Chapter 54: Night Rain Wild Temple (16)
In the early morning, when everyone should have been sleeping, the ground of the mountain temple suddenly shook violently several times, as if an earthquake had occurred, and even the things on the table fell to the ground.
"boom--!"
Several loud noises rang out one after another, muffled as if hitting someone's heart.
In the small house next to the main hall of the mountain temple, two villagers who had been standing by the window looking out became so excited by the noise that their breathing quickened.
"It's the mountain god. The mountain god has arrived." A villager held onto the window frame, his voice trembling with excitement.
"Kill him! Lord Mountain God, kill that disrespectful fellow! Let the fellow who dared to break into the main hall at night see what happens if he offends the Mountain God without permission."
Another villager laughed. Although blocked by the rain and the wall, he could see everything clearly as if he was there: "It's time to offer sacrifices to the gods! Lord Mountain God, please take a look at the sacrifices we have made for you and see if you are satisfied with this year's harvest!"
Behind the two villagers, the middle-aged man walked slowly to the window with a hunched back. As he walked, his originally ugly and wretched face began to grow yellow hair bit by bit, turning it into a hairy face, with two stiff hairy ears standing up on his head.
The skin exposed outside his clothes gradually began to grow hair, and his hunched body lost its human appearance. His legs, which had long since evolved to adapt to upright walking, became the legs of animals accustomed to crawling.
It turned into a giant weasel.
The weasel moved its mouth, revealing a mouthful of sharp yellow teeth. The flesh on its face was squeezed together, and it smiled hideously.
"It's just right. Tomorrow is the birthday of the mountain god. You have come at the right time. The mountain god will definitely be satisfied with the offerings you prepare for him. He will fulfill all your wishes."
The two villagers were breathing heavily and rapidly, with fanaticism and anticipation on their faces.
"Mountain God, Mountain God!"
"Your most devout believers have always been here waiting for you to fulfill our wishes!"
…
The villagers' voices were drowned out by the sound of the heavy rain and could not reach the main hall.
Inside the main hall, there was dust everywhere and the exact situation could not be seen clearly.
The smooth tiles that were originally laid on the ground have now been split by the giant axe. The thick and deep cracks have spread all the way to the entrance of the main hall, almost splitting the soil.
The gravel and dust were splashed and filled the entire main hall. It was so gray that Yan Shixun, who was originally standing here, could not be seen.
Occasionally, a few characters on the mural were stunned when they saw this scene, and as if they had expected it, they showed sad expressions and turned their heads away, unable to bear to watch any longer.
The tall gilded statue slowly straightened up, and with its huge hand holding the axe handle, it forcefully pulled the axe, which had been deeply embedded in the ground, out of the soil. The gravel splashed onto the surrounding murals, and there was a burst of fine crashing sounds.
The statue's eyes, which were like huge glass balls, turned around, and found no trace of anyone in the dust, so it withdrew its weapon with satisfaction and prepared to walk back to the altar.
But at this moment, a slender black figure suddenly rushed out from the dust, pounced towards the statue, landed on the weapon that the statue was slowly retracting, jumped up with his foot on the sharp blade of the axe, and landed lightly on the statue's thick arm.
Without waiting for the statue to react, the man immediately used the statue's arms and shoulders as a jumping point, and with a few leaps he nimbly leaped directly onto the top of the statue, standing steadily and proudly.
The man's handsome face with sharp lines was full of unruly madness, and his narrow and upturned eyes were shining brightly. A bright red scar ran diagonally from the end of his sharp eyebrow to the end of his eye, which was the scratch caused by the broken porcelain fragments.
Blood slowly flowed down from the wound, dyeing the corners of his eyes blood red, making him look even more arrogant and wanton.
It was Yan Shixun who was believed by the statues and the characters in the murals to be killed by this blow.
He raised his hand nonchalantly to wipe away the blood from the corner of his eye, allowing his vision, which was stained red by blood, to become clear again, but the back of his hand was stained blood.
Yan Shixun raised his light red lips and said with undisguised sarcasm: "It is indeed an evil god. There is such a thing in the mountain god temple. It is really an insult to the dignity of the mountain god. Haha."
"Come, let me see who you are. You dare to sit in the mountain temple and accept worship from believers without any shame."
He sneered, his eyes full of contempt: "Izumo faces the wind and rain, and guards the mountains and rivers with his body - mountain god, are you worthy of it?"
Yan Shixun stood on the statue, looking down at everything in the mountain temple from high above. It was tall and vast, as if he could see to the end of the mountains, rivers and lakes at a glance.
His handsome face was stern, and his blood-red eyes and eyebrows were filled with arrogance and sharpness.
His slender body was like a knife, inserted straight into the statue, guarding the distinction between good and evil.
It seemed that under his feet, there were not only demons and monsters, but even evil gods——
Can also kill.
Compared to Yan Shixun, the overly large statue was slow and clumsy. It only felt a person running past it, and when it raised its weapon angrily to attack, it had lost sight of the person. It could only keep circling around in the main hall, looking for him, but it could not see Yan Shixun, who was stepping on its head and in its blind spot.
His tall body was clearly full of power and intimidation, but he was so flustered that he looked ridiculous and funny, like a headless fly.
Even though the statue kept bouncing up and down, Yan Shixun kept his feet firmly on the statue's head. It didn't seem like he was being chased or attacked, but rather like he was taming the statue.
The characters in the murals around who noticed this scene were stunned.
They thought the mountain god was invincible, and their souls would be imprisoned here forever, suffering day after day, and regretting the stupid things they did in the past. But they didn't expect that someone could tease the statue of the god and make it look like an animal, and they were not afraid of the mountain god at all.
This person, will this person help them get out of here?
The eyes of a few characters in the murals, which had been completely black, began to light up again.
One of the young women ran eagerly to the mural within Yan Shixun's field of vision, pointed her finger anxiously behind Yan Shixun, and gestured as if she wanted to tell him something important.
Yan Shixun noticed this unusual figure in the mural.
But before he could carefully see what the character wanted to convey, the huge animal painted in bright colors on the ceiling was so angry at what was happening before his eyes that its hair stood on end. Its already ugly furry face was all wrinkled together, looking hideous and horrible, and it opened its mouth as if it was screaming.
The weasel-like animal painted on the ceiling clearly did not make any sound, but the statue seemed to have heard something and its body, which was originally spinning around, stopped.
The abnormality of the statue under his feet caught Yan Shixun's attention. He did not neglect it. After losing the power of the magic spell, he raised his vigilance to the highest level and would pay attention to any sound.
——With the evil god in front of him, he wanted to find a way to break through and win, so all he could do was to use his brain and body strength to the fullest.
Yan Shixun lowered his eyes and fixed them on the statue. His muscles were tense, ready to react and fight at any time.
But the statue seemed to have given up.
It held a huge axe in one hand and a spear in the other, turned its heavy body and walked towards the altar behind it. Every heavy footprint it left behind was a dull sound that made the earth tremble.
Diagonally above Yan Shixun's blind spot, the animals on the mural were staring at him, observing his condition.
Finally, just as the statue slowly raised its legs and was about to step onto the platform, the tilted angle caused Yan Shixun to draw some of his attention back to himself, and readjust his muscles to maintain balance.
At that moment, the animal opened its mouth wide and roared and screamed.
The statue's huge palm suddenly clenched the weapon in its hand, raised the spear in its hand, and stabbed it directly at his head with a force of ten thousand pounds.
The spear pierced the air with a sharp explosion, and rushed straight towards Yan Shixun, carrying with it a cold wind.
Yan Shixun realized something.
His extremely flexible body suddenly leaned back and dropped in height, barely avoiding the spear that passed in front of him.
He quickly raised his eyes to look above himself and met the eyes of the animal that was still laughing wildly and with a smug expression as if it had succeeded.
The animal's smile froze. It didn't expect that it would be discovered.
It also didn't expect that this human had the courage to look it in the eye when he was about to die. He didn't tremble and beg for mercy. He didn't get scared like the people before, giving it an opportunity to take advantage of it.
On the contrary, this man's eyes were filled with excitement and crazy fighting spirit, as if the more dangerous the situation, the more vigorously he could fight, and the more powerful the opponent, the more excited he would be.
No matter who his opponent was, no matter how much he was better than his opponent, he had no intention of fearing a fight. Even if his opponent was a god, as long as he was an evil god, he would kill him on the spot.
——Yan Shixun’s eyes clearly revealed this message to the animals.
The animals had never seen such a crazy guy before, and they couldn't help but tremble their fat bodies under such eyes.
Yan Shixun, whose eyes were so oppressive that they made his opponent feel fearful, did not stay for too long.
After confirming that there was indeed something above his head, and after conveying messages to the statue under his feet and acting as the statue's eyes, he immediately leaned forward again, and with the help of his terrifyingly powerful waist and abdomen, he leaned his slender body back until it was almost level with the statue's head, and then swung back.
At this moment, the spear in the statue's hand happened to be swung over his head, but returned to the statue's hand without any gain, and there was no feeling of touching anything.
The spear was made of metal, and judging from the powerful inertia, it was not hollow, but a solid three-meter-long metal stick with sharp six-edged blades on both ends. Once injured, blood would flow profusely. Even if you were lucky enough not to be injured by the blade, being hit by a stick weighing hundreds of pounds was definitely not something a human could withstand.
But Yan Shixun once again perfectly avoided the attack of the statue, and this time the spear didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.
Both attacks failed, and the stranger was still standing on top of it. Feeling the other party's contempt, the statue was enraged and roared loudly.
The entire mountain temple shook, as if there was an earthquake.
Yan Shixun took advantage of this opportunity, instantly tensed the muscles in his long legs, and stood up steadily.
Then he keenly judged from the movement trajectory of the statue's palm that the statue was about to launch the next wave of attacks, and the spear would soon sweep towards him again, and would not stop until he was swept off the top of the statue's head.
Originally, Yan Shixun chose to use the statue's arms and shoulders to land directly on the statue's head when the statue was bending over with the giant axe in hand to attack. This was because he did not panic when the statue attacked him. Instead, he reacted quickly and used the moment when the statue came into close contact with him to quickly see the structure of the statue and calculate the statue's approximate attack power and the attack methods it would use.
At that time he judged that, while the statue was full of strength, it had also lost its agility and was unable to perform delicate movements. Also, because the metal used to cast the statue was too heavy, the statue's movements were slow and there were large blind spots.
Now that he has lost the power of magic spells, he is not suited to face head-on an attack weighing several tons from an evil god without any magic tools or offensive weapons.
That was why Yan Shixun jumped directly onto the top of the statue, using the blind spot to hide his body. He wanted to see the statue's movements and attack patterns clearly in this place with a wide field of vision, so as to find out the statue's weaknesses and launch a surprise attack at the right time.
However, at that time Yan Shixun ignored the animal portraits on the ceiling that had not moved.
With an animal that can overlook everything from the top of the mountain temple and act as the eyes of the statue, the shortcomings of the statue's difficulty in turning around and large blind spots in vision are compensated for. It is equivalent to having two enemies, which no longer makes it convenient for Yan Shixun to use such tactics.
If he continued to stand on top of the statue, he would only become a target for the opponent, making it easier for the opponent to attack, and he would be completely passive.
So Yan Shixun acted decisively, abandoned the ineffective method, prepared to turn passivity into initiative, use the power of the statue to become his own strength, and take the initiative to attack.
He quickly adjusted his breathing, keeping himself in a low-energy steady state. His breathing was so faint that it was almost hidden by the sound of the statue and blended into the sound of rain, so that nothing could judge his condition through his breathing frequency.
Then Yan Shixun's eyes were fixed on the spear in the statue's hand.
In his highly focused vision, the spear raised high in the hand of the statue turned into slow motion frame by frame, and the movement trajectory remained in the air, so that before the spear reached him, he had already judged where the spear would fall.
Yan Shixun's body leaned forward slightly, his smooth and powerful muscles stretched and relaxed in moderation, concentrating all his strength on his waist, abdomen and legs.
He was like a top predator in the dark, patiently and silently watching his prey, waiting for the moment when the opportunity came.
Finally, the spear approached the top of the statue, and was about to hit Yan Shixun's legs fiercely.
The time is now!
Yan Shixun's eyes became fierce, and he kicked the statue's head with his Martin boots, using the force to leap up.
The scattered hair on his forehead was gathered behind his head by the high-speed wind in the air, revealing his beautiful forehead and overly bright and sharp eyes.
The corners of his clothes were blown up by the wind, making rustling sounds.
It was like a divine army descending from the sky, unleashing an astonishing aura and violent force that was enough to suppress any evil spirits.
Yan Shixun's strong waist and abdomen allowed him to adjust his posture slightly in the air. His eyes were always fixed on the spear, and his brain was working rapidly, calculating his landing point from the arc and trajectory of movement.
The feeling of being in the air did not make him panic. He seemed to be born to fly in the sky. The wind blowing quickly by his side and the feeling of weightlessness made him transform all the surging adrenaline into a hearty and exciting fighting spirit. He became a person who made his opponents tremble with fear and was more cruel than a demon.
The spear that had swept empty air overhead swung in a circle, then moved downwards again due to inertia, showing a tendency to return to the height of the statue's hand.
At this moment, Yan Shixun, who had been falling rapidly from the air, took advantage of the fact that the spear was close to him after it fell, and stretched out his hand to grasp the spear without hesitation.
finally--
Yan Shixun's slender hands with distinct joints held the spear firmly.
The statue only felt that the touch in its hand suddenly changed. When it looked down in confusion, it met the handsome face of Yan Shixun.
Yan Shixun grinned with his light red lips, as if challenging the statue and the animal on its head.
Then, he kicked the statue's belly, and the hard sole of his Martin boots collided with the statue's metal body, making a crisp "clang" sound.
Yan Shixun took advantage of the force, took a deep breath, and suddenly exerted force with both arms, and actually snatched the spear directly from the statue's hand.
Falling heavily to the ground.
Yan Shixun slowly stood up from the position with his knees bent to remove the cushioning force.
He held a three-meter-long golden spear behind his back, his slender body standing straight, his face filled with hearty fighting spirit and madness, without any fear. He slightly raised his head to look at the statues and the animals on the ceiling, laughing wantonly.
"Now, we can fight face to face."
His voice was filled with undisguised arrogance and mocking laughter. In the hall that had suddenly gone silent, it resounded with such force and power that it was as sharp as the breaking of a silver bottle.
"How can you attack a weak and defenseless person? You have two weapons and I have only my bare hands. It would be so boring to fight."
Yan Shixun laughed arrogantly: "Now you have it, and I have it too, this is called fairness."
"Come on, you pretending to be a god, let me see what kind of creature in the gutter dares to pretend to be a mountain god and even attack the nearby villages!"
Yan Shixun's voice echoed in the quiet hall.
Although he is arrogant, he has enough confidence and strength to support Yan Shixun's arrogance.
No matter how unfavorable the predicament was, Yan Shixun never doubted himself.
Even if the spells and talismans were taken away from him, and his ability to call upon the gods, even if all the knowledge he had ever learned was stripped away layer by layer, he would never be afraid.
——As a human being, it is never those external forces that can deter evil spirits!
It's the thoughts in his brain, the tempered body, and the will that has never wavered.
More than a decade ago, the path he took was clear and firm enough.
Yan Shixun's eyes were as bright as the sharp light of a knife, as if even if any evil spirit looked into his eyes, he would cut them.
The characters in the murals on the walls surrounding the main hall were all stunned by the situations that broke their conventional cognition one after another. They stood in the murals in a daze, not knowing how to react.
Some villagers were originally cheering excitedly and supporting the statue, but they did not expect that the statue not only did not beat Yan Shixun, a disrespectful outsider in their eyes, to death on the spot, but instead had its weapon taken away by Yan Shixun.
Their hands raised in the air froze and they looked around in confusion, not knowing why this had happened.
Can humans rebel against God?
At this moment, the idea in the minds of many villagers that "the mountain god is omnipotent and anyone who resists will die" collapsed.
The shadow that has shrouded and bound many villagers for more than a decade has begun to show cracks.
Light came out from inside.
The young woman who had originally run over to point out something to Yan Shixun, had brighter eyes when she saw this scene.
She seemed to see the peaceful ending she had always longed for. She couldn't suppress the smile on her face, but tears flowed from her eyes against her mood.
Crying and laughing, it’s all bitter.
——The soul has long lost its body, so where does it get tears from?
It's just the obsession and resentment that haven't dissipated that have turned into tears.
The statue seemed to be stunned by this completely unexpected scene. It stared blankly at its empty, weaponless hand, not yet reacting to what was happening.
The colorful animals on the ceiling were also stunned.
The anger on that hideous and wretched face was stuck halfway, and he stood in a daze, looking like a funny clown.
Never, never has a living person, no! Even if it is an evil ghost or a demon, no one has ever been able to snatch the magic weapon from the hands of the "God"! !
This person, how dare this person!
How did he do it!!
The animal, who finally came to its senses after a while, was extremely angry and screamed wildly at the top of its lungs. Even the layers of fat on its huge, fat body were shaking, as if it was crazy.
Yan Shixun was not frightened at all by the animal's appearance.
The spear snatched from the statue turned around in his hand behind his back, and he made a spear flower smoothly and easily, without being affected by the spear's excessive length and thickness.
The spear, which was three meters long and weighed several hundred kilograms, was as handy in his hand as if it were his original weapon.
"Is she crazy?"
Yan Shixun laughed softly, his deep voice filled with careless contempt: "Oh no, I forgot, you are not a sheep. Sheep are so cute and delicious, how can something like you compare to them."
He glanced at the animal and said disdainfully, "There's so much fat on you. Are you a rat that stole the lamp oil? You're neither cute nor edible."
Yan Shixun pulled up the corners of his lips, and in front of the animal, he slowly uttered the word with emphasis, "Waste."
The animal felt a fire immediately burning from its chest directly to its brain, burning it to the point of losing all its rationality. All the fake dignity it had built up over the past decade of being pampered and high-handed was destroyed.
It is like a ghost that has stolen the clothes of a god, and walked out arrogantly with the clothes on. It is complacent because people who don't know what a god looks like are kneeling in fear and trepidation, and it thinks it is the god.
But they don’t know that fake is fake.
There will always be someone who will strip off its divine clothes, reveal its dirty insides, and turn it back to its original form.
In anger, the animal pointed at Yan Shixun with its sharp claws and screamed at the statue, asking it to kill this damn ordinary person right here and now.
Everything it has worked so hard to earn cannot be torn apart by a damn ordinary person!!!
Yan Shixun tapped his ears impatiently and asked the animal, "Are you dumb? Why is there no sound when you howl? But it's good this way, otherwise I'd really feel bad for my ears."
The animal was so angry that every hair on its body stood up: Aa ...
At the same time, the statue began to move again.
The statue, having received the animal's wrath, no longer held back and swung the giant axe in its hand towards Yan Shixun. With the force of falling from a great height, the giant axe's power carried the oppressive force to destroy everything.
Nothing can remain intact under such heavy force.
"boom--!"
The ground was split open again, and rubble fell all over the hall.
Yan Shixun jumped up swiftly and did not directly resist the heavy blow from the statue. Instead, he took advantage of the fact that the giant axe was stuck in the soil and the statue had no weapon to use, and rushed towards the statue with the spear in his hand.
"Bang!"
The spear hit the statue's neck with great force, causing the statue, which was already bent over and unable to move due to the giant axe being stuck, to immediately tilt its heavy head to the side. A look of confusion appeared on its metal face, as if it had no idea what had happened.
The attack hit the target immediately, and Yan Shixun immediately used the inertia of the spear to quickly retract the spear and started attacking again.
“Bang, bang, bang!!”
Behind the continuous knocking sounds, there was a spear that kept hitting the same spot on the statue's neck.
The spear left a trail of afterimages in the air, making it impossible to tell which attack was which.
The statue was stunned by the non-stop attacks and could not find an opportunity to take out its weapon and attack again.
Yan Shixun would not give him time to react.
He is arrogant, but not cocky.
He knew very well that if they were simply competing in strength, he and his opponent would not be in the same league. But his opponent had also given up many other things in order to gain strength.
For example, agility, for example, speed.
This happens to be his advantage.
Before Yan Shixun took the weapon from the statue, he was completely lacking in strength. That was why he did not attack rashly at that time.
No matter how agile and fast you are, if you rush forward against an enemy of this magnitude, you will only seek death. Without strength, there is no way you can stand on the same stage.
That's why Yan Shixun took the weapon from the statue and turned the statue's power into his own power.
Even though the spear's weight of several hundred kilograms and length of three meters slowed him down a bit, the deal was a very good deal.
As long as you have strength and enough speed, and find the weakest point of the opponent and attack continuously, you can still win!
Dozens of consecutive blows made the statue's condition worse and worse. It even unconsciously let go of the hand holding the giant axe and wanted to reach out to its own neck that was about to break to save itself. At the same time, Yan Shixun's physical strength was rapidly consumed.
A large amount of sweat soaked Yan Shixun's shirt. He could feel the strength rapidly draining away from his body. Every muscle was wailing and trembling, and his heart began to beat suddenly and irregularly, sending him a warning.
I'm afraid his physical strength will soon reach its limit.
but……
It doesn't matter!
Sweat flowed down his forehead into Yan Shixun's eyes, but he stared at the statue without blinking, with the smile on his lips growing bigger and bigger.
This is a battle of endurance.
The competition is that he wins first.
Or, the idol dies first.
“Click, snap…”
A slight sound of metal breaking was suddenly caught by Yan Shixun's keen ears amid the continuous "bang bang" sounds.
The neck of the statue, which had been hit by the spear, actually cracked under such a rapid attack.
Although the crack was pitifully small compared to the huge body of the statue, it was slowly expanding and moving down along the neck of the statue.
Yan Shixun's light red lips broke into a smile, then he took a deep breath, retracted the spear in his hand, and stopped attacking for the first time.
The animals, who were originally anxiously watching the stalemate in the battle, looked at Yan Shixun in confusion, not knowing what he was going to do.
Are you out of strength?
It looked at the sweat on Yan Shixun's face and thought proudly in its heart: No matter how unexpected it is, he is just a living person after all. As long as he is a mortal, he will get tired and have his limits. Isn't it now? Sure enough, they are the ones who won in the end.
The animal, which was originally frightened, finally put its mind at ease and no longer worried that the statue would be beheaded by Yan Shixun.
However, just as the animal relaxed, the statue slowly turned its head back. Yan Shixun, who had been accumulating strength for a long time, launched another attack.
This time the attack was more severe than any previous one.
Yan Shixun no longer held back his strength. He raised his spear high and pointed it backwards, then swung it in a circle and attacked the statue's neck directly.
“Crack!”
"boom--!"
The head of the statue was actually broken along the neck. The metal had reached its limit of endurance and was knocked away by the spear, heading straight for the ceiling diagonally above.
It flew towards the location of the animal from an angle that Yan Shixun had calculated long ago, and after making a loud roar, it directly embedded itself into the ceiling.
The animal's gaping expression was hit by the huge head of the statue, and it became terrified and painful, and began to struggle continuously.
Inside the main hall, there was total silence.
Only sporadic pieces of broken stone and bricks fell from the ceiling and hit the ground, making slight noises.
The golden spear in Yan Shixun's hand made a "clang" sound and fell into the deep pit created by the giant axe.
He placed one hand on his spear and the other on his thin waist.
The wind that had just been stirred up by the flying head of the statue in the main hall blew slowly past him, lifting up his clothes and revealing a corner of his strong and smooth muscles.
A faint light shone through the main hall door, which was slightly opened, and shone on him, making him so conspicuous in the dark and messy place that he could not be ignored.
Yan Shixun laughed heartily and announced proudly, "It seems that I won."
"The so-called evil god, even if he is wearing a layer of divine clothes, is not a god, but only an evil ghost that harms people." Yan Shixun raised his chin slightly, showing his disgust for the animal without disguising: "Everyone has the right to kill it."
The characters in the murals on the wall were staring in amazement at the young man standing proudly in the backlight.
They stared at Yan Shixun blankly, with complicated expressions on their faces. No one knew what they were thinking except themselves.
Maybe he regretted believing the rumors so early and choosing this path.
Perhaps he regretted not having resisted earlier and actually feared the mountain god as if he were invincible.
Or maybe it was resentment, resentment that this outsider who knew nothing had cut off his source of income...
But Yan Shixun didn't care what they were thinking.
When he stood on top of the statue before, he keenly noticed that the statue was fully armed with armor, its body was hard and seemed to have no weaknesses.
However, the neck of the statue is not protected by anything and is exposed. It is the thinnest part of the statue's body.
Even though the statues that can move are beyond the scope of the normal world, they are tangible objects, and are made of industrial metal. This gives the statues a heavy force weighing several tons, but also adds a fatal weakness to them.
——The weakness of metal is its weakness.
As long as he could attack the weakest part of the statue, he could destroy it. Although he didn't know whether the statue could move again after its integrity was destroyed, there was no better way to attack it at the moment.
So Yan Shixun chose to take a gamble based on the existing information.
Those who are afraid of death before the market opens are destined to lose.
But he believed that he could win.
then--
He won.
Thoroughly.
But this also brings up another problem.
Yan Shixun placed his hands on his waist, rubbed his muscles calmly, and a helpless smile appeared on his lips.
In order to successfully jump to the calculated landing point in the air, he strained his muscles. Moreover, after dozens of attacks and the last unreserved attack, he was now exhausted, his hands and feet were limp and he couldn't lift his strength.
He even reached the point where he needed the spear to support him. If it weren't for this support, he would probably have sat down.
If anything had enough power to attack him at this time, he would most likely get hurt because he couldn't dodge in time.
Just as Yan Shixun was looking around vigilantly and his brain was quickly thinking about how to evacuate safely from the main hall, a heavy muffled sound suddenly sounded in the main hall.
"Squeak, snap—"
It turned out that the statue had lost its head and was slowly tilting and falling to the ground.
Looking at the direction, it was exactly where Yan Shixun was standing.
After estimating the scope of impact after the fall of such a huge statue, Yan Shixun's eyebrows were filled with a trace of helplessness.
With his current physical strength, it seems that he is too slow to evacuate this area in time.
But Yan Shixun's helplessness will not stop the statue from falling.
The headless statue was still slowly falling down. After losing its head, it became a huge, motionless block of iron, weighing several tons.
Yan Shixun held onto his spear to support his exhausted body, and looked up, watching the golden light getting closer and closer to him...
A pair of strong arms suddenly stretched out from behind Yan Shixun, grabbed his waist and pulled him directly backwards.
Yan Shixun felt a flash before his eyes, and the surrounding scenery was rapidly receding on both sides of his vision. A pair of cold but powerful arms were holding his waist, protecting him between a strong chest.
He could even feel a cold breath falling on his skin beside his neck, which made him shiver physiologically.
There was a loud bang next to my ears, and dust and gravel flew everywhere.
When Yan Shixun looked again, he found himself standing outside the main hall.
Inside the wide-open door of the main hall, the headless statue had already fallen to the ground with a loud bang.
A low laugh came from his ear.
"Why don't you run away? Do you like to be buried alive?"
Yan Shixun: Get lost.
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