Chapter 735 Unreasonable!!! Invincible!!!
Inside the 1.4-meter-high ice sculpture, the white-masked figure, though frozen in body, has not completely lost consciousness.
He clearly felt the earth shake violently.
At first, the vibration was very weak, as if heavy machinery was working in the distance, but soon the vibration got closer and stronger.
The shockwave traveled through the ice layer close to the ground, causing his entire frozen body to resonate slightly, with a faint "humming" sound emanating from inside the ice crystals.
He couldn't turn his head; his vision was limited to an area directly in front of him, distorted by the refraction of the ice.
He couldn't see what was happening outside; he could only guess based on the terrifying tremors and sounds.
But he knew that the Night's Watchman who had frozen him didn't even have time to completely smash him to pieces and confirm the kill (although he might not have been able to smash him to pieces either), and fled in a disheveled and miserable state as if he had seen a ghost.
"No, why are you running?!"
The white-masked figure frantically circulated its qi and blood within the ice, attempting to break free from the confinement, its heart filled with both anger and inexplicable unease.
"What did you see? You should have told me before you ran! Did you see Feng Mu coming at us?"
"I admit that Feng Mu is surprisingly strong, but does that mean he should scare a night watchman like this and make such a fool of himself?!"
Don't the Night's Watchmen have any pride?!
His unease grew stronger and stronger, like an undercurrent beneath the ice.
This unknown threat is so terrifying that even the Night Watchmen flee at the mere sight of it. What does it mean for me, frozen solid at this moment?
He desperately channeled his vital energy, simulating the energy burst of a living organism, while his exoskeleton creaked under extreme stress.
The cracks appearing on the surface of the ice are expanding at a slow but definitely visible rate.
Just then—
"boom!!!!!"
A deafening bang, much closer and louder than any before, seemed to explode right next to his ear.
No, it's not just "seems," it's definitely within three to five meters of him!
It was as if a cannonball of enormous caliber had crashed down on him.
The terrifying shockwave, even through a layer of hard ice more than a meter thick, struck his ice sculpture body like a heavy hammer.
"Buzz—!"
The entire ice sculpture began to shake violently, as if it might lift off the ground at any moment.
The frozen internal structure could not withstand the violent force and emitted a continuous "crackling" sound.
Countless cracks, spreading wildly like a spider web, instantly appeared on the surface of the ice. The originally crystal clear ice became blurry and covered with white cracks.
Through these crisscrossing cracks and the relatively thin side angles of the ice, his frozen vision finally managed to capture some glimpses of the outside world.
What he could barely make out was a chest as thick as a city wall, bulging with muscles, and in front of that chest, a pair of small red shoes swaying gently from the impact of landing.
Those shoes were very small, extremely small!
In a flash, three clear thoughts flashed through the white-masked man's mind, which was somewhat dulled by the coldness:
My first thought was:
It's not Feng Mu! This person... is so tall! So strong!
The second thought was:
Was it this man (or more likely the little red shoe sitting on him) who scared the Night Watch away?
Well, he personally leans more towards the latter judgment, after all, the short man understands the danger of being short.
Someone who can command the utmost respect from such a giant must be no ordinary person.
The third thought was:
Wow...such tiny feet! This person (referring to the seated person) is probably about as short as me! It's really...scary!!! (The word "scary" here has a complex meaning.)
The next instant, through the cracked ice, he heard a crisp voice, tinged with excitement and a sense of command, coming from above:
"Senior Brother, forget about this popsicle! Chase after the one that ran away, that one's stronger! We need to help Junior Brother catch the worst and strongest one!"
Then came a muffled "hmm".
Then, the white-masked figure felt the mountain-like figure beside him unleash terrifying kinetic energy once again.
The earth beneath their feet let out a second, unbearable groan, and then exploded with a deafening roar!
The enormous shadow, with a striking red dot on its shoulder, like a boulder hurled by a giant catapult, the source of soul-chilling pressure rapidly receded—the humanoid cannonball had risen into the air once more.
Inside the ice, the white-masked figure: "..."
An indescribable emotion welled up inside me, temporarily overshadowing my eagerness to break free.
Am I being looked down upon?
That little brat actually thinks the escaped Night's Watchman is stronger and worse than me?! What makes him think that?! Just because he can run fast?!
Is the standard for measuring strength simply who can escape the fastest?!
He was initially filled with a nameless anger, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of lucky joy.
Regardless, the two of them went to chase after the Night's Watchman for them.
Alright, alright, we short people are all big-hearted, let's not argue with them.
"Snap—Snap snap—!!"
With a series of crisp, rapid explosions, the thick ice surrounding the white mask finally gave way, shattering inch by inch and exploding with a deafening roar.
Countless ice blocks, large and small, shot out in all directions with a sharp whistling sound, leaving the surrounding ground riddled with holes.
The white-masked figure stepped out and breathed in the cold, free air of the outside world once more.
He stretched his stiff neck, making a soft "crack" sound.
The white exoskeleton covering his body was covered with a thick layer of frost, beneath which many crisscrossing cracks could be seen, especially the cracks on his arms.
He looked down at his arms, then suddenly shook his hands. The exoskeleton components covering his arms shattered with a "crash," scattering across the ground and revealing two pale, poreless arms underneath.
He stood still, paused for a second, and his cold gaze swept in the direction where Du Ya and Li Bashan had left. He was thinking rapidly whether he should chase after them to see what was going on.
Can the two sides fight and the third party benefits? Or at least can one fish in troubled waters?
Just as he was hesitating—
"boom!!!"
Not far away, in the area of dilapidated bungalows, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted. Flames and thick smoke shot into the sky.
The man in the white mask suddenly turned his head, paused for a moment, and then let out a cold sneer from beneath the mask:
"Ha... there's another hidden mastermind? This is never going to end!"
Without further hesitation, he blurred into a white blur and rushed toward the location of the explosion.
Compared to the Night's Watchman who was already being targeted, this new development might be more worthy of his intervention.
Meanwhile, a kilometer away.
Raven pushed its speed to the limit, the wind whistling in its ears and a sharp pain like being cut by a knife inside its body.
He dared not turn around, relying solely on his senses and the sounds behind him to determine the situation.
When he finally couldn't resist and, during a brief moment of rest, risked glancing back, the sight that met his eyes made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his very soul trembling.
A humanoid cannonball was relentlessly approaching him in a seemingly clumsy but actually astonishingly fast manner, rising and falling continuously.
The booming sound, like the drumbeats of death, struck his heart.
He was utterly horrified, a feeling mixed with an indescribable sense of grievance and absurdity.
No, why?! Why are you relentlessly chasing after me?!
Didn't you clearly leave one behind?
A white mask looking unhappy, the "popsicle" I specially left for you, can't you see it?
Isn't such a big ice cream more appealing than this "hard bone" that I'm desperately trying to escape?
The raven couldn't understand where it had gone wrong.
After all, even elementary school students understand textbook knowledge—if you encounter a tiger in the forest, you don't need to run faster than the tiger; you only need to run faster than the person next to you to survive.
But why did this tiger (or rather, these two tigers) ignore the slower one (the one with the white mask) and instead relentlessly chase after the faster one?
Could it be that... this widely circulated truth is actually just a lie written in books?
The real answer isn't to run past the person next to you, but quite the opposite: stand still and the tiger will chase the fastest one!
These two tigers are so unreasonable!
Damn it!
………
Raven pushed the power of the Nine Yin Manual within his body to its limit, even at the cost of further damaging his meridians and internal organs. He increased his speed to the extreme, his dusty figure frantically darting through waist-high weeds.
Wherever it passed, the grass underfoot was cut by the rapidly passing airflow, falling and freezing to both sides, leaving a winding path of frost.
However, no matter how much he pushed his potential, the terrifying "boom boom boom" sounds behind him not only did not move away, but instead sounded like a death knell, one sound after another, one sound closer and closer.
Each time the giant foot slammed to the ground with a loud thud, it felt as if it were striking his very heart, causing his blood to surge and making him almost vomit blood.
"I'm running, he's 'flying,' how can I escape?"
His face beneath the raven mask was deathly pale, and the cold sweat that had just seeped out of his pores was frozen into fine ice crystals by the chill on his skin.
He was greatly alarmed and frantically rolled his eyes, scanning the bushes in front of him and on both sides, searching for any usable terrain.
A hollow enough to hide in, a thick bush to obstruct his view, or even a boulder that could temporarily shield him from the terrifying, straight pursuit...
But as far as the eye could see, there was only endless weeds, undulating in the night wind, like a green ocean that swallowed up all hope.
It's so desolate here that you can't find even a large enough rock or a complex terrain that can provide effective cover.
Not to mention any complex terrain or man-made structures that could provide him with hiding places or opportunities to maneuver.
The most recent massive construction is the high wall of the Second Prison.
The raven was like a rabbit running in the open, exposed to the tiger's back and the fox's watchful eye, with nowhere to hide.
He realized he had made a mistake; he shouldn't have run deeper into the grass, which led him further and further into the desolate wilderness.
He suddenly realized that the best choice was to run along the highway towards the city.
Once you can break into the neon-lit, bustling steel jungle, simply find a corner, remove your mask, and blend into the crowd; your chances of survival will greatly increase.
"Is it too late to change course now?"
The idea had barely formed when it was ruthlessly shattered by reality.
"boom--!!!"
A louder and closer explosion than any before seemed to explode right next to his ear.
What followed was a series of clear, melodious laughs that made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"Almost there! Senior Brother, just one more jump and you'll catch up!"
The distance is less than 100 meters!
We can't hesitate any longer!
He bit his tongue hard, using the intense pain to forcefully dispel the chaotic thoughts and fears in his mind. The chilling power of the Nine Yin Manual surged and flowed through his meridians with unprecedented frenzy.
While maintaining his maximum speed of escape, he unleashed the chilling techniques he had learned throughout his life without looking back.
"Mysterious Ice Barrier!"
The raven hissed and howled, its voice hoarse and distorted from pain and exhaustion.
He swung his hands back violently, and nearly half of the cold, yin energy in his body surged out.
The air temperature in a large area behind them plummeted to near zero degrees Celsius, and countless fine ice crystals, shimmering with a ghostly blue light, instantly condensed and coalesced.
Not just one, but seven or eight consecutive semi-transparent ice walls, more than half a meter thick, with a smooth, mirror-like surface yet containing extreme cold, rising up like fortresses from nowhere, layer upon layer.
The chill emanating from the ice wall caused the surrounding air to crackle and freeze.
"A cold spring springs from the ground!"
The raven's footsteps changed abruptly. With each touch of the ground, a wisp of extremely condensed, sinister, and serpentine cold energy burrowed into the ground like a living creature, rapidly traversing along the earth's veins.
"Puff puff puff puff—!"
One by one, sharp icicles with spiraling barbs pierced through the soil.
They did not grow haphazardly, but rather intertwined to form a vast expanse of deadly ice thorn forest.
Each ice spike gleamed with a ghostly blue poisonous light, containing a chill enough to freeze the soul and powerful physical penetrating force.
At the same time, he half-turned around, his eyes turning pure ice white due to the extreme exertion of his power, with no trace of iris visible.
He struck out with both palms, the cold light in his palms as white as liquid nitrogen burning intensely, striking the approximate location of the approaching terrifying figure from a distance.
"Netherworld Summoning!"
This move is not a direct physical attack, but an attempt to use pure, cold energy to remotely induce and freeze the flow of qi and blood in the opponent's body. Even if it can only cause a momentary delay, it is a precious chance to escape.
These were his most treasured techniques, which he rarely used, as each use would deplete his vital energy. Now, in order to survive, he was using them without reservation, even at the cost of overdrawing his life essence.
However, all of this pales in comparison to absolute power.
Faced with the towering, thick ice walls, Li Bashan didn't even bother to parry. He maintained his terrifying rhythm of rising and falling, crashing into them like a humanoid meteorite.
……..
(End of this chapter)
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