Chen Fan stood on the broken bridge, a devil emerging from a slaughterhouse, his aura so thick it could not be dispersed. Gongsun Zheng had been sent flying with a single punch.
The moonlight was dim, as if unable to fall upon this broken bridge.
With a splash, Gongsun Zheng plunged into the water and sank straight down.
Chen Fan's expression was indifferent.
Blood stained his clothes, dyeing his shoulder red.
On the shore, everyone stared with wide eyes.
"Is that Mr. Gongsun?"
The martial artists watched the divine and demonic figure on the bridge, their eyes widening in disbelief and shock. In their hearts, Gongsun Zheng was akin to invincible. After all, martial arts masters at the Huajin level were exceptionally rare, practically unseen in the secular world. Even for those in the martial arts community, encountering a Huajin level martial artist was difficult. In the martial world, a peak Huajin master was enough to establish a sect. In the Two Rivers region, there might be a few Huajin masters, but none could compare to Gongsun Zheng. There was a vast difference between an ordinary Huajin master and a peak Huajin master. But now, Gongsun Zheng, who was like a legend, had been defeated! With their eyesight, they might not have seen clearly when the two figures on the bridge were locked in combat, but they clearly saw Gongsun Zheng being sent flying, and the single figure remaining on the bridge. They would not mistake Chen Fan's figure, nor the inescapable killing intent that surrounded him. It was Gongsun Zheng who had been struck down! But how was this possible? A martial arts family with a thousand years of heritage had lost to someone who was originally unknown, a prominent businessman in the secular world? Luo Zilie and the others were flabbergasted.
At the same time, a figure shot out, heading straight up the bridge along the bank. It was none other than Gu Yueqing. Her speed was as swift as a ghost, like a wisp of smoke under the moon.
"Brother Zheng!" she cried out in a heart-wrenching voice, full of worry and unease.
At this moment, gazing at Chen Fan's figure standing on the bridge, Su Yuhua's heart trembled. That figure was like a god and devil descending upon the world, impossible to look at directly. It was as if a single glance would draw the attention of the god or devil, leading to instant annihilation. How could he be this strong? Her heart pounding, Su Yuhua turned to Yuan Liangping and hissed, "What are you waiting for? Have your men attack! You must get the item!"
Yuan Liangping finally snapped out of his daze. Sweat beaded on his forehead. At this moment, Chen Fan's figure, standing on the bridge, looking down at the lake with a swirling aura of killing intent, was like an indelible silhouette, deeply imprinted in his heart. This figure brought him fear, endless nightmares, from which he could not escape.
"Don't just stand there, hurry!" Su Yuhua grabbed his hand and urged, "If he doesn't die, you will never have a chance to rise, and your lifelong tragedy is already sealed!"
Prompted by Su Yuhua, Yuan Liangping made a call, urging, "They're still on the bridge, attack!" In fact, even before he gave the order, nearly a hundred figures were rushing over from the parking lot, carrying firearms. It was only the darkness of night that obscured some of their movements, making their advance less shocking.
The shore began to stir. Some felt dejected, shocked, and disbelieving, while others rejoiced. Su Yingxue grabbed Mei Ji beside her and asked urgently, "Did Brother Chen win? Did he?"
"Yes, Xue!" Mei Ji smiled. "I knew the King was invincible!"
But at the same time, an urgent voice came through her earpiece. "Enemy attack!" Her expression changed, and she quickly turned, seeing dozens of figures rushing towards them.
"Let's go!" Mei Ji decisively pulled Su Yingxue and fled.
"Mr. Chen is truly a divine being!" Jiang Tiansheng and Elder Tang, among others, had confirmed the outcome and expressed their awe. On the way, Chen Fan had cautioned Su Yingxue, so she was mentally prepared and quickly called them to follow. They didn't know Mei Ji and hesitated, but Su Yingxue urged them on. She looked towards the bridge with concern.
Just then, she saw Chen Fan's figure suddenly fall straight down from the bridge.
Bang, bang, bang... Several gunshots, fired almost simultaneously, came from the White Dike on the other side. The onlookers were bewildered. In this era, the sound of gunfire was too unfamiliar to most people, causing them to react slowly.
"What's happening? What is that sound?"
"Someone's firing a gun?"
"What's going on?"
"..."
"Brother Chen!" Su Yingxue watched Chen Fan fall into the lake, her eyes splitting with fury. She tried to break free from Mei Ji and rush onto the bridge. But the next moment, she felt a pain at the back of her neck, and her body went limp. Mei Ji held Su Yingxue and fled, glancing at the lake below, dozens of meters away, a frown on her brow.
"Magician, the King might have been shot. You go rescue the King first, I'll be there shortly!" Mei Ji said urgently through her earpiece.
"Don't worry, the King isn't that easy to kill. Perhaps he deliberately fell into the water!" came the voice of the Magician from the earpiece. Mei Ji couldn't afford to worry about that and hurried away with Su Yingxue.
"Elder Tang, Mr. Li, you should leave quickly!" Jiang Tiansheng instructed, then crouched down. After a moment of hesitation, he shouted to his subordinates, "Go and save Mr. Chen!" His trusted subordinates stepped forward and rushed towards the bridge. Elder Tang and Li Xiangbei's expressions changed. Tang Qingying, unable to worry about Chen Fan, quickly pulled Elder Tang away. They retreated rapidly, while only Jiang Tiansheng decided to stay, taking a gun handed to him by a subordinate.
At the same time, Gu Yueqing approached the arch of the broken bridge. Her pupils contracted, her eyes filled with fury. Without hesitation, she leaped, clearing seven or eight meters of lake water before plunging in, swimming towards where Gongsun Zheng had fallen.
On the other side, Su Yuhua's face broke into a smile upon seeing Chen Fan fall into the water. Had they hit him? As she was wondering, Yuan Liangping's voice came through her earpiece. "More than a dozen guns fired simultaneously. He should have been hit!" Su Yuhua's heart leaped with joy. She couldn't help but want to rush onto the bridge, but she suppressed the urge and turned to say, "Yingxia, you leave here quickly!"
"Third Uncle?" Su Yingxia looked bewildered.
"Don't worry, Chen Fan will die tonight, and we will be fine." As his niece, Su Yuhua cared about her safety. He signaled for the bodyguards behind him to take her away. He himself crouched down, hiding behind the guardrail, waiting to see what unfolded. In this situation, remaining here posed a certain risk. But he had to personally witness Chen Fan's corpse and ensure he obtained the Dragon Pattern Compass.
The shore was in chaos. Many onlookers left when they saw Elder Tang and the others depart, but some who enjoyed the spectacle remained. The martial artists, confident in their abilities, were also preparing to go to the bridge to investigate the situation. The scenic area staff, still in shock, were bewildered. Someone suddenly saw dozens of figures rushing towards them from behind.
"What are you doing? You're not allowed on the bridge now!" a staff member shouted, trying to stop them. He immediately felt a chill run down his spine as the approaching figures were masked, and the objects in their hands were aimed at them. Da da da, tongues of flame spat out. Amidst the dense sounds like popping beans, blood splattered. Ten or so staff members fell like cut grass. These ruthless thugs from Jiangbei didn't even spare the corpses a second glance as they stormed onto the bridge. As long as they confirmed Chen Fan's death, they would get sixty million! Even divided among them, it would be six or seven hundred thousand each. But some were faster. On the other end of the bridge, several figures moved like ghosts towards the bridgehead. There, the Dragon Pattern Compass was placed.