I was completely stunned by what I saw.
Good heavens, is this still the same mural that was just normal?
It felt exactly like two energies colliding!
Now that this thing is in front of me, I immediately feel a huge burning sensation. This is the energy collision brought about by the lightning strike sword!
And after this collision, the sword light, just like before, penetrated into the interior of the mural.
It bounced back and forth inside, but this time, the sword light didn't rush straight towards the fat man.
Instead, it circled around inside several times, scaring everyone around it, who then moved even further away.
They seemed to be about to break free from the painting, but upon closer inspection, I realized they were all huddled at the edge and wouldn't actually leave the painting.
Moreover, the number of people inside has remained basically unchanged.
I was staring at the scene before me when I suddenly heard other people talking inside.
As if marveling at the strange phenomenon before them, I thought to myself, "Wow, these people do have real feelings after all."
They were already afraid of the fat man, but now the lightning bolt from the Thunderstrike Sword has them all backing away in fright.
Despite thinking this, I still had the Thunder Strike Sword strike in again without hesitation.
The other people here are of no use to me; they are just ordinary people here.
If I care about their lives, then who will pity me?
As I was thinking this, the lightning sword struck again, and this time the bolt of lightning once again penetrated into the mural.
It intertwined completely with the previous beam of light, and then struck the fat man heavily on the back.
I watched the fat man wildly waving his arms, and even noticed that his suit was somewhat torn.
"Great, it seems this is working," I thought to myself.
Without hesitation, I rushed forward and punched the fat man in the chest.
The girl, who was initially quite worried, exclaimed, "Brother, are you sure you're okay going up there like that? I'm afraid this fat guy will just come out and hurt me. Even if he is Boss Zhou, I'm afraid he won't hold back!"
The girl was already very anxious at this point, and I didn't reply, judging from her tone.
He just gave her a confident look, and in my opinion, this Fatty Zhou is now...
No, it's this monster; there's no way it could possibly come out.
He was completely inside this mural! How could he have just appeared out of thin air?!
The lightning sword strike had already severely injured him, causing him to stagger inside.
They were clearly very weak...
I could even see that although he was still walking forward, his steps were no longer as fast as before.
He is currently in a state of shock.
In other words, the lightning sword's strike just now definitely had an effect.
Yes, the Thunder Strike Sword itself contains a great deal of energy, that's undeniable.
Moreover, without the lightning sword, I couldn't just stand there indefinitely.
I didn't hesitate. The ancient man before was indeed too hard to break, but this guy was much fatter!
If I followed my normal, habitual thinking and assumed his body was just as rigid, I might have fallen into a trap.
As I punched him again and again, I felt that the fat man's flesh had a certain elasticity.
Although I was clearly hitting the painting, my fist felt like it was hitting some sharp stones.
You could even feel the pain from the sharp points on those stones cutting your hands, but it was neutralized by the elasticity of the fat man's belly.
What's going on?
At that moment, it felt as if I had punched a soft yet sharp wall.
The fat man also let out a scream, which finally forced the scattered mural figures around him to retreat completely.
Just moments ago, they were merely hiding nearby; some hid in the trees depicted in the painting, while others jumped directly into the river without a word.
Now these people seem afraid of being hit by my fist, and they all quickly back away.
I'm a little puzzled. When the lightning sword struck them, weren't they afraid of being affected by the light?
Now they're afraid of my fist, so I didn't pursue the matter further. I just watched as these guys quickly retreated to the edge of the mural.
This time, they didn't hide anywhere; they simply fled as far as they could in all directions around the murals.
At this moment, all I could see was this fat man wildly flailing his arms and legs.
His eyes looked quite fierce, as if he regarded me as his lifelong nemesis.
Only then did I finally see this guy's eyes clearly; they were exactly the same as when Fatty Zhou mutated.
Some parts of it protruded outwards, and it was covered with red blood streaks. I was shocked. Good heavens, this mural actually had red paint on it!
It seems that a lot of effort was put into creating this painting, since I remember it very clearly.
When the girl, Lei Jijian, and I first came in and saw this mural, it only had some uneven textures.
The figures above are drawn using a sculpting technique, and there are basically no bright colors to be seen.
But at this moment, all sorts of colors appeared before my eyes. Was it just my hallucination again?
I looked at the fat man, and his expression seemed to be turning rather unpleasant.
Moreover, his cheeks were completely white, like the props in a paper craft shop, which were specially painted white.
A wave of disgust washed over me, and I punched even faster.
When I slammed my fist down, I could even feel something moving inside. I kept pounding away.
I didn't feel tired at all; at that moment, I felt like my mind had become more agile.
With each punch I landed, I felt my brain being stimulated.
He then threw about ten more punches, and with a "bang," the fat man groaned and took two steps back.
His chest fat had dented in a dent, then slowly bounced back.
When I threw another punch, I couldn't reach him at all.
I was shocked. No way, what kind of trick is this?
Could it be that it can mobilize its own energy to reduce the severity of the attack and thus become immune to my attacks?
Although this person only took two steps back, they were still clearly in front of me.
I stood there completely stunned, utterly dumbfounded.
The next second, not only his cheeks, but his entire face turned deathly pale.
It was even more frightening than the bluish-gray face of the previous ancient man; a little black blood even oozed from the corner of his mouth.
A drop of water dripped onto the surface of the mural, and when I reached out and touched it, my hand was indeed covered in black residue.
It also has a strong fishy smell!
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