Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Zhang Xinghai was determined to kill Zheng Qian, and his men were ruthless in their attacks, showing no mercy to Zheng Qian.

Zhang Xinghai's physique and weapon clearly indicated that he was a power-type enemy, so he switched to his greatsword to attack.

buzzing...

Zheng Qian wielded the heavy sword like a fan, charging towards Zhang Xinghai. None of the thirty-odd people dared to step forward to block it.

Zhang Xinghai also quickly walked towards Zheng Qian, his fist gloves hissing as he gripped them tightly.

"Fierce Slash".

The heavy sword, like Mount Tai crashing down, slammed towards Zhang Xinghai's forehead.

Zhang Xinghai immediately regretted it as he crossed his arms to block the view.

A force of over 7,000 jin (approximately 3,500 kg) struck him, leaving two grooves in his iron fist, and his body, weighing over 200 jin (approximately 100 kg), staggered back seven steps.

"Holy crap, mid-stage of the Bone Refining Mirror."

Zhang Xinghai was no longer calm. Just a month ago, Zheng Qian was at the peak of the Skin Refining Realm, but he never expected that he would reach the mid-stage of the Bone Refining Realm in just over thirty days.

That cultivation speed... he must be on drugs.

To defeat Zheng Qian, who is at the mid-stage of the Bone Refining Realm, you need to send a master. Otherwise, Cao Gang's brothers, who are only slightly stronger than ordinary people, will be killed by him like cutting vegetables, and will not serve any purpose.

He immediately shouted, "Black Mao Team, surround and kill Zheng Qian with all your might!"

The Black Mao Team is the Jinmao Chamber of Commerce's own armed force, specializing in underground activities, hence the name "Black."

swoosh...

More than seventy figures leaped out of the building. They were all experts from the mid to peak of the Skin Refining stage. Their movements were swift and powerful as they charged towards Zheng Qian, brandishing gleaming white short swords.

The encirclement battle was about to begin. The Black Mao team was fearless and Zheng Qian was equally deadly with every strike. The sounds of swords and fighting mingled in the passageway of Cao Bang's horse stable.

"Zhang Xinghai is here, come and arrest him!"

Zheng Qian shouted at the top of his lungs; his voice could definitely be heard across two streets, and he believed that everyone outside had heard it.

The city gate was only two streets away from Cao's gang, so they could hear it.

Now, as long as he holds on, the soldiers at the city gate will come to his aid.

Yesterday, Qin Yong launched a surprise attack on the Jinmao Chamber of Commerce, but Zhang Xinghai successfully broke through and escaped. Soldiers and officers throughout the city must be looking for Zhang Xinghai right now.

Fugitives? Catching them would earn us merit, so they wouldn't refuse to come.

"Zheng Qian, you really came for me. How ruthless."

Zhang Xinghai's face was grim, and in order to end the battle quickly, he also joined the fight.

He was at the late stage of the Bone Refining Realm, which was higher than Zheng Qian's cultivation level. He also practiced internal martial arts, so he believed he could defeat Zheng Qian.

Every swing of the Iron Fist Gloves is accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.

Ding.

Deflecting the stray arrows fired from upstairs, Zheng Qian fought his way back inside.

Two minutes have passed since the fighting began. Considering the time it took for the soldiers to assemble and rush over from the city gate, their footsteps should be audible by now.

But it was quiet outside, the gate was tightly closed and there was no attack. Zheng Qian thought to himself that things were bad.

Something must have happened at the city gate, otherwise they wouldn't have failed to arrest Zhang Xinghai.

Another possibility is that they simply didn't want to arrest Zhang Xinghai, and only those within their ranks know the reasons why.

Zheng Qian speculated that the second possibility was more likely. Qin Yong's three thousand Changwu troops launched a surprise attack, yet Zhang Xinghai still managed to escape. There must be something fishy going on here.

Having figured out the key point, Zheng Qian stopped wasting time and realized he had to rely on himself today.

Although Zhang Xinghai's cultivation level was higher than his, he was not afraid at all and could defeat him in five rounds at most.

However, the Black Shigeru team was fearless and their attack and defense were very coordinated, making it difficult for him to find a breakthrough, not to mention the sneak attacks from upstairs.

Click.

He kicked the gatepost, breaking it in the process, and the gate itself flew off. The horses in the stable were startled and ran out, scattering the Black Mist team's formation.

Then, in the second and third rooms, Zheng Qian fought and retreated, seizing every opportunity to kick open the horse enclosure and release the horses.

"Zheng Qian, you can't escape. Get him!"

Zhang Xinghai thought Zheng Qian had released the horse to escape, but the gate was already closed, and he couldn't rush out on horseback. Zheng Qian's actions were pointless.

All fifty-two horses were released, and Zheng Qian smiled.

"Zhang Xinghai, this镖头 (bodyguard/escort) is about to launch a counterattack."

The passageway to the horse stable is spacious. As long as he doesn't enter the stable, he won't be afraid of being surrounded by a hundred people. He has enough space to move around, dodge, and counterattack.

However, a stray arrow is impossible to defend against; one wrong move and you could be hit and injured, or even lose your life.

Therefore, Zheng Qian released all his horses, which gave him more protection and made it harder for archers to shoot him.

Furthermore, horses are easily startled, and their personality traits can be utilized in unexpected ways.

Running doesn't exist at all.

"He's still bragging even on his deathbed! Kill him!"

Zhang Xinghai was the first to rush towards Zheng Qian. Zheng Qian was still full of energy after so long, and he was furious.

The sound of wind and thunder came, and at the same time, an iron fist was swung out quickly, leaving afterimages in the air.

Although Zhang Xinghai, who studied internal martial arts, only had a strength of over 5,000 jin, his explosive power was comparable to that of a master with a strength of 7,000 jin.

Bang.

Zheng Qian dodged the iron fist, which struck the horse's belly.

Hissing.

The horse let out a scream, was blasted into the air, and crashed into the horse behind it.

Stepping back to create distance, Zheng Qian slapped a horse's rump with his backhand.

Hissing.

The horse neighed in pain and galloped away.

clap clap clap...

"Run, run, run!"

As the palms continued to clap, more horses started running, and then all the horses galloped wildly.

"Quick, get out of the way! The horse is startled!"

“Zheng Qian, you’re despicable! You actually dared to ride a horse and ram us.”

"You're too cunning, Zheng Qian, you're too cunning, damn it."

The Blackwood team's formation was completely disrupted, with dozens of horses galloping wildly in the confined space, with nowhere to hide.

Those with quick reflexes jumped into the horse pen and fell face-first into the dirt, while those with slow reflexes were knocked down and trampled by the horses.

bang...

puff...

The sounds of collisions and splattering blood rang out continuously.

At this moment, a cold arrow was fired, which Zheng Qian deflected with a series of clangs, and quickly charged towards Zhang Xinghai.

He only had three people with him; this was an opportunity.

"kill."

The three men simultaneously raised their swords to strike, but Zheng Qian showed no fear, gathering all his strength into his heavy sword.

"Dance Blossoms".

With a side slide to create distance, Zheng Qian used the third move of "Dazzling Dance Sword"—Dazzling Dance Bloom.

The heavy sword struck the three men's waists with unstoppable force, like a tidal wave crashing down.

"what."

Three screams rang out simultaneously as the three men were dismembered. Blood splattered all over Zhang Xinghai, making his once-luxurious silk robes look utterly disheveled.

With a swirling motion, Zheng Qian unleashed a series of slashes at Zhang Xinghai.

"Breaking Slash".

Five consecutive slashes were unleashed, each one forcing Zhang Xinghai to retreat repeatedly, his hands feeling as if they were about to shatter.

With each swing of his sword, Zheng Qian would change his body position, slashing Zhang Xinghai from different angles.

The archers had already gathered on top of the horse pen in the middle of the road. The horse pen on both sides was close to the roadside, which would expose their position and the fighting inside. Therefore, they could only stand on top of the middle horse pen.

Unable to pinpoint Zheng Qian's location, they dared not release the bowstring. Hitting Zheng Qian would be a merit, missing would not be a mistake.

But if they hit Zhang Xinghai, they would be doomed.

Therefore, as long as Zheng Qian changed his position or got closer to Zhang Xinghai, they dared not fire a single arrow.

The two figures intertwined in the morning light, their sword shadows and fist winds mingling together, accompanied by Zhang Xinghai's muffled groans.

"Fatty, you're too slow."

"Quickly, raise your hand."

"Hurry up, or I'll chop you up if you don't raise your hand."

While beating Zheng Qian, he reminded Zhang Xinghai, "You wouldn't listen to me when I spoke properly, but now that we're fighting, you're very obedient. You raise your hand when I tell you to. Aren't you a scoundrel?"

Although Zhang Xinghai couldn't beat him, he was stubborn and started hurling insults at him.

"I……"

"Hold……"

"Fuck."

Zheng Qian's heavy sword struck him repeatedly, forcing him to retreat. The pain in his hands made it hard for him to breathe, his speech became intermittent, and his movements slowed down considerably.

With a feint, Zhang Xinghai raised his sword to block, but just then, Zheng Qian kicked him in the belly.

Bang.

Zhang Xinghai was sent flying and crashed heavily into the horse pen.

A splash was heard as a heavy object fell into a puddle.

It turned out that the horse pen was a manure pit. After Zhang Xinghai fell into the pit, he was completely submerged in horse manure and urine.

Zheng Qian kindly asked Zhang Xinghai.

"Chairman Zhang, I heard someone fall into the water. Could it be that someone fell into the cesspool? You should go and check it out."