a pair of fists.

He had been training with the knife for twenty years.

On the day his adoptive father brought him back to the Chengxin Club, he invited a highly respected master of knife skills from Yinghai to personally teach him practical knife techniques for fighting. The master praised his talent and called him a rare genius in ten years, almost completely integrating his personality and the spirit of the knife path.

Among the knife skills he practiced, the fastest one was the drawing technique. This kind of knife skill was not glamorous, without the graceful posture of a dragon or a phoenix, often only a flash of arc light, and it only bloomed after killing.

A perfect drawing technique was invisible.

The only movement was the crisp sound of the blade returning to the sheath. Then the head would fall, and then the blade would be slowly drawn out, not even a drop of blood would stain the blade.

Killing invisibly.

On the day he became an apprentice, his master told him that the most important thing about this knife skill was not the speed of drawing the knife, but always maintaining the belief in victory. As long as he held the belief in victory, he could always draw the fastest knife and win all duels.

And once he lost confidence in his own knife.

Then the drawing technique would lose hope of winning.

Wu Yong's drawing technique had never failed, and he had killed high-level transcendent members more than once. This time was no exception. He was confident that as long as the crow allowed him to get close, he could cut the crow down with his knife.

Faster.

Getting closer.

Wu Yong stepped quickly with broken steps, his legs almost parallel to the surface of the river, like an arrow shot out, ignoring everything else, only focusing on Song Ci.

The other party didn't dodge or evade.

Here it comes!

Just before the collision, the crow suddenly moved. His figure suddenly became blurry, a blur that Wu Yong's naked eye couldn't catch. He felt as if a shadow had shifted in front of him, and one of the shadows raised its foot and stomped down in an instant.

A mass of river water suddenly exploded.

Wu Yong's pupils shrank instantly. He subconsciously wanted to draw his knife to cut through the water curtain, but the sense of crisis between life and death made him suppress the urge to draw his knife. He knew that this was the domain of the "sky curtain," and everything was under the control of the big brother.

The next moment, the water droplets that exploded out of thin air dispersed into extremely thin mist in an instant.

The owner of the sky curtain changed the nature of the river water.

When his vision returned, Wu Yong's back was covered in goosebumps.

A dark shadow flashed before his eyes.

Song Ci didn't retreat but instead rushed forward in that instant, and the two collided.

"Clang—"

The knife was drawn.

No longer silently killing, the sound of the blade leaving the sheath was even more unpleasant than the crow's mocking call in the distance.

Wu Yong couldn't understand any of this—

In just an instant, Song Ci had almost embraced him.

A palm pressed against his hand, and he wanted to draw his knife to kill the enemy, but as soon as the long knife left the sheath, it was pressed back in.

In the end, the cold light shattered inch by inch inside the sheath, and Song Ci withdrew his palm, allowing Wu Yong to draw the knife. What came out was only a sheath full of fragments and a hilt tightly clenched in his hand.

Song Ci remained calm, with no expression on his face, silently watching Wu Yong.

He was waiting for the other's response.

But Wu Yong did nothing. After drawing the hilt, he stood there like a wooden sculpture.

At that moment, Wu Yong finally understood the meaning of his master's teachings before he became an apprentice... He still had another long knife at his waist, but at this moment, he didn't even have the courage to draw the knife.

He felt that he had made a serious mistake.

Song Ci was indeed a lion.

But he was not a hungry wolf... more like a ridiculous ant.

"Is this it?"

Song Ci spoke softly, and Wu Yong looked up with a bewildered expression.

He saw a fist, which seemed to be very large in his field of vision, landing on his face in the end.

The crow's fist hurt a lot.This was something the entire Sincerity Club knew... but only those who had taken a beating truly understood how much that fist hurt.

"Boom!"

The water screen shattered, and Wu Yong's body was punched into the river, like a collapsing building.

Song Ci showed no mercy as Wu Yong fell into the water, delivering a powerful kick that sent the body's owner skimming across the river like a stone, causing wave after wave to splash...

"Second Brother!"

A roar of grief and anger echoed over the river.

The roar caught Song Ci's attention.

He surged forward, delivering a knee strike to the chin of the fourth brother, who was wearing brass knuckles.

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This time it was a mid-air strike.

A bloated figure scattered the running crowd of dozens, and as someone tried to catch the fourth leader of the Nan Tang, they regretted it the moment they raised their hand. The immense force transmitted broke both arms.

Qi Lin, who was holding a gun at the back, was not pale because he had used up a lot of mental energy to maintain "Eagle Eye."

It was the scene before him that was truly terrifying.

One after another, figures surrounded Song Ci, and then one after another, they were sent flying with great force, like punching bags, like sacks.

The long night on the river beach was broken by noise.

A group of dormant crows flapped their wings and screeched loudly.

A disguised hungry wolf had infiltrated the flock of sheep, feasting to its heart's content.