Chapter 932:

Chapter 932:

Most of the sailors on the ship didnt understand the language of Big Tang. So, the bold words of the Rabbit Hero didnt cause much of a stir among them. The two captains who understood a few sentences also struggled with some difficult wordswhich were too challenging. They listened with puzzled expressions.

Overall, there was no applause.

However, the henchmen on the pier, members of the Eighteen Divinations, reacted differently. After hearing these words, they paused for a moment, then burst into laughter: This guy wants to die.

Pretending to be a hero!

What nonsense is this?

He doesnt know his place.

The leader among the Eighteen Divinations, a rabbit dressed as a martial hero with an air of status, said, Where did you come from, you fool? Trying to represent foreigners? State your title, let us hear.

The Rabbit Hero said proudly, Hmph! Known in the martial world as Fist Strikes the Southern MountainLuo Tuimao.'

The crowd:

Even the leader of the Eighteen Divinations was puzzled.

Honestly, they had never heard of this name before. Well, it should be said that this kind of clichd name was heard so often that their ears were worn out from it. The martial world was full of such names, numbering in the hundreds or even thousands. Each one was as common as a dog skin plaster, a low-level performer surviving by entertaining or just a minor character who couldnt even make it in the martial world.

He claims to strike mountains with his fists, but give him a rock and if he can shatter it, then he wins.

The leader of the Eighteen Divinations shook his head, sighed, and then picked up a small stone from the ground. He casually threw it towards Luo Tuimao. The stone whizzed through the air, flying from the pier towards the bow of the ship. It covered a considerable distance, and any martial expert with even a bit of wind-distinguishing ability would easily dodge such a hidden weapon. However, Luo Tuimao didnt even manage to make the slightest evasive movement. He was hit by the stone and fell with a thud.

The leader smirked, You?

As soon as he finished speaking, Robb suddenly flew from the bow of the ship, covering a great distance through the vast sky. He landed on the pier right in front of the leader, delivering a swift and forceful blow to the leaders head. Then, he flipped backward and returned to the bow, as if he hadnt moved at all.

Everyone was amazed, and they turned their attention to the leader. They noticed a huge lump on his rabbit head.

Such remarkable lightness in movement and speed of attackno one could react during Robbs lightning-fast movements. Some couldnt even see his actions clearly. This person was undoubtedly a top-tier expert.

Robb said, I told you that you would die, and now, youre already dead.

The leader felt his head spinning, his lump throbbed with excruciating pain. In a state of shock, he clutched his head and asked, What did you do to me?

Robb said, I gave your head a tap using a technique called Eighteen Dragon Strikes. The strike just now shattered your vital points and cut off all life force within you. If you hurry home now and write your will, arrange your affairs within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, you might still have a chance. But if you delay, you wont even see your family one last time.

The leader was terrified and let out a horrified exclamation, Oh my god! Then he turned and fled.

The other followers didnt dare to stay either; they scattered in panic.

However, the head of the gang was not willing to linger either and vanished instantly without a trace.

Robb grinned and waved at them, saying, Dont panic. If the gang leader kneels, theres still the altar master, right? Whos the altar master? Step forward and take command.

Before he could finish his sentence, a figure suddenly flashed at the bow of the ship. In an instant, Robb appeared in front of Altar Master Zhang. He raised his hand and delivered a forceful blow to Zhangs forehead with a thud. Then, just as quickly, he returned to the bow of the ship, sitting cross-legged with a smile on his face. Youve also fallen victim to my Eighteen Dragon Strikes,' he said cheerfully.

Zhang, the Altar Master, blinked in confusion, let out a strange cry of surprise, and then vanished without a trace as well.