As Phoenix and Wu Feng started their fight, Tang Fei, Little Fatty, and the others engaged Wu Ying.
Wu Ying blocked the entrance to the Small Courtyard, his voice as Cold as the mask on his face: "You are all smart people; there is no need for pointless struggle. The ending will be the same regardless."
Tang Fei stood in front of Little Fatty and the Old Man, saying with a chuckle, "Do you know the first rule of being a Hunter?"
Wu Ying was very interested in this question, as he was also a hunter.
It was just that Tang Fei hunted animals, while he hunted people.
"Don't let yourself become Prey," Tang Fei said.
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Wu Ying's eyes darkened; he understood the meaning behind Tang Fei's words.
It was only now that he understood why this person still dared to speak so arrogantly.
Little Fatty grew impatient listening, swinging the Hammer in his hand, he charged out, saying, "Eldest Brother, why waste so much time talking to him? I'll smash him flat."
Rumble...
Little Fatty moving was like a small mountain shifting.
Wu Ying dismissed this with disdain. The mindset of these Refugees from the Old Earth was truly backward; they didn't know how immense the changes on the New Star had been.
New immigrants pursued not only technological excellence but also individual strength.
DNA screening, ancient secret manuals, Gene Potions—these three complemented each other, fusing into one, giving rise to one Super Warrior after another.
Some factions or Families with considerable power could even obtain the essence blood of Mutant beasts or Divine Beast Seeds.
On the Star, some people could shatter armor with one slash, and some could make the stars turn cold with one sword strike.
But what did these people from the Old Earth possess? Lush wildflowers or Mutant beasts?
They couldn't possibly understand the vast gap between ordinary people and Cultivators.
In Wu Ying's eyes, Little Fatty's actions were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, an egg hitting a rock, or an ant trying to move an elephant...
Can an ant move an elephant?
"Overestimating your own strength!"
Wu Ying spoke less than Wu Feng, but he was inwardly much more Proud.
Seeing Little Fatty swing the Hammer toward him, he also drew the long sword from his waist to block.
In his view, this Hammer possessed no killing power and couldn't inflict any substantial damage on him.
It was just like the Whac-A-Mole game children on the New Star enjoyed; Little Fatty's Hammer was suitable for smashing the virtual Rats popping up around one's body.
Clang!
Metal struck metal, sparks flying everywhere.
Wu Ying felt a massive force surge from the long sword, spreading throughout his body.
He was forced to retreat step after step, his entire arm becoming sore, swollen, and numb.
He looked at Little Fatty in front of him with horror. This kid had knocked him back purely by Brute Force?
How much power did that single hammer strike possess?
Eight hundred kilograms? Or a thousand kilograms?
Seeing his first strike fail, Little Fatty wasn't angry; he swung the Hammer again.
If it didn't kill him, hit him again.
Wu Ying raised his sword to block.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
Strike after strike, the Hammer forced Wu Ying to retreat continuously.
By the time he realized something was wrong, his back was already pressed against the gate of the Small Courtyard.
This kid has innate Brute Force; I can't take him head-on, Wu Ying thought to himself.
He was enraged by Little Fatty's relentless assault. The kind are bullied, and the meek are taken advantage of. The renowned Assassin of the assassin world, Shadow, was being hammered by an unknown Fatty from the Old Earth with no ability to fight back—it would be a great humiliation if word got out.
Seeing Little Fatty swing the Hammer again, looking like he wouldn't stop until one of them died, Wu Ying began to counterattack.
With a flick of his wrist, the long sword in his hand transformed into thousands of illusions.
Just as Little Fatty's eyes glazed over, unable to tell which was the real sword, Wu Ying's long sword sliced, and the wooden handle of the Hammer broke into two pieces.
The Hammer broken in two, only a piece of wood remained in his palm. Little Fatty's expression was stunned, completely bewildered.
Strike while the iron is hot.
Wu Ying pressed his advantage. He suddenly Disappeared in the darkness, moving so fast that one couldn't even see his shadow.
Wu Ying, No Shadow, earned his name that way.
The first thing to enter Little Fatty's sight was the pitch-black long sword, its tip sharp as light and electricity, stabbing directly toward Little Fatty's vital spot, his heart.
Fast!
Incredibly fast!
Little Fatty was at a loss, unable to react at all.
He was going to die!
Clang!
A Dagger flew in, deflecting the tip of the stabbing long sword sideways.
Little Fatty felt a kick to his body and then tumbled away, rolling and scrambling to the side.
He reached down to touch his stomach—round and warm.
"I'm still alive?"
After kicking Little Fatty away, Tang Fei caught the returning Dog-leg Saber.
Wu Ying materialized from the darkness, looking at the trembling, shaking sword tip, and stared at Tang Fei in horror: "A Cultivator?"
"What Cultivator or not, I'm just a Hunter," Tang Fei said with a chuckle.
"No, you are a Cultivator," Wu Ying said. "That strike just now... was that Qi Control Technique?"
"Just threw the knife a bit more accurately," Tang Fei denied.
"No, you are a Cultivator," Wu Ying insisted. "I felt the Yin-Yang Qi contained within your strike..."
He couldn't comprehend how a Cultivator, and one who had reached the Qi Control Realm no less, could be found in a place like the Old Earth.
Weren't such people as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns?
"Whatever you say it is," Tang Fei replied. Although he had never been in love, he had mastered the rhetoric of a scumbag without being taught.
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Indeed, upon hearing this sentence, Wu Ying felt his chest swell with anger.
The same reaction as every girl in the world who hears that phrase.
Wu Ying raised his long sword, pointing it at Tang Fei, and said, "Now, you are my opponent. I want to see just how much strength you possess."
"I'm afraid you won't be able to see it," Tang Fei said. "Come on, let's have a battle between men. You and I, a fight to the death."
"Good," Wu Ying agreed readily.
Although he was an Assassin, he genuinely wanted to have a proper fight with this cunning and treacherous Wasteland Refugee.
He wanted to see if his long sword was sharper or if the Dagger in Tang Fei's hand was faster.
After receiving the affirmative reply, Tang Fei gripped his Dog-leg Saber and charged toward Wu Ying.
Facing a master of the Qi Control Realm, Wu Ying focused all his attention, ready to meet the formidable enemy with his lifetime of swordsmanship.
Whoosh!
A sharp arrow whistled through the air and embedded itself fiercely in his Neck.
"Foolish..."
The smile on Wu Ying's face froze.
He was wearing full nano-defense armor; blades and arrows couldn't penetrate it, and even powerful Bullets couldn't harm him in the slightest.
At most, his Neck would sustain some impact from the force.
But what was happening?
He reached up to touch his Neck and found his hand covered in a viscous liquid. Even stranger, the short arrow, which should have fallen to the ground, was still lodged in his Neck.
The Old Man, holding a pitch-black medium-sized crossbow, sneered repeatedly and said, "I refuse to believe my arrowheads can't kill anyone."
Thud!
Wu Ying, filled with unwillingness, staggered two steps forward before collapsing onto the ground with a thud.
Tang Fei, who had been halfway through his charge, slammed on the brakes. He walked over to Wu Ying, cautiously probed him, and then stroked his Chest, confirming that he was dead beyond any further effort, before smiling at the Old Man and saying, "How was that? My feint—using the east to attack the west—was pretty good, right?"
"My tactic of fishing in troubled waters was also perfectly timed."
"If I hadn't exposed my strength first and drawn his attention, would you have had a chance to shoot him dead?"
"If my archery wasn't accurate enough, and my penetration power insufficient, you might have been beaten into a pig's head right now."
"How can you know the outcome before the fight even starts?"
"Do we still need to fight? Don't I know exactly how capable you are?"
"Then how capable am I?"
The two who had just cooperated perfectly glanced at each other with mutual disdain, then turned their faces away.
Tang Fei pulled Little Fatty up from the ground, helped brush the dust off his backside, and complained, "You know your own abilities; why do you always rush to the front every time? What if someone injures you? Do you know how dangerous that sword strike was?"
"I know," Little Fatty replied with an Honest and simple smile, letting Tang Fei nag him.
"You know, yet you still do it? Are you stupid?"
"Brother, I'm not stupid," Little Fatty said with a chuckle, looking at Tang Fei. "I know you're stronger than me, but I have a burst of Brute Force. We don't know how strong these newcomers are, so..."
"So you wanted to take the lead for me, swing a few Hammers to test their depth?"
Little Fatty nodded shyly and said, "I also thought about smashing him to death, but I didn't manage it."
Tang Fei patted Little Fatty's shoulder forcefully and said, "Don't do things like that again; it's too dangerous. Have you forgotten our Family's rule?"
"Brother, I remember it."
"Recite it."
"If you can win, fight; if you can't win, run."
"Exactly! You have to be flexible. Look at the coordination between me and your brother just now... it was seamless, flawless," the Old Man said proudly, carrying the giant crossbow over. "Even if a Minor Grandmaster came, the two of us could take him down."
"My brain is slow; I can't learn that," Little Fatty stated truthfully.
The Old Man sighed, patted Little Fatty's head, and said, "That's true."
Then, he disdainfully wiped the hand that had touched Little Fatty's head on Little Fatty's clothes and said irritably, "You need a haircut too... The oil on your head is greasier than the roast meat I just ate."
"Hehe, I'll wait for Big Brother to wash first, then I'll wash," Little Fatty said with a laugh.
"Simpleton!"
The Old Man cursed.
Phoenix, who had just slain Wu Feng, walked over, her gaze playfully sweeping over Tang Fei and the Old Man's faces and bodies, not even sparing Little Fatty sitting on the ground.
As expected, on the Old Earth, there wasn't a single good person.
"Sister Phoenix..." Little Fatty actively went up to greet her.
The Old Man tugged Little Fatty's arm and asked, "Are you full?"
Little Fatty carefully assessed himself and said, "About eight-tenths full."
"Let's go, the two of us are going to eat. We need to be full to have the strength to fight."
"We still have to fight?" Little Fatty exclaimed in shock.
He disliked being interrupted while eating; it broke his smooth rhythm.
"What if others come to fight us? Better safe than sorry," the Old Man said.
Little Fatty thought that made sense. Since they were idle anyway, they might as well go eat something.
Phoenix stared into Tang Fei's eyes and said in a lingering voice, "Mr. Tang Fei, aren't you going to give me an explanation?"
ps: I heard everyone has magic today. Every Monthly Ticket cast for Old Liu will turn into two...