<h4>Chapter 2353: Chapter 2353: Formation and Martial Arts</h4>
"This group is not ordinary." Julius Reed held down Trent Marsh’s knife and looked at Isaak Ridge, "I’ve never heard of your name. Someone like you shouldn’t be unknown."
"Do you know why?" Isaak Ridge retorted.
"Because everyone who’s seen you is dead, right?" Julius Reed said, staring into Isaak Ridge’s eyes.
"As expected of Julius Reed! I used to hear you were the best in the world, and I didn’t believe it, but today, I do." Isaak Ridge cocked his gun, slowly raising the muzzle.
"Lord Theodore Marsh, don’t want to give it a try?" he taunted.
"Just right, I want your lives!" Trent Marsh suddenly disappeared on the spot!
Thud!
He shed with his knife!
Splitting the two gunmen in front of him!
Bang!
A burst of gunfire!
Trent Marsh caught it one-handed, a wall of air appearing before him!
But the wall of air didn’t stop the bullet!
Seeing this, Trent Marsh squinted, holding his long knife horizontally in front of him!
The bullets rained down like raindrops!
His long knife rotated, shing left and right with amazing speed, knocking the bullets to the ground.
But after a round of bullets, Trent Marsh’s tiger mouth felt slightly numbed.
Adding to the previous injuries, he felt, for the first time, slightly powerless.
"Something’s wrong! This isn’t right! How can I be suppressed by bullets! I am Trent Marsh!" Trent Marsh stared at Isaak Ridge, deeply shocked.
He was very clear about his own strength.
Even strengthened bullets shouldn’t wear him out!
"Lord, I mentioned before, you’re not as invincible as you think. Now, shall we send you on your way, so I can take your head for a drink?"
Bang!
Isaak Ridge pulled the trigger!
The bullet shot forth with immense force!
Crunch!
Trent Marsh shed down with his knife!
The bullet was cut in two!
But the flying needles and wood ash inside sttered out as well!
At the critical moment, Trent Marsh leaped into the air, dodging the needles!
But before he couldnd, Isaak Ridge cocked the gun again!
Pulled the trigger!
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
The continuous gunfire left Trent Marsh unsteadily in mid-air!
"Sorry, Lord." Isaak Ridge’s lips curled slightly, raising his gun quickly for a shot!
Bang!
The long knife in Trent Marsh’s hand was too shaken to be withdrawn in time, and he watched the bullet shoot out!
"Damn it!"
For the first time, he felt despair!
This kind of battle made him feel painful!
His entire strength was useless!
Frustrating!
Bang!
But just as the bullet was five meters away from Trent Marsh, a cigarette flew out!
Striking the bullet.
The cigarette, made of rolled paper, was as strong as iron, driving the bullet into a nearby tree trunk.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Trent Marshnded on the ground.
With a cold stare at Isaak Ridge.
"Julius Reed, you interfered." Isaak Ridge’s face darkened, his tone very displeased.
That shot was enough to heavily injure Trent Marsh!
But now, the best opportunity was missed.
"Not bad, it’s the first time I’ve seen someone y Formation so skillfully." Julius Reed pped, still holding another cigarette in his right hand.
"You figured it out?" Isaak Ridge slightly frowned, a touch of surprise shing in his eyes.
"Of course, I saw through it." Julius Reed pointed at Isaak Ridge, "You’re an ancient martial artist, or rather, your master is an ancient martial artist."
"This kind of technique, I have seen in ancient times, flying knives and arrows, they could all achieve this."
"Those people fired guns to force Trent Marsh to the position you wanted him in, and every shot before that forced Trent Marsh to dodge, eventually bringing him to the ideal spot we call the formation point. Thatst shot was impossible to dodge. The fusion of martial arts and formation is quite marvelous. In today’s world, I’ve hardly seen anyone else use it."
As these words were spoken, Trent Marsh’s eyes narrowed into slits.
Now he understood why he felt powerless!
The formation was like a swamp, and once you entered, you were bound!
No matter how much strength he had, he couldn’t use it.
"Is it true?" Trent Marsh turned around and shed fiercely!
Boom!
The formation’s spiritual energy dispersed, like a gale sweeping through, overturning a row of trees!
"Sure enough! I was set up!" After the formation dissipated, Trent Marsh felt his strength return!
He grabbed his long knife and charged out!
Thud!
With one stroke, he killed over a dozen people!
This exhrating feeling made Trent Marsh very satisfied!
"Julius Reed, I underestimated you." Isaak Ridge’s face looked very displeased.
He didn’t expect his calctions to bepletely seen through.
"This sentence is quite familiar to me." Julius Reed’s face was only a smile, showing no waves, he pointed at Isaak Ridge, "You know what. Everyone who tried to kill me, and was eventually killed by me, said this. I’ve heard it so many times, I’ve lost count."
"Haha! No wonder you’re the best in the world, impressive! Julius Reed, I’ve been educated. But please remember, I am a Hunter, and once I target my prey, I have to catch it!"
"Retreat!" Isaak Ridge shouted.
Quickly disappearing into the forest.
"Trying to run?" Trent Marsh picked up his knife and pursued!
Bullets rained down again like raindrops!
"Scram!" Trent Marsh grabbed with one hand!
The bullets all gathered together, fell to the ground, turning into scrap iron.
Previously, he was caught in the formation,pletely unaware, which led to the bullets easily piercing the wall of air.
"Don’t chase after them." Julius Reed stopped Trent Marsh.
"Don’t stop me! If I don’t kill him today, I can’t quell the anger in my heart!" Trent Marsh pushed away Julius Reed’s hand.
"How many times do I have to tell you before you understand?" Julius Reed grabbed Trent Marsh’s wrist hard with his right hand, catching the falling knife with his left, throwing it fifty meters ahead!
The long knife stuck in the ground!
Boom!
A muffled thud!
"Get out of the way!" Julius Reed pushed Trent Marsh away, flicking his sleeve!
Dozens of steel needles soaked in wood ash stuck to his sleeve.
Rough estimates showed that there were at least tens of thousands of steel needles inside.
Completely unavoidable!
"This..." Trent Marsh punched a tree, his mouth twitching furiously.
He felt very frustrated.
He had fought all across thend, even breaking thest pride of the Ancient Martial World, but today, he was frustrated!
Ufortable!
"When fighting with an opponent, you have to think from their perspective. Isaak Ridge is cautious, he’s a Hunter, he must have an escape route, if you rashly chase, you will surely fall into a trap."
Julius Reed looked toward the direction Isaak Ridge fled, feeling somewhat shaken.
This was one of the rare times he could remember seeing someone make a formation so masterfully.
The Guilt Emperor of those years merely set up formations.
But today, there was not only the formation, but also martial arts.
Thebination of the two was immensely powerful.
"This world is bing increasingly restless." He grabbed Trent Marsh, expressionless, saying, "We must find out Dragon Dance’s purpose."
"Okay!"
Trent Marsh nodded.
In the depths of the forest.
Isaak Ridge carried his gun under a tree.
Suddenly kneeling on the ground.
"Master, I failed. Julius Reed... is very strong."
"It’s nothing, you’re still young, you need to grow." The tree gradually turned into a person.
"Master’s illusion formation is bing more and more exquisite." Isaak Ridge raised his head, showing full admiration.
"Did your brother find Dragon Dance?" the white-haired elder asked as he stroked his hair.
"It’s already in motion!" Isaak Ridge’s eyes glowed with zeal.