Moreover, this fat guy's learning speed seems to be quite astonishing.
In just this short time, he has already mastered almost all the ancient people's methods of extending things at will.
However, he hasn't made a move yet, secretly hiding this method.
I reckon he'll use this tactic during a direct confrontation, perhaps to catch them off guard.
Therefore, I am very vigilant now.
As for this guy, he probably still thinks we haven't even discovered his trick.
However, what puts the most pressure on me is this fat man, who will carry out the ancients' instructions 100%.
This is the most dangerous thing. In this way, the two of them are like one person, except that the fat man is like an ancient person's clone.
But the problem is, since he was the one who resurrected the ancients, why would they obey his commands?
If it's simply because of this master-servant relationship, that's a bit too far-fetched. It means that this fat man didn't have his own thoughts at all; from the moment he was born, he was only there to serve this ancient person.
And if that's the case, then I can understand why the fat man came out of the mural.
However, such a stakes are a bit too difficult for us.
At this point, I, who had been running all the way ahead, felt a little out of breath.
The girl was also holding my hand, and I could feel her chest heaving more and more violently, each breath seeming to carry a burning pain.
"Could those two be playing some dirty trick on us from behind?" I wondered. But when I looked back, I didn't see anything unusual.
The fat man was merely following orders, while the ancient man seemed to be giving him some instructions.
The next second, the fat man started running straight towards us.
The speed was even faster than before.
At this point, all we could do was run. If we tried to fight them head-on, we would be no match for them at all.
I felt a thin layer of cold sweat on my back after just those two steps.
On the one hand, it's because I'm a little afraid of these two guys. After all, what they did wasn't anything special, but the way they did it was just disgusting and terrifying.
On the other hand, what puzzled me was that, logically speaking, when I swam for so long when I was leaving the shallow part of this compass, I didn't feel particularly tired or uncomfortable.
Although we had wristbands back then, which helped reduce some of the burden, we still have them on our arms now.
Could it be that this wristband stopped working after a while?
This is even stranger. The girl told me before that I was the one who activated this thing, which means that the energy it displays is also closely related to me.
It's impossible that I felt some fear or thought they were disgusting, so I lowered the quality of this wristband.
I still can't figure out why I sweat after just running those two steps.
I even think it's very likely because the agreement on this matter is so disgusting.
Blue Armor can control everything from behind, and it can definitely control this contract on my body as well.
The next second, I felt like my clothes were sticking to my body.
Looking back, I saw that the ancient man seemed to be reaching out to us as well. He turned his wrist slightly and then began to extend it straight out.
This time, however, his hand seemed to have a unique luster, just like the cane we had seen before.
I pondered this to myself.
Well, did he absorb the energy from his spine as well?
This thing absorbs energy from its own bones; it's truly unique.
At that moment, the fat man turned around, even arching his back, and the next second he was patted by the ancient man's hand.
This fat guy has sped up a bit more!
That's when I realized that the ancient person's hand seemed to be acting as an accelerator for him.
Such teamwork between these two is simply too strong!
If things continue like this, as long as the ancients keep patting the fat man from behind, they can keep accelerating him, and it's only a matter of time before the fat man catches up with us.
Instead, it seems that after he resurrected the ancients, they were slowly transferring energy to him. I saw that the fat man's hands were getting bigger and bigger.
It was at this moment that, in order to increase his speed, he put away the huge cloak that he had previously spread out.
He was wearing a suit again, which was very exquisite and had a stronger sheen than before.
The way these two work together is absolutely suffocating!
The next second, I looked at the ancient man's injured arm, and it seemed he wasn't charging straight towards us.
After circling twice, it actually left an angle and rushed towards our side.
Two or three seconds later, his hand swiftly reached one end of the secret room.
That's when I realized that this guy wasn't trying to capture us at all; he was trying to cut off our escape route!
This method is really disgusting.
In retrospect, these two combined are nothing more than the ancients trying to find a solution.
It was precisely this mind of his that was directing the fat man.
In other words, if we want to break through, we should first take action against this ancient person.
Once he's defeated, the fat man will naturally become a fool.
At this point, I conveyed my thoughts to Lei Jijian, who repeatedly praised them.
"Master, what you said is really true."
Don't worry, as soon as I get the chance, I'll kill that ancient man. Judging by his strength, I think I can still put up a fight.
"But that fat guy, his fighting skills are just disgusting..."
Lei Jijian speaks with great confidence.
I know that if he were to directly engage that ancient person in a real fight, the Thunder Strike Sword would definitely be faster than the ancient person.
However, this guy, along with the fat guy, is really too troublesome.
Not only that, after the ancient man blocked one road with one hand, he slowly stretched out his other hand, which I quickly caught in my peripheral vision. He blocked our right side as well!
As long as we keep moving in a straight line, it will be most advantageous for fat people and ancient people!
That's when I realized what that ancient person was trying to do. And the next second, I heard the fat man shout again!
Then I heard him swing his two big fists and slam them heavily onto the ground.
It was this blow that made the wriggling of the worms on his body even louder, producing a rustling sound.
It created a sense of oppression that made my scalp tingle.
This thing has been enhanced by the ancients again!
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