Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning-Chapter 1185 - 462: Generous Gift (2)

It was a coffin!

"Good timing!"

Zhang Fang muttered softly, unable to think through why a coffin would suddenly appear at this moment.

He extended a hand directly onto the coffin.

The force wrapped around the coffin instantly ceased, Zhang Fang furrowed his brow slightly, and slapped downward with his other hand.

With a loud bang.

The coffin hit the ground heavily.

Then a voice echoed from the inner hall:

"All esteemed guests have arrived, empty-handed is not the way to host, this is the first grand gift we have prepared for you.

"Please accept it with a smile!"

Zhang Fang felt a chill in his heart, as this voice was not Elder Du’s.

He immediately held his breath, placed one palm on the coffin lid, moved it casually, and with a clatter, the lid flew off, revealing the true appearance of the corpse inside the coffin.

Zhang Fang focused his sight, his complexion changing drastically:

"How can it be so?"

"Why?"

The crowd outside rushed in to inquire.

Zhang Fang remained silent, while Xiao He had a fleeting thought and left a sentence:

"I’ll support outside."

Once his voice fell, he had already entered the hall.

He came to Zhang Fang’s back, yet Zhang Fang seemed oblivious, as if completely unguarded.

Although Xiao He had not yet seen the person inside the coffin, at this moment, it was a golden opportunity to kill Zhang Fang.

No matter the mysteries inside the coffin, it wouldn’t be late to kill Zhang Fang first and explore later.

So he flipped his palm, with fine ice crystals wrapped around it, as if wearing an ice-silk glove.

His palm acted like a blade, stabbing towards the back of Zhang Fang’s neck.

However, at this moment, a streak of Sword Qi suddenly arrived.

Xiao He’s chop would have undoubtedly ended Zhang Fang’s life, and yet he would also certainly die under this sword stroke.

Helplessly, he could only turn back a palm to meet the Sword Qi.

With a clatter, ice crystals scattered, Sword Qi shattered and flew.

With Qi Force operating, Xiao He landed on his feet, and the swordsman had already arrived at Zhang Fang’s side.

Eyes cold and fierce:

"Xiao, what are you up to?"

"Hahaha, there was a mosquito on Zhang Fang’s neck, and as brothers of Jianghu, with deep loyalty, how could we allow such insects to wreak havoc? Just thought of helping Zhang Fang kill this mosquito..."

Xiao He glanced towards the corpse in the coffin as he spoke.

Yet he froze: "This...how can it be so?"

The swordsman wouldn’t believe a single word of Xiao He’s.

About to retort, he also noticed the corpse in the coffin with the corner of his eye.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted:

"Elder Du is dead!?"

The three were generally shocked, quietly gazing at the corpse in the coffin.

In their amazement, only one thought echoed in their minds: Is this real or fake?

The world knows Elder Du’s mastery of poison as divine.

All three just as clearly know his medical skills are also unparalleled.

Such a character, could he really die so easily?

Moreover, if Elder Du were dead, then why did he lure everyone to Yusheng Island?

Zhang Fang remained silent just now, his mind full of these thoughts.

Even wanting to check Elder Du’s corpse to confirm authenticity.

But hesitating as he raised his hand.

Elder Du’s means of poisoning are reputed to be ruthless.

The battle at Black Island fully demonstrated his style, leaving a deep scar on three major forces.

Even dead, his body may not be clean.

Reaching out recklessly, the consequences of being poisoned are unimaginable.

Yet in the next moment, the three abruptly raised their heads, looking towards the depths of the hall.

Zhang Fang’s voice was icy cold:

"Are you still not coming out?"

Footsteps followed.

From within the hall, three people emerged.

Foremost was the man who manned the ship.

Behind him followed a hunchbacked old man, reeking of pig dung and blind in one eye.

Trailing the old man was a cook, wielding a large cleaver, surrounded by folds of fat.

These three wore smiles on their faces.

After stepping out, they cupped their fists and said repeatedly:

"Pardon our disrespect, esteemed guests, please forgive us."

"No grand gifts to offer, dare not appear rashly."

"Not sure if the three esteemed guests are satisfied with this grand gift?"

The last speaker was the man who manned the ship.

"Did you kill Elder Du? Was it you who lured us to the island?"

Looking at the three, Zhang Fang and Xiao He furrowed their brows faintly.

Eventually, Xiao He spoke:

"Where is Lady Gao?"

The man who manned the ship smiled slightly:

"No need to rush, goodness must be enjoyed one bite at a time, words must be spoken one sentence at a time."

"What if I’m inclined to rush?"

Zhang Fang chuckled coldly, his figure shifting, he was already beside the man who manned the ship, reaching out with a palm.

Buzz!!!

Blade Light rose instantly, finely fragmented, densely packed.

In a fleeting moment, it seemed as if a thousand blades had been cut.

Zhang Fang’s palm was probing, so he was already mindful of anyone’s intervention, yet was astonished by the ferocity once the action commenced!

He immediately reached to seize the blade.

Yet the cook wielding the blade, though large in stature, his footwork technique was as if mad and enchanted.

Seemingly fast, it was not so, yet always unexpected.

In moments he should retreat and evade, he advanced instead.

Appearing flawed, when he should capitalize forward, he maneuvered backwards, ensuing endless Blade Light.

Zhang Fang made several attempts, all in vain.

Ultimately, relying on his Vajra Physique, he clashed head-on with the Blade Light.

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