Chapter 901: Chapter 899: Rotten Flesh (20) Chapter 901: Chapter 899: Rotten Flesh (20) “I admit that the Grand Fate Ming Emperor does have some remarkable uniqueness, but you still know too little about the world.”
It seemed that Daneta saw the shock beneath his opponent’s mask, emitting a low chuckle.
“Don’t doubt it, you did indeed crush my head, it’s just a pity–”
“Stop wasting words with him, just get it over with, my head is killing me!”
However, after Daneta’s posture adjustment, the first to lose his temper was not Fu Qian, but Tooth Throat Lay Buddhist.
His mood was clearly foul as he chastised, holding his face in irritation.
“So that’s why you didn’t die last night?”
Fu Qian sounded as if he had just had an epiphany.
“That’s only part of the reason; even without that, it wouldn’t have been fatal.”
Daneta looked a bit more intimidated and answered at a much faster pace.
“Sorry someone is getting impatient; is the Ming King ready to depart?”
“I am always prepared for anything.”
Fu Qian’s voice betrayed no emotion.
“But I still have a question.”
“What?”
Daneta still couldn’t restrain his curiosity in the end.
“So is there a way to kill you once and for all?”
…
The question clearly caught him off guard, and he was momentarily stunned.
“You could try pounding him into mincemeat to see if that works; probably only a Demigod Level attack is necessary.”
At that moment, the Tooth Throat Lay Buddhist couldn’t hold back and viciously challenged Fu Qian’s brazenness.
“That’s an idea.”
Unexpectedly, after a brief contemplation, Fu Qian nodded in agreement.
At the same time, his figure vanished once more.
Gone again!
Although she strained her eyes, nearly popping blood vessels, not missing any of his movements, this mysterious ability seemed to come without any warning!
An intense sense of crisis welled up in the Tooth Throat Lay Buddhist’s heart–given Fu Qian’s tone and demeanor, it was highly likely she was the target this time!
“Here–”
As the thought arose, she shouted out loud, signaling everyone to fire at her position, while her facial features began to deform.
In the blink of an eye, her body seemed to lose all its bones, turning into a soft, resilient gel-like substance; even the surface of her body was covered in mucus.
Despite the unsightly appearance, there was no doubt that this form provided significantly better resistance against crushed skulls.
It seemed the suffering that Daneta just conveyed had left her deeply shaken.
But sadly, her perfect preparation mattered naught; the next moment, she watched helplessly as Fu Qian reappeared in his old spot, once again grabbing Daneta’s head.
Crack!
Without giving the parties involved a chance to express their thoughts, Fu Qian exerted force in his hand, and Daneta’s head was crushed for the second time.
Ahh ahhh–
The most wretched screams actually came from the Tooth Throat Lay Buddhist.
And Fu Qian’s figure had disappeared again; when he reappeared, he had already created distance between them.
…
“What a clever trick! Too bad I said it’s useless…”
This time, Daneta’s recovery was noticeably slower, and his good mood seemed to have completely worn out.
Regaining the ability to speak, he opened his mouth to speak coldly.
But compared to before, his voice was now somewhat muffled.
This wasn’t surprising, as talking would be affected for anyone missing half their jaw.
Fu Qian toyed with a piece of flesh and bone in his hand, which he had casually picked up from a pile of fragments.
As it turns out, while damage could be transferred, missing parts were not so easily regenerated.
…
The transfer didn’t seem random.
Fu Qian ignored Daneta’s ruthless words, instead sizing up Tooth Throat Lay Buddhist and coming to a conclusion.
Having been continuously subjected to attacks, the degree of pain experienced by this individual clearly increased significantly.
Transforming into a mollusk seemed to make no difference to the transferred injury.
At this moment, Fangthroat’s face was full of jagged scars, her expression looking ready to devour someone.
Her symptoms were still the most obvious.
So, was it that for two consecutive times, the transfer targeted one individual?
Tooth Throat Lay Buddhist wasn’t even standing next to Daneta.
Many people were much closer to her, yet they appeared unscathed.
What could be the reason?
…
“I’m sorry to say, we don’t have much time left.”
As Daneta and another began to spiral into madness, the elderly master of ceremonies stepped forward to take control once again.
Compared to the other two, his voice was not loud, but the momentum behind it was much stronger, seeming to have ready a strategy to handle Fu Qian.
“It’s time to go, Ming King.”
“That makes sense, thanks for the reminder.”
These words reminded Fu Qian, who glanced at the top right corner of his field of view the next moment.
There were less than four hours left.
It wasn’t too urgent, but from the current situation, it was clear that the prevoy consulting had come to an end. The remaining time wouldn’t be spent in pleasant communications with him as before.
“Wasting time should be cut short. An attack at the Demigod Level, right?”
The next moment, he uttered a sentence that sent chills down everyone’s spines.
Did he truly believe he could achieve it?
Could this guy have been feigning weakness all along, actually being a demigod, hence the need for a mask?
It was too exaggerated; hard to imagine any demigod being so utterly bored!
For a moment, everyone was filled with suspicion, holding back their killing moves.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, instead of taking off his mask for a grand transformation, he fished a small object from his pocket–a whistle?
As gazes focused, the group quickly recognized what it was, their thoughts becoming tangled.
…
What a joke–having put so much effort into crafting this persona, he couldn’t just give it up so easily!
Although what Tooth Throat Lay Buddhist said was clearly true, utilizing a special method, a group of Middle Tier characters had their resilience linked together, their vitality and regenerative abilities even stronger than a typical demigod.
Without sufficient attack power, it was nearly unsolvable.
But who says demigod techniques can only be unleashed by demigods?
Couldn’t he have a few cheat-level Extraordinary Items on him?
Who was being underestimated here?
Amidst his silent scoffing, Fu Qian swung Daneta’s half jaw near the Worm Whistle as if conducting scent training.
Whether it was effective was uncertain, but considering the creature behind didn’t discern friend from foe, it was better than nothing.
“Here, you can have this back.”
Nonchalantly tossing the bone back to Daneta, Fu Qian slipped the Worm Whistle beneath his mask.
Within the sound of the not-too-loud buzzing, familiar, invisible ripples resonated.
The next moment, shaking and roaring emerged beneath their feet.
A giant worm, the size of a truck, burst through the Polished Skin Realm with its head, carrying numerous fragments and a foul stench.
So the scent training actually worked?
Watching, including Daneta, several people get swallowed in one gulp and retracted back into the ground with the wobbling body, Fu Qian was thoroughly pleased with the result.
Finally, something reliable!
He could distinctly sense that the presence belonging to Daneta had vanish from this world entirely.
In theory, this should be more thorough than being smashed into a pulp, right?
I admit your damage transfer is strong, but what will you do if I simply transport the person away?
Curiosity brimming, Fu Qian turned to look at the survivors.