Chapter 1756 - 316: 20,000-Word Mega - !

In the same vein, the Second Elder also wondered in advance why Zheng Ming, whose speed wasn't very fast and whose aura wasn't very strong, could be classified as part of the charging group.

Yet, this is a skirmish, and everyone is caught off guard, naturally leading to mistakes.

For example, the Second Elder's kick.

Zheng Ming was stomped hard onto the ground, his insides turbulent, and in an instant, most of his flesh tumors shattered. However, when the Second Elder lifted his foot, the sole was already decayed; countless mushroom-like particles had adhered to it.

When Li Zhiyuan blocked the road previously, after killing Chou Chuyin, the Array Master, he refrained from attacking the remaining three because each of them was uniquely repulsive.

If it were a matter of life and death confrontation at the end, one would have to fight them hard no matter how repellent. But if it's merely a mid-course skirmish... one wouldn't genuinely want to go all out against them.

As the Second Elder landed a second time, sensing discomfort in his foot, he was momentarily surprised.

Most averse to injury, he unexpectedly fell victim in this manner.

The critical part is, he had no time to stop and address it. Clenching his heart, he swung under the lantern, and Sword Qi flared, scorching his foot.

The mushrooms fell off, and that foot was singed, wrinkled, and shriveled.

Next up was Monk Huixu.

The Monk ranked third in the charging group.

Sensing an attack from behind, the Monk turned around, his Dharma Image solemn, displaying Vajra's Angry Eyes. His left hand held Buddha Beads, releasing brilliance, while the right palm launched a handprint.

The Second Elder swept sideways with the lantern.

The Buddha Beads shattered and scattered on the ground. The handprint was cut through, its power dissolved, yet residual strength still landed on the Second Elder.

The Second Elder let out a muffled grunt and accelerated again.

Monk Huixu glanced down at his chest, revealing a horizontal bloodline deep enough to expose bone.

The little man leveraged his position, thus at the forefront. He shouted backward to Bu Chen:

"Hold him for me!"

Bu Chen stopped first; he planned to intercept.

So when the Second Elder rushed over, he faced a ready axe strike.

And the little man had almost reached the "Great Elder."

The Second Elder had to extend two fingers of his left hand to hold the axe blade, while his right hand swung the lantern forward, activating Sword Qi.

Bu Chen exerted swift force, and the two skulls on the axe let out a shrill cry.

All the Second Elder felt was a roaring consciousness.

Bu Chen's heart relaxed—effective!

His most prideful combat tactic was completely ineffective against Run Sheng before, making him somewhat lose confidence.

The Second Elder exerted his fingertips' strength, forcefully twisting and pressing downward.

Bu Chen's axe blade pointed at himself, ready to blow toward his face.

Elsewhere, the little man, as if having eyes on his back, knew a lantern was heading for him.

His body shook; he continued running, but within his clothing frame, a smaller adult-sized dwarf darted out.

He was even smaller than anticipated, with a dense mane.

The lantern shredded his clothing frame to pieces, yet the little man leaped into the air, holding a spike aimed at the "Great Elder."

Zhao Yi watched him calmly, neither dodging nor avoiding.

The Second Elder's throat let out a low shout, the piercing sound hitting Bu Chen, intending to retreat him.

Then the fingertips released, no longer tangled with Bu Chen, moving forward, standing firm, fingers moving, pinching seals.

The lantern that just shredded the little man's clothing was again attracted, flying towards the little man.

Almost there, the chilling glint released by the little man's spike was about to pierce the "Great Elder's" skin, catching the white whiskers breaking strand by strand.

But his waist was wrapped by the lantern.

Overwhelming force hit, mercilessly pulling him backward.

The little man was furious to the point of madness—almost there!

Despite the "Great Elder's" odd reaction, regardless of authenticity, fake or trap, he was a mere inch from chopping off that head.

The Second Elder's tense spirit finally relaxed.

However, in his expectation, Bu Chen, meant to be suppressed momentarily by his spirit, let out an internal roar at the instant of suppression, breaking through it forcibly.

Bu Chen Su Xing.

Indeed a figure fighting and competing on the river to this day, his first clear actions saw the palm sweeping over the axe edge, drawing blood, sharpening it, and then turning around, unleashing his form, slashing at the Second Elder's back.

"Puff!"

The Second Elder's back was split open with a gaping cut.

The old man roared angrily, spinning around, punching backward.

"Bang!"

Bu Chen's entire body flew backward.

And the little man, entangled by the lantern, twisted his body, escaping before the blue flames ignited, although his body was still burned, landing with a two-tone appearance—his lower half's hair fused away.

Zhao Yi stood above, observing everything clearly.

Three groups are evidently teams, yet executing "single-player Zou Jiang" ridiculous maneuvers; the Second Elder overran everyone, yet couldn't deliver the killing blows in time—these maneuvers were even more absurd, and the axe taken on his back was the deserved conclusion.

The Second Elder looked towards Zhao Yi, wanting to approach and capture him.

From Zhao Yi's heart position, a blue glow flux emanated, condensed from the mountain fog.

Not very powerful, but depending on where it's placed.

Zhao Yi now had no combat ability left, standing like a scarecrow.

But contemplating suicide poses no issue.

Learning from the previous lessons in the underground room, Zhao Yi openly placed the suicide threat this time.