Alibuda Chronicles Part 2: Volume 8, Chapter 3

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Chapter Three: The Giant Shark's Blade.

The ravages of the storm had ended. I stood there, smug, looking down at Yu Hong, naked and sprawled on the ground. I saw her long, limp legs, her bruised, snow-white buttocks, and the tender anus between her buttocks, slowly releasing white fluid. I felt incredibly satisfied.

To completely conquer a woman's body and soul, especially a woman of considerable strength, felt wonderful. Unfortunately, I wasn't that self-absorbed. If I were foolish enough to believe Yu Hong could be subdued by such defilement, I would be burned to a crisp before leaving this cave.

Yu Hong was stubborn and had many weaknesses. Getting her to submit temporarily wasn't difficult, but truly subduing her was a long process. However, I thoroughly enjoyed this feeling of taming her. Whether Yu Hong submitted to me was no longer the point; her resistance and my oppression were themselves a highly exhilarating process.

(Hmm, if Master Xin Deng knew I was treating his precious disciple like this, I wonder what he would think…

Thinking about it carefully, Master Xin Deng hasn't actually treated me badly; he's been quite kind to me in Sara City. Doing this to his female disciple will really look bad when it gets exposed. Unfortunately, we met in the wrong order, otherwise, out of consideration for him, I might have spared the Japanese sisters. Now… since I've already done it, a meeting is bound to be awkward anyway, so I might as well go all the way and finish off the older sister too.

A basic warning and a show of force are absolutely necessary, so…) I adopted a haughty demeanor, telling Yu Hong that she was controlled by my evil magic, possessed by a lustful spirit, and could never escape it. No matter how much she struggled, it would be futile. I told her to give up, because this was her destined fate. After saying this, I laughed loudly and kicked her twice.

I wasn't a pervert when I deliberately said these words… okay, I admit I was a pervert… but speaking in this tone was to continuously instill shadows and pressure in Yu Hong, to twist her heart that yearned for light, and ultimately change it into the shape I wanted.

The dreams of the past few days, today's blow—I had sown them into her heart. The seeds deep in the field should be gradually sprouting.

I hope to instill in her subconscious the idea that no matter how much she improves or breaks through, she will ultimately be unable to resist me; I am someone she can never defeat. Once this image is deeply rooted in her heart, the convincing work will be complete.

Implanting this absurd idea into someone's heart is not easy, but even the bitterest medicine, with the right touch of sweetness, can be swallowed willingly. And this brainwashing technique is a secret magic word passed down in the Farrell family: "fate." When people experience excessive suffering, they often attribute it to "destiny." Using the word "determination" to comfort oneself, thus healing psychological wounds, and then... one becomes content with the status quo and stops progressing. Fate, though an ethereal and elusive concept, is ranked alongside "there's always tomorrow" as one of the two most potent psychological anesthetics to damage human rationality. Looking back at the Farrell family's ancestors, almost every generation was adept at administering these anesthetics, especially to beautiful women.

Ironically, successful drug lords usually don't use drugs themselves, so my twisted father earnestly warned me when I was young that no matter what happens, never use fate as an excuse, and never succumb to fate.

"...Especially son, you must remember this: when a person possesses enough power... he becomes strong. When a turning point arrives, he can rely on his own strength and wisdom to transcend fate and destiny, overturning and changing his predetermined fate."

It was rare for this perverted father to be so serious, but I didn't think it was some kind of bright life guidance; it was just a drug dealer's warning to his descendants not to steal his drugs.

Yu Hong probably didn't have a drug-dealing father; in fact, who knows what kind of person her father was? So when I finished speaking those words with a sinister grin, her limbs were weak and powerless... She even tried fiercely to bite me, but when I lightly tapped her finger, she clutched her stomach, cried, rolled away, and went on her own.

To make the performance even more dramatic, I had intended to stomp on her head and say a few arrogant words—after all, she had slapped me a dozen times before, my face was swollen, so giving her a little pain would even things out. However, as soon as I lifted my foot, seeing Yu Hong's tear-filled eyes and disheveled golden hair, I couldn't bring myself to do it.

As I left the cave, I looked back; Yu Hong had already sat up, but her weak limbs couldn't support her weight, one hand still clutching her lower abdomen, and she was bent over... The pain from bending over, though quickly subsiding, still lingered with considerable force, and on her fair, bare back, the phoenix-blooded wasp, almost flying off, was so vibrant red it seemed to drip blood.

This was a truly unforgettable scene…

Leaving the cave, I headed back towards the dining hall, wondering how to explain my swollen, pig-like face, when I suddenly bumped into several familiar sea people. They were running frantically towards the dining hall.

Seeing them panting heavily, I stopped them and asked what was wrong. They said something had happened in the village and they needed the village leaders to come and help.

Looking up, I saw a commotion in the distance . The sound rang out, clearly someone had already relayed the message. A cloud of dust billowed towards us from the mess hall. The Four Great Warriors, upon hearing the village needed help, grabbed their knives, forks, sticks, and clubs without a word, and rushed out like the wind.

I met them on the road, but didn't see Ah Xue or Chief Kato. I heard one was staying behind and the other was out fishing. I decided not to rush back and joined them to see what was happening. After running for a while, we arrived at a village near the mess hall, where a conflict was raging. The villagers were shouting and confronting the rebel soldiers, but they didn't even have weapons. Without them, they were clearly at a disadvantage.

Civilians fighting soldiers never end well, but when four burly men with furrowed brows charged in like dragons and tigers, the situation immediately changed. The dozen or so soldiers, seeing the four fierce figures before them, all retreated in fear, their bravado masking their inner timidity. We seized the opportunity to inquire and learned that these soldiers had been drunk and had broken into a villager's house in the middle of the night, stealing chickens to roast and eat, leading to the conflict.

I hadn't expected it to be such a trivial matter; my initial plan to watch the spectacle immediately lost its appeal.

As for me, a soldier... From the perspective of someone with a background in the military, it's common for the army to requisition civilian supplies. If soldiers don't eat the people's food, then whose food do they eat? This is just requisitioning a few chickens; they didn't steal anyone's rice bin, nor did they confiscate the rice seeds someone used for planting rice seedlings, nor did they take away someone's daughter whom they had painstakingly raised. After they finished, they threw the dismantled door panels back. As it stands, they are already behaving very well. I even think the residents of Donghai are making a fuss over nothing and are extremely bored.

Of course, if it were a rebellious army that was "acting for the people and upholding justice," then... This incident is indeed somewhat embarrassing. But things in this world aren't always good. The rebel soldiers are human too; fighting the Black Dragon Society all day and only eating the monotonous rations we provide is tiresome for anyone. Coming here for a few chickens doesn't warrant such a commotion. If these people hadn't been fighting so hard, allowing the Black Dragon Society to intervene, it wouldn't just be a few chickens missing, but the entire army would have been wiped out.

The best course of action would have been for everyone to "endure for the sake of the country" and back down, but things have developed in the opposite direction to my expectations. It seems that because they sensed the commotion here… Suddenly, a large group of soldiers rushed out from the military camp, hundreds of them, armed with knives and guns. They arrived in an instant and surrounded us. Over a hundred torches flickered outside, filled with hostility and malice; it felt like being on a battlefield.

This wasn't the first time the mess hall had clashed with the resistance. Last time, the Four Great Warriors joined forces and routed those good-for-nothings. It was only thanks to Neon's arrival that the resistance was held back. Now, Yu Ni was still "seriously injured and unconscious." Yu Hong... was probably still clutching her stomach in pain; it would be a miracle if she could come to help.

Hmm, perhaps I shouldn't jump to conclusions too soon.

Of the hundred or so people surrounding us, most were militia members from out of town. These militia members, mostly mercenaries and trackers, had been holding a grudge for missing the last time the canteen had sheltered an escaped convict, and were eager to get revenge. Now, not only had they come to join the encirclement, but they had also brought out their most prized heavy weapons.

It's understandable that the resistance's funds were insufficient and the soldiers' equipment rudimentary, but some of the mercenaries came from outside the island, having spent years fighting on various battlefields, and their weapons and armor were far superior. As they gathered, about a dozen of them were equipped with powerful magical crossbows with explosive destructive force. One large man even wore "Fortress Heavy Armor," a high-priced item on the black market, whose thick armor offered excellent protection, and was further enhanced by numerous magical weapons. Once activated, it was practically a mobile mini-fortress—truly formidable.

The mere sight of these powerful weapons caused even the Four Great Warriors to change their expressions. The eldest, Shizang, blinked his single, piercing eye; the youngest, Wanzang, clenched his fists, unable to hide his unease.

Even a tiger can't fight a troop of monkeys. Although the four of them were skilled in martial arts, whether they could withstand these weapons with their raw power and speed was still uncertain, especially since the experienced mercenaries had immediately seized the encirclement position, vaguely forming a square formation. Attacking any point would provoke a hail of counterattacks, making it difficult to act rashly.

Moreover… within this encirclement, besides the Four Heavenly Kings, there were also innocent villagers…

and moreover… within this encirclement, besides those innocent villagers, there was me.

(Damn it, they've even brought out Rosetta's heavily armored tortoise shell. We can't win this head-on

. I'm made of flesh and blood, I have to choose a side... On the battlefield, life and death are decided in an instant. It's understandable to hide some strength or equipment to save your life in an emergency. But... when we were dealing with the Black Dragon Society, they hid these powerful weapons and didn't use them. Now they're using them to suppress civilians and plunder supplies. These soldiers are really... damn brave!

Just as the situation was tense and the standoff between the two sides was about to break out, suddenly a huge roar tore through the air, like the roar of a tiger, making everyone's ears ring.)

"What are you doing!"

Ever since becoming part of the mess hall, and being trained by Sergeant Tenzo's beatings and scoldings, my ears should be quite accustomed to noise. But this whistling sound from afar made me feel dizzy and unsteady. A startle ran through my dazed mind, and I knew it was the result of being struck by a master's refined internal energy. Looking up, I saw a tall, imposing figure blocking our way.

Looking at this figure from behind, I vaguely felt he looked familiar, yet he was completely unfamiliar.

Familiarity wasn't surprising, because I... I've known this man for some time now; yet he feels unfamiliar, because I've never seen such an aura in him before, and I never imagined that one day I would see this figure standing before me like a towering mountain, its imposing presence sweeping away an entire army.

This isn't surprising, really. In terms of physique, he's already taller than the Four Heavenly Kings, even surpassing the imposing stature of Shizang. But now, he's no longer hunched over, no longer hunched over. When he steps forward with his head held high, that dazzling radiance and extraordinary charm, unlike that of ordinary people, naturally emanates from him.

"What's going on here? When I joined the army, the regulations should have clearly stated that if you want to eat, you should come to the mess hall. Providing food is the responsibility of our cooks, not the civilians!"

Kato Taka carried a shark on his shoulder, a full three meters long and weighing at least several hundred kilograms, clearly his catch from his recent trip to sea. He carried the giant shark on one shoulder as if nothing was wrong, and although his tone was calm, it concealed his anger.

If it weren't for his deliberate indifference, people would easily hear the dissatisfaction in his voice. Unfortunately, because of his public kneeling last time, these soldiers seemed to regard him as someone they could bully at will, not only mocking him but also demanding that he be sensible and kneel down to apologize.

"Weapons exist to protect people; those who use force to harm the defenseless are called bandits; those in the army are called 'military bandits.' Have you misdirected your guns? Did you travel all the way to the East Sea just to point your guns at the common people?"

Kato Taka's voice wasn't loud, but it resonated with everyone nearby, even the swords in the soldiers' hands vibrated. His tone wasn't fierce, nor was it threatening, but it was far more intimidating than the black sergeant's shovel-wielding shouts. It was like a battle-hardened general instructing his mighty army.

Unfortunately, whether due to their stupidity or their overconfidence in their strength, which had lowered their intelligence to below par, the soldiers displayed an arrogant attitude, saying that in this world, the strong rule and the weak are prey to the strong; if soldiers didn't eat the common people, who would they eat… Hmm, that sounds familiar, making me a little embarrassed.

"We left our fiefdom and came to this godforsaken place to make a name for ourselves and establish our military achievements. Unlike you cowards of the East Sea, who cower at the sight of a ghost ship, we'd rather be the ones to... ugh!"

No one saw what happened. All they knew was that the arrogant officer's face suddenly caved in, unable to utter a sound, and he collapsed dead in a miserable state.

This action was merely the trigger. The mercenaries present might not have been sharp enough, but their professional reflexes honed over years on the battlefield were still above average. The moment they sensed something amiss, before their brains even registered what was happening, their bodies reacted automatically, creating a safe distance and firing magical arrows into the encirclement.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

More than a dozen dazzling streaks of light shot through the air in quick succession. These magical arrows didn't rely on high-speed rapid fire for their destructive power; rather, they destroyed their targets through powerful explosions during and upon impact. Each arrow possessed the power to obliterate everything within a radius of several feet around its blast point. Logically, the villagers and I within the encirclement should have been immediately engulfed in deadly explosions and intense flames.

But this expected scenario didn't occur. All the magical arrows, before exploding, hissed and vanished, their dazzling brilliance seemingly extinguished by some unknown force. Swallowed by unseen darkness, everything was reduced to nothingness. Those of us within the encirclement could only see streaks of multicolored light shooting towards us, only to mysteriously vanish from afar – a truly wondrous sight.

To ordinary people, these were miracles; so were I, for like those around me, could only watch, not see the swift movements of a top-tier master entering that world of incredible speed. Yet, my mind understood what was happening. I knew that Chief Kato was drawing his sword with lightning speed, intercepting the attack before the naked eye could see, just as Li Huamei had saved me and Ah Xue in the Southern Barbarian lands.

(Hmm, this attack pattern is exactly the same as hers back then. In that case… the next move will be a switch from defense to offense, a thunderous strike.

As if confirming my guess, when the enemy's strongest mobile fortress began firing heavy weapons in this direction, a chilling wave instantly tore through the atmosphere, like some silent thunderbolt striking the earth. We only vaguely saw a flash of a gray-white giant shadow, like a giant shark emerging from the water, choosing its prey.

Then…

the only thing we could be sure of was that heavy, solid…) The fortified mobile stronghold, along with its inhabitants, slowly, very slowly split in two…

Exclamations and the chaotic sound of fleeing footsteps rang out simultaneously. That kind of mobile stronghold-type heavy armor, even bombarded with magical crossbow bolts, couldn't be destroyed in a short time; it was high-end stuff on the arms market. How much power would be needed to cleave it in two with a single blow?

Leng Linglan's Overlord's Blade of the Sea couldn't do it, nor could Yu Hong's Beast King Fist. Perhaps only Ryan Buffett's Shattered Dream Blade possessed such power. In other words…

However, my surprise wasn't due to Kato Taka's power level, but rather because I saw the corpse cleaved in two, along with the broken heavy armor. One half seemed to have been slashed a thousand times, with numerous knife marks slowly emerging before it shattered; the other half, however, appeared to have been kneaded by some extremely powerful force, twisting and deforming from the inside out.

The extremes of hardness and softness, achieved in a single strike—on this yellow earth, only one divine skill could exhibit such characteristics.

It's on par with the Farrell family's Xuanwu True Skill… the Earthly Overlord Technique of the Supreme Heaven and Earth Technique!

The secret martial art of the Golden Dragon Clan of the East Sea!

This grain requisition incident caused a stir. Requisitioning military rations from the common people is commonplace in all countries, and those "requisitioned" are mostly angry but dare not speak out; it's rare to encounter such a formidable opponent.

Normally, in such a situation, other soldiers and the local military would stand up for the fallen soldiers, not out of any sense of justice, but because if people learned to resist, how would resources be mobilized in the future?

How would they find amusement?

But this time was different. Facing a master who could destroy a mobile fortress with a single strike, anyone who dared to confront him head-on must be an extraordinary warrior. So the soldiers chose to remain silent. However, everyone was puzzled as to why the military headquarters also chose to keep a low profile, only issuing a simple reprimand to the soldiers who had participated that night, without taking any other action.

If it weren't for the information revealed by that single strike, I would have thought, like most people, that the local military headquarters was intimidated by Kato Taka's formidable martial arts. But from that strike, I recognized the unique effect of the Earthly Domination Technique. Clearly, Kato Taka was connected to Li Huamei. Coupled with the fact that I had heard he was once a high-ranking general in the resistance, I was certain that the local military headquarters had known of this master's existence for a long time, and even the older generation of soldiers and civilians knew about him. Therefore

, it was always the newcomers from out of town who caused the conflicts. The problem remained unresolved. I tried to find out more in the mess hall, but this became a sensitive topic. As soon as I opened my mouth, I became the focus of everyone's attention, especially that black guy, Juzo, whose sharp eyes were like blades shooting straight at me.

"Brother Mei, this is the fish soup I just cooked. Try it and see how it tastes."

It was Kato Taka who eased the awkward atmosphere. The Seven Treasures Fish Soup he brought was made from the leftovers and scraps from cooking fresh fish, but one bite revealed that this soup was anything but ordinary.

Fish liver, fins, roe, gills, stomach, skin, and scraps of fish meat—seven different ingredients, prepared differently—by grilling, blanching, simmering, or boiling. Each ingredient had a different cooking method and a different serving time, requiring considerable skill and time to prepare. All seven treasures were gathered in one bowl, the warm, clear white broth exuding a rich aroma. The warm broth melted in the mouth, leaving a comforting warmth and a lingering fragrance. All the essence of the entire fresh fish was contained within it.

"The Boss's cooking skills are truly unparalleled."

This flattery wasn't unfounded. Long before I knew Kato Taka possessed formidable martial arts skills, I was already deeply impressed by his masterful culinary artistry. I'd heard that the Four Great Warriors were all self-taught, and all their culinary skills were taught by the Boss, which was why I held him in such high esteem. I believed this rumor, but now I think that the Four Great Warriors learned more than just cooking from Kato Taka; they probably even received his martial arts instruction.

The incident of requisitioning military supplies was like a key, unlocking a door in Kato Taka's heart. The day after that incident, he returned to his usual demeanor, still smiling with that honest and kind smile, cooking up delicious dishes with his large hands. But the timid look was gone; instead, he spent more time alone, deep in thought, slicing things.

I didn't know what he was thinking, but I sensed an unapproachable aura about him when he was contemplating, just like the expression on his face when he served me soup.

“Brother Mei, every place has its own culture and taboos. These things aren’t always easy to understand. But one day, when you can integrate into the local customs and become one of them, you’ll understand.” His

warm smile held a distant politeness. The crimson dragon emblem with the character “特” on Kato Taka’s arm shone so brightly in my eyes, yet felt so out of place.

Without integrating into their customs and becoming one of them, I naturally couldn’t understand why Kato Taka, possessing such formidable martial arts skills, was content to retire and live as an unknown cook. And why, seeing his allies suffer defeat after defeat and the Black Dragon Society’s power grow increasingly rampant, did he willingly remain indifferent? I had no

way of knowing these reasons. However, the next day I met Mao Yan’an, who enthusiastically asked me about Kato Taka, wanting to know about the daily life of this influential figure. After I gave him a brief account, he exclaimed that he was indeed a man of few words.

"What's there to hide? You're the one who told me Kato Taka was once a high-ranking officer in the resistance. You already knew he knew martial arts, so why do you act like you know nothing?"

"You don't understand. I don't admire his martial arts skills, I admire his past deeds. You probably don't know, do you? This head chef once didn't love his country but loved a woman. He was so angry for her that he turned against Marshal Li, defected from the resistance, and retired into seclusion."

"So angry for a woman? That's interesting, Uncle. Explain it more clearly."

It's not that my intelligence-gathering ability is weak, but Mao Yan'an's paperwork in handling military affairs here gives him far more opportunities to access secret documents and learn about old stories than I do. Although I spend all my time in the mess hall and see Kato Taka, I still have to learn about this leader's past deeds from Mao Yan'an.

"Recently, I hooked up with a spinster section chief over there. We slept together a few times after drinking, and she told me everything. This head chef, he was the father of Marshal Li... the current Marshal Li Huamei. When Marshal Li was choosing his successor, he personally selected him from the ranks of soldiers, trained him, taught him martial arts, and helped him accumulate merits to become the top general of the Dragon God Clan. He even passed on the Dragon-Slaying Blade, the treasure of the East Sea, to him... Back then, this head chef was handsome and dashing, a top figure in this area. Countless young girls were infatuated with him, hoping to catch his eye."

Mao Yan'an's words vaguely depicted a scene from that time.

The young and handsome Kato Taka, with his superb martial arts skills, the Dragon-Slaying Blade at his waist, and the authority of elite troops, repeatedly made great achievements in the war against the Black Dragon Society, becoming the envy of everyone. Every time he returned in triumph, countless enthusiastic young girls gathered at the dock, cheering for their hero and casting undisguised glances of love at him.

"No joke. I heard the cook was quite the ruthless character back in the day. Every time he returned victorious, he'd make a wine cup from an enemy's skull, and then, upon disembarking, he'd take a young girl from the dock, drinking from that bone cup and celebrating his victory with the precious first night of that virgin."

"Rape?"

"Oh, only unworthy soldiers do that. Back then, countless women wanted to offer themselves to the cook, and the women who spent the night with him became the envy of their comrades. That charm, and that eye to tell if someone was a virgin at a glance... Nephew, how come he seems more like a descendant of the Farrell family than you?"

"That's not the point."

With that kind of charm, it was naturally icing on the cake. At the time, Marshal Li, who led the resistance, even planned to marry his young daughter, Huamei, to him to show his respect for this disciple. That way, he would easily gain control of the resistance. It could be said that there was no more enviable young hero than him.

However, just as Kato Taka reached the pinnacle of his life, he met a woman and fell deeply in love with her. Despite being a playboy with countless romantic escapades, he was completely immersed in this beautiful romance, unable to extricate himself…

“Wait, could that woman be from the Black Dragon Society?”

“Nephew, I truly admire you. How can you be so accurate in predicting someone’s misfortune?”

"It's probably because I'm bad."

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