Chapter 332: The Promotion Ceremony Is More of a Bastard

Chapter 332 "Promotion Ceremony" is more jerk than jerk

The evil threat from the sea was deafening, and the candidates hiding in the fields and swamps also heard it clearly, and they all looked in the direction of the sound.

"Now it's time to watch a good show!"

The dwarf ghost child sitting on the corpse of the "prey" winked at Shui Longyin leaning against the tree:

"Haha... How should the official ten clans focus on cultivating the object to respond to this provocation?"

The dark-eyed and bearded uncle sitting in the ruins stroked the little dog beside him, looking at the sea with an expressionless face, indifferent to the disputes of others.

The Gothic girl who landed on the dilapidated roof folded her black wings, facing the sea, and her heavily made-up face showed a lively interest.

Two figures hidden in the swamp and bushes gathered and talked about the excitement on the seaside:

"Whose hero is this? He dares to challenge the license holder official." The one who was half-ambushed in the swamp said.

"Stupid. The license holders are never soft persimmons. They are just very good at disguising themselves as peace elites to cover up their hypocritical and cruel true faces."

The man with heterochromatic eyes squatting on the treetop laughed:

"But I am also curious about what Qianlong Wuyong will do. Is he a hypocritical peace elite or a real bastard?"

The head in the swamp hesitated for a while: "Is there any difference?"

...

Inside the lighthouse.

Jiang Qian and Honghu Yufei have gathered with other official reserves as soon as possible to discuss responses to emergencies at sea.

Several people quickly reached a consensus: do their best to provide assistance to the three hostage colleagues.

Of course, the premise is that the loss is controllable. The idea of ​​saving people is beautiful, but the other party is well prepared. If it is not handled well, it will be a loss of both the wife and the army.

Therefore, the rescue plan becomes very critical.

The explosive devices set up by Honghu Yufei and others near the coast and the lighthouse in advance can be used for emergency defense and other necessary means.

The Beidou button camera placed by Jiang Qian above the coast before nightfall determined the location of the three sailboats, but could not provide the specific situation on the ship through the bird's-eye view.

"There are shielding props on the ship, we need to actually get close to observe." Honghu Yufei tried to find a breakthrough point for rescue.

"But to enter the observation range, we must pass through the waterway, and most of us are landlubbers..." Someone hesitated.

"So what? Let this bastard continue to humiliate our people?"

A reservist was indignant:

"I can use props to get close to the ship. As long as we detect the deployment of troops on the ship, we will have a way to break in! Fuck, we must let them remember that the official license holder is not someone he can arbitrarily blaspheme!"

"Don't be impulsive, there is more than one way."

Jiang Qian suddenly spoke, suppressing his colleagues' anger with a calm and determined look:

"Isn't that guy's target me?"

After saying this, everyone else fell silent in an instant.

Honghu Yufei frowned: "Brother Qianlong, you can't act on impulse at this time. Don't forget how high a price the Ten Clans paid for your smooth promotion. If you die at this critical moment, all our plans will fail!"

"Don't be nervous, I'm not that stupid."

Jiang Qian reached out and held the shoulders of Honghu Yufei and the reserve beside him, motioning everyone to gather together:

"What I mean is that we can use the other party's eager expectation of me to control the focus. Let's do this..."

On the sea, the three sailboats gradually merged with the dusk.

The release of the threat was noisy alone for a long time, and finally began to take action.

The reserve hostage suspended on the main ship was suddenly dropped, fell on the deck, and was lifted up by a forked fleshy "tentacle" around the neck.

With the sporadic firelight, the threatening voice laughed:

"Hidden dragon, don't use it. There should be a limit to the time you hesitate... It seems that I am still too polite to you. Then let's talk about it with means."

In the dark ship, there are figures gathering from the darkness, accompanied by rolling and uncertain hostility.

A thin and imperceptible ice-blue knife is controlled by a pair of dark and rough big hands against the chest of the reserve hostage.

The reserve lowered his head, his face was pale, and he seemed to have lost consciousness.

But when the ice-blue knife cut into his skin, the body of the reserve twitched violently, and then his head was raised, and he opened his eyes in shock.

Then, the ice-blue knife cut horizontally along a straight line...

The reserve struggled violently as if he had suffered indescribable torture. His veins popped all over his body, and his teeth were clenched to prevent himself from making a shameful wail.

The knife did not stab deep, but it seemed to bring extraordinary pain to the victim.

"Hidden Dragon, don't use it. You see, right? Your colleagues are suffering because of your weakness."

"Don't think I'm exaggerating. Look at this. It's a bone-eroding knife mined from the deep sea veins. It's a noble-quality item. Its most famous effect is to bring the opponent several times or even dozens of times more pain than the damage, making the shame of defeat unforgettable! I would like to call it the most perfect torture instrument, haha, hahaha..."

The other party enjoyed the fun of being the executioner and carrying out public executions, and provided technical explanations with great interest.

Along with these words, the three ships hidden in the darkness simultaneously heard wanton laughter.

This is a demonstration.

"Qianlong Wuyong will not be fooled by this. It's meaningless to save those three people. Their condition cannot support the battle at the Beast King stage."

Near the rice fields on the shore, the water dragon hummed with a clear ironic evaluation of the noisy sea surface.

"Don't underestimate these 'regular troops'. Among the official promotion resources, there is a kind of supply, which is the ginseng fruit from the tree tribe. It is said to have the miraculous effect of resurrection. I am sure that as long as they survive and enter the beast king stage, these three unlucky guys will have a chance to pass."

The dwarf strange boy spread his hands complacently:

"But I agree with your conclusion. I bet that kid will not show up at all. After all, this is too stupid."

As soon as the strange boy finished speaking, a device similar to a torpedo exploded near the sea: a huge splash of water bloomed near the beach, instantly attracting the attention of the executioner on the sailboat.

Then, a figure appeared alone on the shore where the waves were blooming.

The dwarf strange boy's eyes widened instantly:

"Qianlong Wuyong?!"

Qianlong Wuyong stood alone on the coast, dragging a small wooden boat with his left hand and holding a loudspeaker picked up from a nearby carpet in his right hand. He raised the loudspeaker with a calm expression and shook it towards the three sailboats, as a greeting.

Then he continued to drag the boat into the water, apparently intending to use it to meet the inviters on the three large sailboats.

After a few seconds of silence, the guy on the large sailboat let out a deafening laugh:

"Hahaha! Qianlong Wuyong, you are a licensed water expert, right? Swimming over directly, isn't it faster than your little broken boat?"

Qianlong Wuyong, who was pushing the wooden boat, freed his hands and pointed the electric horn at his mouth. After a piercing sonic boom, his voice successfully achieved the effect of the other party's super-species ability:

"Hey, hey... cough, you don't understand this, right? I'm afraid you'll be worried if I swim over. What if I hurt my colleagues again on the way? Wouldn't this trip be in vain?"

The implication: I'm here for the appointment, don't hurt anyone, otherwise I'll leave immediately.

"It's not in vain, it's not in vain! If you can't save the living, at least you can help them collect the bodies."

The other party came over sinisterly, but in fact, he was privately confirming Qianlong Wuyong's identity and appearance across the sea and locking the target.

"Are you mentally retarded?"

Qianlong Wuyong jumped onto the boat, holding up the horn, picked up a paddle and pointed at the direction of the three boats and cursed:

"This is a promotion ceremony, not your ancestral grave. I am here to collect a ghost's body!"

"You?!"

The other party was speechless for a while by this unexpected insult.

"Don't talk nonsense, wait for your grandfather to come and clean up the house."

After Qianlong Wuyong finished speaking, he threw down the horn and started rowing with a wooden paddle...

The three boats were suddenly silent, and many people were already angry.

"TMLGBD! Is this person Qianlong Wuyong?"

"It should be, the facial features are correct..."

The black shadows gathered on the boat couldn't help talking to each other, with angry or hesitant tones.

"Didn't the intelligence say that the bastard doesn't talk much?"

"Well, talking little doesn't mean he's polite..."

"Could he be a disguised person? Some disguise props can also achieve a high degree of similarity with the original person. This guy might be a fake!"

"...Don't worry about that. Whether this person is Qianlong Wuyong or not, I will kill him!"

The burly executioner stuck out his long tongue, picked up the hostage with blood on his chest, raised it towards the boat, and slashed the hostage with a knife one after another, deliberately venting his anger.

The sound of the sharp weapon cutting through the flesh, the hostage's struggle, and the executioner's sneer were all amplified by his weird ability and spread in all directions.

"Alas, grandson! You'd better be slow when you do it, don't kill someone by accident, your grandfather will turn around and retreat now!"

Qianlong Wuyong's voice confronted him through the loudspeaker.

Seeing that the muscles on the left chest of his colleague were all torn open and the tip of the knife was aimed at the heart, Qianlong Wuyong's voice stopped.

"Hahahaha, that's right! If you dare to say another word, I will kill him now."

The arrogant laughter was distorted by excitement again, and the verbal threats and actions were equally important, as if he had accurately grasped the opponent's lifeline:

"Don't pretend to be absent-minded, Qianlong Wuyong, since you can come here for the hostage, it means you have already lost!"

Before he said that, the small boat surrounding Qianlong Wuyong exploded without warning!

The boat and the people were all dragged into the water by the whirlpool and disappeared in an instant.

Everyone's attention was focused here. In the continuous silence, the arm that was tightening the hostage trembled slightly, and then the torturer's crazy laughter came!

The laughter was deafening, weird and unbridled, and terrifying.

As the laughter slowly stopped, the executioner said a shocking sentence:

"Hahaha... No matter who you are, your death will be paid by Qianlong Wuyong!"

He looked down at the whirlpool that swallowed up the people and the boat, and laughed secretly.

The figures on the boat suddenly exclaimed:

"Isn't it Qianlong Wuyong who died?!"

"As expected, it's just a scapegoat."

"It would be strange if Qianlong Wuyong really came in such an obvious trap."

"Wait, where is the real Qianlong Wuyong?"

However, at this moment, the hostages suspended on the other two sailboats suddenly disappeared as the flames went out!

"What's going on..."

"Where are the hostages?"

"Damn, someone is attacking us!"

As the other figures hiding in the darkness turned their heads, the water surface, which had calmed down, suddenly began to roll and surge, which successfully distracted the opponent's attention again.

On the main ship, there were continuous screams of being attacked from the darkness.

The burly executioner holding the hostage turned around and looked around. The "own people" who were originally gathered around him seemed to have suddenly disappeared one after another!

In such a change, he was not panicked at all, but his eyes showed a stronger murderous intent! He pointed the ice-blue knife tip at the heart of the hostage in his hand, ready to fight to the death, when a voice came close to his ear: "Stop!"

Honghu Yufei blocked the executioner's ice-blue bone-eroding knife with the shield in his hand, cleverly took the hostage in his hand, and quickly passed it to the official license holder who was acting together.

The rescued hostages were quickly taken away from the scene by the well-trained official reserve.

"Official license holder..."

This completely angered the opponent, and fierce and deadly attacks came one after another, forcing Honghu Yufei to retreat continuously.

But even so, he did not forget to put psychological pressure on the opponent: "The disciple is better than the master, Tushe, you are much more promising than your big brother Tulong!"

"Do you know my big brother? You are Qianlong Wuyong?!" The burly black shadow called Tushe suddenly stopped and asked with hatred.

At the same time, his speed slowed down to accumulate strength, hatred crawled all over his face, and the characteristics of the giant lizard slowly manifested in his original upright posture.

Tushe is the brother of the Black Alliance leader "Tulong" who was killed by Jiang Qian and Ye Xiaojing in the "Metamorphosis Incident".

The account of killing his brother was naturally counted on Qianlong Wuyong.

If there was no such deep hatred, Tushe would not risk accelerating the mutation to forcefully enter the promotion ceremony.

"Unfortunately, I'm not!"

Honghu Yufei took the opportunity to retreat and told the truth: "The one you sucked into the sea is the one!"

Tushe was stunned, and the gloomy smile returned to his face: "That's really unfortunate!"

"Unfortunate?" Honghu Yufei pretended to be puzzled.

"Hahaha, Qianlong Wuyong can't come back. Compared with these three ships, the underwater ambush is the highlight I prepared for him!"

Tushe raised his head, his tone implying madness and arrogance at the same time:

"Since you are an official license holder, you should have heard of a prop called 'deep-water gyroscope'..."

Honghu Yufei frowned: "Deep-water gyroscope cursed by strange energy?"

"Hahaha, it seems that you know the goods! It's this..."

Tulong pounced on Honghu Yufei complacently:

"Any prey attacked by the deep-sea gyroscope will be swept away by its own obsession and fall into madness or eternal sleep! And my brothers waiting underwater will help him and send him to the west!"

The fatal attacks were fierce, and Honghu Yufei was forced to retreat again and again. His fighting will was shaken, and this shake came from the worry about Qianlong Wuyong's life.

However, just as Tushe finished speaking, the deck where the two were located exploded with a loud bang!

Before Tushe could come to his senses, he was grabbed by the throat by the figure rushing out from the water, pushed back off the sailboat, and pressed into the waves.

"Qianlong Wuyong?!"

Honghu Yufei chased after them, and saw the two figures falling into the water and disappearing, and he was surprised and happy:

Qianlong Wuyong, it's okay!

But then, he heard a reminder of the prop unbinding:

[Hint: The True Spirit Spider Web has been unilaterally terminated by the main contractor! ]

"This guy..."

Honghu Yufei sighed secretly, knowing that Jiang Qian's intention was not to involve the safety of other colleagues because of the contract props.

In this rescue operation, the True Spirit Spider Web prop that Jiang Qian obtained in the "Containment" copy was used.

The seven soldiers were divided into two groups. Jiang Qian himself was responsible for delaying and attracting the enemy's attention, while the other six people, led by Honghu Yufei, used water and air props to circle around the sailboat; then they intervened from the flank where the defense was relatively weak, and with their well-trained formation, they quickly defeated the enemy and rescued the hostages.

With the help of the props, the seven people's five senses were connected. When Jiang Qian approached the big ship, he had already grasped the situation inside the ship through his colleagues who had sneaked into the ship.

All his exaggerated words were to cover for his colleagues.

As for the hostages being injured, it was also an inevitable price, a choice after weighing the pros and cons.

Fortunately, the number of tribes in the Black Alliance who were qualified to enter the promotion ceremony was limited, and their strength was uneven, and they were not a force to be reckoned with. No more serious losses were caused during the entire operation.

"Yu Fei, where is Qianlong Wuyong?" At this time, a colleague came to remind, "The hostages have been safely evacuated, are you going?"

"Qianlong Wuyong is still down there... You go first, I'll stay to meet you." Honghu Yu Fei answered decisively.

Underwater, there was chaos.

Tushe watched in disbelief as the bodies that had not yet sunk to the bottom and the floating, broken huge gyroscope...

What's going on? What just happened here? ! My props, my brother... Tushe was dumbfounded, unable to utter a word, and felt as if his chest was struck by lightning.

The answer was obvious.

Because at this time, he finally saw the appearance of Jiang Qian's three-state fusion.

The blue wings glided in the water, snake scales crawled all over the skin, and the blades formed by the fangs in his hands flashed a terrifying luster. The huge sense of oppression made him unable to believe that the other party was just a three-state fusion license holder!

No, it's impossible... At this time, Tushe was no longer bluffing, but had a strange expression and was full of doubt.

He couldn't guess how Qianlong Wuyong broke the curse of the deep-sea gyroscope, and how he quickly killed his trusted accomplice. He couldn't believe what he saw!

This time, Qianlong Wuyong on the opposite side didn't bother to say a word to him.

The compact and efficient attack occupied all the time that followed.

Using all possible means, a dense shadow of terror gradually formed in Tushe's heart...

Ten minutes later, he was dragged onto the deck like a dead dog, and the ice-blue bone-eroding knife was already in the hands of his enemy.

Then, he was hung on the mast of the main ship in a confused manner as an official hostage.

Same operation, same position.

The only thing that changed was the identity of the executioner and the executed.

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