Chapter 206 Take this blow!

"Just him this time? Isn't that a bit too arrogant? Three of them died last time…"

Cheng Minglang lowered his voice and whispered.

Officer Pei Yuanheng frowned slightly: "Zhang Shouyi, the car owner of the seventh-ranked Vehicle on the highway. Stay alert!"

Cheng Minglang swallowed hard and looked behind him.

On their side, there were nine people in total. No matter how you looked at it, they were bound to win, right?

After all, they still had a monster like Chen Yu on their side.

"He isn't being arrogant."

Captain Zhou Ting narrowed his eyes, staring at the information scrolling frantically on the tablet, and said solemnly: "I feel immense pressure from him, even… stronger than the pressure Chen Yu gives off."

Zhang Shouyi ignored everyone and just stood by the bridge on his own.

"Three."

Cheng Minglang was stunned. "What?"

"Two."

"One."

"Whoosh—!"

A white wave surged up from under the bridge, spray splashing up and exploding into shards of silver in the sunlight, landing on the stone slab!

When the waves receded, a bronze-colored Treasure Chest was left on the bridge deck!

Cheng Minglang and the others had their mouths agape. If the last time was a coincidence, then what about this time?

Not a second off. How could he predict it so accurately?!

Captain Zhou Ting took a deep breath and looked at Zhang Shouyi, his eyes becoming increasingly grave: "For me, tides can be calculated, wind direction can be calculated, even the force of the Treasure Chest surging up can be calculated."

"But… he isn't calculating it like that."

Captain Zhou Ting paused. "He is calculating celestial timing. This isn't a pattern; it's numbers—the numbers governing the workings of heaven and earth."

Everyone was confused. "What do you mean? Captain Zhou, can you explain it more clearly?"

Captain Zhou Ting didn't explain; he just shook his head.

Zhang Shouyi ignored everyone and just stared at Chen Yu, his hanging fingers twitching frantically.

If you looked closely, you would notice his thumb tapping rapidly across the joints of his other four fingers.

"Hmm."

"You are worthy of being the one who killed my three junior brothers."

Chen Yu narrowed his eyes and held his machete horizontally in front of him.

Zhang Shouyi's tone was calm: "Although my three junior brothers lacked ability, they truly shouldn't have died so miserably."

Chen Yu smiled slightly: "Oh, do you want to avenge them?"

Zhang Shouyi shook his head: "Their skills were inferior, so their deaths were deserved. If I were to avenge them, that would be going against the heavens. I only want to see—"

"A person who is not within the heavens and earth. Heh, I wonder if I can withstand his blade."

Chen Yu narrowed his eyes: "What are you talking about…"

Zhang Shouyi pointed his horsetail whisk forward. Where the tail swept, a white crack appeared on the stone slab, the cut was neat, and not even debris splashed up.

"I have studied the Dao since childhood, studying the principles of heaven and earth and the numbers of all things. Sunrise and sunset, tides rising and falling, flowers blooming and bearing fruit, people dying and lights going out. Everything in the world has a fixed destiny."

He retracted the whisk into the crook of his arm, looking at Chen Yu with a calm gaze: "But you are different."

He raised his left hand, his thumb tapping rapidly on his knuckles, then laughed out loud: "I cannot calculate you. Your arrival, your departure, your life, your death—I know nothing!"

His voice softened a little, as if chatting with an old friend: "I have practiced the Dao for thirty years and have never seen someone like you, whether before the apocalypse or after."

"So I want to see if I can withstand your blade, and if you can withstand my sword."

"If you can withstand my sword, then I will know the depth of your abilities."

"If you cannot withstand it…"

Zhang Shouyi smiled: "Then, I will know that, too."

"…"

The people from the Seventh Island looked at each other, momentarily confused.

"What is this Daoist talking about? I didn't understand a word after listening for so long…"

"What 'withstand' or 'not withstand'? Is he speaking in tongue twisters?"

"If you want to fight, just fight. We aren't afraid of just one person!"

"Alright, alright, stop arguing."

Officer Pei Yuanheng waved his hand: "Captain Zhou, what does this Daoist mean? Can you translate?"

Captain Zhou Ting felt somewhat helpless: "He cannot calculate Chen Yu, so he has to use the most direct method. Every attack has a trajectory, and every trajectory has a number. Once he has the numbers, perhaps he can… deduce something…"

Cheng Minglang felt his scalp tingle: "This… this is too sinister, right?"

"It's not sinister."

Captain Zhou Ting shook his head. "It is the Dao. Everything will be exposed sooner or later; it's just a matter of time."

Cheng Minglang's mouth twitched, and he said nothing more.

Everyone's gaze fell on Chen Yu.

The wind poured in from under the bridge, blowing Chen Yu's clothes so they snapped in the wind, while Zhang Shouyi's Daoist robe remained completely still.

The two sides stood in a standoff.

Chen Yu switched the machete from his left hand to his right hand and smiled slightly: "Then, you'd better be ready for this strike…"