As Xiang Tong saw everyone retreat to safety, he cast a sidelong glance at the Wokou disembarking in the distance, a playful smirk slowly curling on his lips, revealing the hidden side of his personality.
"Before, we only saw descriptions of Wokou in ancient history. Today, I'll write history with my own hands."
"Indeed, history written in bold strokes, by our own hands, is most fitting."
After Xu Jiacan finished speaking, he wished it was he who was striking now.
The captain and Lan Tianyao, however, promptly held him back.
"Hey, don't be so hasty. It will be our turn soon enough."
Hearing the captain's words, Xu Jiacan seemed to snap back to reality and stopped struggling.
Everyone looked back at the sea. The Wokou could no longer wait, scrambling over the ship's railings and jumping into the knee-deep seawater.
"Heh heh."
Fatty, fearing Xu Jiacan would act foolishly again, used his advantage to pull him closer.
Xu Jiacan came to his senses and cooperatively stretched his neck to look at the Wokou in the distance, his eyes full of anticipation.
Anticipating an early strike.
Meng Qishan secretly nudged Qi He's arm and asked in a low voice, "Xiaoqi, the Wokou have disembarked. Aren't we going to engage them?"
Meng Yuluo and Meng Yutang also leaned in and reminded him in hushed tones, "There are too many Wokou. Should we inform the thousand-household commander in advance?"
Although Qi He was also uncertain, trust, once rooted, would grow into a towering tree.
He trusted Sister Xin Ci, and today he had to change his address; he trusted his wife, as well as her senior brothers and sisters.
Seeing Qi He remain silent, Meng Qishan and Meng Yuluo's mouths kept curving upwards. The more they looked, the more inscrutable it became, leaving them even more confused.
Xiang Tong's eyes were fixed ahead, his gaze growing more fervent. To call it a lecherous gaze at a beautiful woman would not be an exaggeration.
Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah!
This description of Xiang Tong was too unfair.
After all, Xiang Tong was a tall and mighty strong man.
And what were those opposite him?
Even two of them together would doubt if they reached one meter ninety?
Xiang Tong, however, paid no mind to what others were thinking. He waited until most of the Wokou from the large ships had jumped down.
The ones who had disembarked first were already nearing the pine forest.
He then let out a wicked smile and took a few quick steps forward.
Seeing Xiang Tong face to face with the Wokou, Fatty had a sudden idea. He pouted his large backside and sprawled on the ground.
He even solemnly used his chubby hands to measure up and down.
"Fatty, what are you doing?"
"I just want to see how much of a height difference there is between Mayor Xiang and those Wokou?"
"Xiang Tong is one ninety-one," Lan Tianyao stated Xiang Tong's exact height offhand.
"Damn it, look at this bunch of shorties opposite. Who gave them the courage to come ashore? Damn it, even if I lie down and don't look up, I can't see them."
"Their mothers!"
Xiang Tong ignored the two jesters behind him, his eyes playfully fixed on the Wokou charging towards him, brandishing their swords and yelling "Aoo!"
He silently calculated the precise distance.
When the swords in the Wokou's hands seemed about to fall on his waist, he saw a blur before his eyes.
Xiang Tong bent down, his fists plunging directly into the wet sea sand.
Following this was a wave of wails that shocked the surroundings.
"Ah~ ah~"
"Ah ah ah."
"Ah ah~"
Qi He and the others saw the Wokou convulsing like they had epilepsy, their bodies trembling, their necks strained as they screamed, as if they would collapse at any moment.
"...Damn it, what's going on?"
Those who were quick to react were already muttering.
Fortunately, they were accustomed to life and death; otherwise, so many Wokou having seizures simultaneously would have startled them.
"What is this?" Qi He seemed to discern something.
"Today is a joyous occasion for you and Xin Ci, and it's not appropriate to see blood," the captain said, then took something from his storage ring and threw it to Xiang Tong.
"Mayor Xiang, catch."
Looking at the crystal core flying towards him, Xiang Tong's eyes shone brighter than the core itself, and the slight fatigue that had just arisen vanished completely.
Lan Tianyao stared at the crystal core flashing in the sunlight and roared with gritted teeth, "Xiang Tong, Long Teng, you two scoundrels actually leveled up to level four behind my back."
Hearing Lan Tianyao's roar, the captain felt no guilt; he was already level five.
But he still had to say, "Hey, hey, Boss Lan, let's keep our voices down. We can discuss any matters after we finish our important business."
Lan Tianyao: He had to try harder and harder to catch up to these two... He then glanced resentfully at Fatty and Xu Jiacan, suspecting their abilities were no lower than level four.
He...
Xiang Tong quickly absorbed the energy from the crystal core, and the lightning energy within his body was instantly replenished.
Then, before the Wokou could even comprehend what was happening, he plunged his fists into the sea sand again.
"Ah ah ah~"
Following the heart-piercing screams, the Wokou running at the front almost collapsed on the wet sand, lifeless.
The Wokou following behind, sensing something was wrong, turned and tried to run back.
"Now it's our turn to act," the captain said, simultaneously unleashing his ice-elemental abilities.
In an instant, the seawater, which had not completely receded, visibly began to freeze.
The ice layer grew thicker and thicker.
Most of these Wokou were barefoot. Suddenly, their soles transitioned from the soft sand to the ice surface without any warning.
Any Wokou who could move seemed to be struck by lightning, pausing for a moment, then running back as if they had seen a ghost.
Lan Tianyao, brimming with anger with nowhere to release it, saw this and hurled fireballs one after another as if they were free.
My goodness, some of the Wokou were slow to react, their bare feet still frozen in the ice, when their heads were smashed by fireballs.
Seeing the Wokou cry out in pain, the soldiers hidden in the pine forest shifted their admiring gazes from Xiang Tong to the captain and Lan Tianyao.
"As expected of Xin Ci's senior brothers, each of them is exceptionally skilled."
As Meng Yuting spoke, an old soldier beside him hastily added, "Were they all trained by immortals? Otherwise, how could they possess such skills?"
Meng Yuting recalled an instance where he personally saw Xin Ci flying through the air with Ning'er and nodded silently.
Up ahead, Fatty pinched his nose and complained repeatedly, "The smell of burnt meat is too awful, I feel like throwing up."
Xiang Tong glanced at him. "Why don't you go?"
"Alright, I was waiting for you to say that, hahaha."
In a flash, Fatty's large physique shot forward.
Not far ahead, the Wokou were still yelling gibberish.
Fatty frowned in disgust and roared, "So annoying, shut up, all of you!"
The Wokou still making a last-ditch effort felt a sense of dread that something was wrong. They saw the sea beach beneath their feet collapse without warning.