310 Seven Wounds Fis

The defense of the Murong Clan's fleet was pretty good. Once the armed escorts donned their armor and held shields, their combat abilities became pretty good. With the naturally formed narrow space that was created once the metal decks were lifted, they did not have to face many enemies at once, and they managed to last for a period of time.

Besides that, there was also a Life and Death Realm fighter serving as a garrison on each ship. Unless a powerful player appeared, it would be very difficult for the Life and Death Realm fighters to die within a short period of time.

Ever since the six retreated from the ship and more than one hundred people died on Common Reed Bank, Happy vanished among the ships, and no one dared to force their way onto the ships anymore!

Once the pressure the ships faced was reduced, the armed escorts immediately switched their weapons. They took up bows and began to fire at the enemy on the ships to their left and right.

The ships to the leftmost and rightmost of the circle formation were closest to the banks, so they were also where Happy's influence was the greatest. Once the players lost their reinforcements, they were struck by bolts, and the balance was instantly destroyed!

Quite a number of people were caught off guard. They were shot and toppled over, then were forced to retreat.

The situation on the ships became stable, but Happy did not stop moving. He was like a first-string fireman. With a few jumps, he appeared on another ship that was involved in a fierce fight!

The situation there was much more perilous.

Nearly half of the armed escorts had already been killed, and there were more than one hundred players on the ship!

The remaining twenty or so armed escorts had split into two groups. They had their backs against each other while they stood on the bow and the stern and engaged the players to block the attacks coming at them from everywhere.

The clothes of the Life and Death Realm fighter on the second level were torn, and he seemed to be injured quite badly!

When Happy saw that, his gaze darkened. Soon, his eyes landed on three young men who gave the Life and Death Realm fighter such great pressure.

The roof over the hall of the second level had been destroyed. The area around it had also been badly damaged while The Life and Death Realm fighter from the Murong Clan had a few clear injuries on his body. He covered his chest with one hand while staring at the three remaining players on the second level with a solemn expression.

Around them were more than ten player corpses, but based on their injuries, they were not killed by the Life and Death Realm fighter. Instead, they had been killed by the three young men.

"Enough! Don't waste time anymore. This old man is worth ten thousand taels of silver crumbs, but he's much more troublesome than those nobodies… Let's finish this quick!"

The one who was slightly older than the rest stroked his goatee. He seemed to be rather level-headed.

The other two were quite frivolous. There were scornful sneers on their faces while they blocked off the old Life and Death Realm fighter between them.

"Boss, this NPC is very tough. Do you actually think we can kill him fast? But it's alright, he might drop something!" One of the two examined the old man's brocade robes and licked his lips, because the robes were of good quality. The interest in them on his face could not be mistaken.

Whoosh!

A sound reached their ears, and someone landed on the second level.

The trio was stunned, but soon, the two frivolous young men began snickering coldly.

"Yo… another one came here to die."

"Get lost!"

One of the two was sinister, and the other was crude. Judging by their tone, they were not people who were easy to deal with.

Happy ignored the arrogant words from the duo and cast a glance at the old man in brocade robes. Then, he sized up the three unarmed young men with an indifferent expression, and his face grew solemn.

'Did they manage to suppress a Life and Death Realm fighter with just fist techniques? They're pretty good, if that's the case. There are quite a lot of elites in these nameless towns, huh? Mystical Realm palm techniques are much faster than Flowering Knights' Song.'

While Happy pondered that in his heart, he calmly put away his Hundred-battle Saber and brought out the newly renamed Noble Sword.

At the moment Noble Sword appeared in his hands, the eyes of the two frivolous young men lit up at the same time.

"Hey, this guy has some pretty good stuff on him!"

"Boss, that sword is pretty good. If he drops it, I want it!"

"Shut up, we're practicing Seven Wounds Fist, what's the use for us to have that thing?!"

The duo talked to each other without taking Happy seriously.

"We can sell the items he drops equally among us. I was prepared to buy a Glazed Frost Sword for my Little Green. This one is too garish."

'Seven Wounds Fist…'

Happy remembered the details about Seven Wounds Fist, and he instantly understood why the trio were capable of suppressing the old man in brocade robes…

He looked up at the trio from under his Bamboo Hat.

"Either leave, or die."

His calm words were accompanied by the act of slowly drawing the sparkling and cold sword from its sheath, which instantly enraged the trio. However, they also became a little wary.

One of them chose not to speak.

"He's pretty stubborn," another said.

Even the man with the goatee spoke up. "Brat, don't try to pretend to be good just because you have some skill. Even if you want to pretend to be good, you have to look at your opponent first. We'll be nice to you considering practicing martial arts is not easy. Leave your sword behind and get lost."

Happy did not say anything more. He raised his foot while looking at the man who was closest to him and who spoke in a gloomy tone.

The person's expression became stern. Then, he smiled.

"Let me take care of him. He'll be perfect for me to test the might of my Seven Wounds Fist at the second realm."

He might have been facing the old man in brocade robes, but the moment he finished speaking, his foot slid, and he abruptly executed Taichong Swift Feet[1] to appear near Happy. He grinned, and red filled his eyes. He delivered a punch from his waist in a very ruthless manner at the speed of lightning.

During that moment, the air around him froze.

Happy could sense a great threat looming over his head, and it was becoming stronger with each passing moment! The damage of the fist would be close to that of Ninja King's clone!

It was as expected of the incomplete ultimate technique that was passed down from Kongtong Mountain Sect—Seven Wounds Fist!

But unfortunately for the man…

Petite Dragon!

Happy moved, and the sinister man's fist just grazed Happy's body. He missed.

A brilliant glare shone from Happy's sword, then he returned the blade back into its sheath. He did not even spare a glance at the sinister looking man. He just slowly walked toward the other two people.

Thud!

The sinister man fell to the ground. There was a thin trail of blood on the part of his face that was closer to Happy's side. It split his face into two from his nose!

"Third!"

The man with the personality of a brute roared and rushed to the gloomy man who had fallen to the ground, unmoving.

The moment he moved past Happy, however, his body spun, and he swung his fist at Happy's back with the force that could split a mountain.

Seven Wounds Fist relied on the secret skill that required its user to first injure themselves before they could hurt others. After that, they could ignore their enemies defenses and injure them from within. The damage was astonishing and always caught their opponents by surprise.

But Seven Wounds Fist missed again!

The man's body became limp, and a sparkling sword quietly pierced his back.

Shick!

Happy pulled his sword out and returned it to its sheath.

His actions were as smooth as water.

The man with the goatee was dumbfounded. He could not believe that his two brothers not only missed, but also died from a single attack each.

'How can this be?!'

He knew his two brothers' strength the most. They could be considered the top of the crop from Kongtong Mountain Sect. After becoming sworn brothers and descending from the mountain, they had defeated countless powerful players. There was no exception. No one could fight against their Seven Wounds Fist. So he did not expect that there would be—

While he was absent-minded, a calm voice came from behind him.

"There is no martial art in the game that is invincible."