We're now trapped, and there's only one way left to get out.
kill!
We have no choice but to fight our way out. We still have accelerant on hand, which seems to have a natural effect against those cypress trees.
I discovered that as long as the cypress is lit, other trees will stay away from the burning ones; they are quite resistant to fire.
Susu was still using the accelerant to unleash magic on the cypress trees, so I quickly went over to check on Dante's condition.
Fortunately, our rescue was timely. Apart from being a little confused due to lack of oxygen, Dante only had some superficial burns from the sticky residue on the branches.
It seems that the sap from these cypress branches is some kind of evolved digestive fluid that can be corrosive to humans.
To help Dante recover quickly, I pinched his philtrum and the space between his thumb and index finger firmly.
Pressing these two acupoints can produce intense pain, and they are generally used for emergency rescue of people who have fallen into a coma.
The intense pain made Dante cry out as the agony invaded his brain. The dazed feeling quickly receded like a receding tide.
Dante instinctively reached out to pry my hand off his thumb, and only then did he realize with surprise that his hand could move again.
"Sir! I..."
I interrupted Dante by gesturing with my hand, patted the knife in my hand, and said...
"We'll talk about this later. Dante, you can still fight, right? Draw your sword. We need to break out!"
"Okay!"
Dante nodded emphatically in agreement, then gripped the cleaver in his hand tightly.
The combustion aid was consumed very quickly; we collected some at the bottom of the sinkhole. However, the amount was very limited, as we had already used some up dealing with the giant mosquitoes.
Su Su had already put the remaining accelerant in her backpack and brought it with her.
"Susu, stop. We need to use this sap sparingly; there are still many more trees like this ahead."
I chopped off five or six tree branches that were attacking Su Su from behind, and shouted to Su Su, who was spitting fire to clear a path in front of me.
Su Su naturally knew how precious the accelerants she had were, so each time she sprayed a jet of fire, she only took a small sip of the liquid.
Even so, the combustion accelerant was still being consumed at an extremely rapid rate.
He glanced at Dante, who had regained consciousness and was now chopping down the branches that were attacking them with his master.
Looking at the little accelerant she had left, Su Su steeled herself, stuffed the stopper back into her backpack, and then drew the Nepalese machete from her waist.
The three swords, arranged in a triangle, constantly shifted their positions as they moved forward, locked in combat.
In that instant, we perfectly demonstrated the speed and reaction capabilities that the human body can achieve.
At this moment, we are like a rumbling human lawnmower, leaving only a trail of swords and shadows in our wake.
Once we've overcome our initial fear and become more prepared, those cypress branches are no match for our strength.
To be honest, those cypress branches weren't very fast at attacking, but there were just too many of them, making it difficult for one person to handle them.
These cypress branches are far slower than the attack speed of the three-spined coelacanths. Moreover, each of us can escape unscathed from the attacks of at least two three-spined coelacanths, and Susu and Dante have even cultivated to the point of being able to withstand three.
Now, the three of us are among the best in the tribe in terms of speed and reaction ability. Coupled with our excellent teamwork, we have basically sealed off all possible loopholes in our field of vision.
The branches of the cypress tree swung wildly, but its usually reliable skills met with resistance here.
At this moment, we are simply cutting these cypress trees as firewood that can be moved around.
The firewood we chopped before was no easy task, especially since we were using rather dull stone axes for training, and it took a whole day to chop it.
Those extreme training sessions have indeed greatly improved our muscle endurance. Now that we're in a non-high-oxygen environment, we don't have to worry about serious physical exhaustion or other problems.
Having overcome the initial fear, we gradually relaxed. As long as we performed at our normal wood-chopping level, these numerous cypress trees could not harm us.
"Master, I feel that these trees are a bit slow, not as fast and energetic as the snakes we trained before."
"Yeah, this thing is so soft to chop, it's easy to cut through without even using much force. Dante could chop this kind of handwork all day without a break."
Listening to Su Su and Dante's somewhat arrogant words, I secretly despised the two of them. Did they think everyone would be as perverted as the two of them?
Okay, I admit my ability to spot fifty scouting points at a glance is indeed quite impressive. However, this is due to my well-rounded overall skill level; I haven't reached their level of freakish prowess.
"Susu, what are you planning to make for lunch later?"
After a while, Dante started to get bored, so he took the initiative to strike up a conversation with Susu.
"Hmm, how about I cook you a meal made from these tree branches?"
Su Su joked, already grabbing a handful of branches that were attacking her and cutting them in half with a single stroke. She then deftly bundled them together with the branches – wasn't that the same technique she used when chopping wood?
Su Su has actually started using the cypress as firewood, and it's the kind of firewood that's willingly delivered itself to her doorstep.
"Susu, are you going to use them as firewood? Why are you even tying them up as a pile of firewood?"
I continued clearing away the cypress trees blocking my way while making jokes.
"Master, we'll need to find firewood to cook later anyway. With these branches, we can just find some dry branches to start a fire."
These branches look like they'd burn well, if only you had helped me gather some firewood. Remember to choose older branches; they have less moisture and are easier to ignite.
I feel a little ashamed. Not long ago, the atmosphere was eerie, but now it has become somewhat comical.
Those ghost cypress trees, which cannot speak, have the status of the murderous willows they once held, but now they are reduced to being used as firewood for cooking, and they are even willingly extending themselves to be cut down.
I wonder what it's thinking. Maybe it should just give up. You perverts are really hurting the tree's pride. Is it really appropriate to chop me down as firewood?
Cutting down a regular tree is cutting down a tree, and cutting down a tree that kills people is also cutting down a tree. As long as you are a tree, then it's my responsibility to cut you down. Whether it's appropriate or not, I'll just cut you down.
So... the three of us actually started gathering firewood in this killer forest that even animals feared. And we were picking and choosing, selecting branches that were easy to burn, showing no signs of the life-or-death ordeal we were going through.
This is simply a routine activity for woodcutters going into the mountains to gather firewood.
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