Tomb Raiding: My Family's Last Clan Chief is Little Brother

Chapter 277 Fighting between gods
The three people in front disappeared in a flash.

Fatty, with his more experience, led Wu Xiaoxie into the woods, following the trampled bushes and weeds.

Right now, in the woods.

The gray-clad figure was carrying a metal box in both hands, which made running difficult, and Zhang Wuxun quickly caught up with him.

Zhang Wuxun reached out and tried to grab the back of his neck, because he knew that this guy had trained and his shoulders were in that state, so he couldn't grab him at all.

Sensing danger, the gray figure ducked to avoid it, and as he bent over, he swung the box with both hands and smashed it towards Zhang Wuxun's side.

Zhang Wuxun jumped back to avoid it, then kicked at the man's knee while simultaneously grabbing the gray shadow man's claws on the box handle with one hand.

Having already exchanged blows on the wooden building, the gray-haired man knew that Zhang Wuxun was not easy to deal with, so he quickly moved his hand to dodge.

The next second he realized he was in trouble. He was thrown off balance by the heavy box, his right leg couldn't dodge in time, and he could only grit his teeth and take the hit, half of his body falling to his knees on the ground.

Zhang Wuxun leaped up, placed one foot on the box and pressed down, then lifted his left knee to strike the gray-skinned man's chin.

The gray figure was knocked over and tumbled, dropping the box from his hands. He got up and lunged to grab it back.

At this moment, the young man arrived, glanced at Zhang Wuxun, and immediately started fighting with the gray-clad man.

Zhang Wuxun chuckled softly, placed one foot on the box, and quietly watched the show.

A few minutes later, he heard a series of heavy footsteps behind him. Without turning around, he knew that Wu Xiaoxie and Fatty had caught up with him.

The fight between the young man and the gray-clad figure was also nearing its end.

Without the box to hinder him, the gray shadow man's skills improved slightly, but he still couldn't beat the young man.

The two men held each other's arms and spun around half a circle. Suddenly, the young man exerted his strength, twisted his waist, and threw the gray figure backwards to the ground, where it crashed into the base of a tree.

The young man, with his exceptional flexibility, steadied himself, took two steps forward, grabbed the gray-clad figure, pressed one knee against his spine, and tried to disarm him by holding his arm, but suddenly realized that something was wrong.

In that split second, the gray figure grabbed a handful of grass clippings from the ground and slapped them at the young man's eyes.

The young man quickly turned his head to dodge, but the arm under his hand suddenly retracted and sprang out of his grasp.

A dirty shoe sole came flying at him. The young man bent his elbow to block it, and instinctively reached out and grabbed, tearing off half of the gray-clad man's clothes in an instant.

The gray figure escaped by shrinking his bones in time, but suddenly felt a chill on his body. Looking down, his pupils contracted sharply. Forgetting about grabbing the box again, he covered his shoulder with one hand and fled deeper into the woods.

Based on his familiarity with the place, he was quite confident that he could escape.

Unexpectedly, the few minutes that were wasted due to this fight allowed the fat man and his companion to catch up. Seeing that he was trying to escape, they immediately turned around and rushed forward to block his path.

The gray-clad figure dodged left and right, only to find himself trapped in an encirclement by Zhang Wuxun and his three companions.

He quickly deduced that Wu Xiaoxie was the weakest of the four in terms of martial arts skills.

Immediately, the man charged straight at Wu Xiaoxie like a bull.

Wu Xiaoxie was startled and was struggling with whether to dodge or not when the fat man next to him jumped up, grabbed the gray shadow man's other sleeve, sat on the ground, and pulled him down by gravity.

With a sizzle, the gray shadow man's other sleeve was also completely ruined, exposing his dark blue tattoos to the group.

Now, the gray-haired figure was completely enraged, raising his foot to kick the fat man in the head. If that kick landed, the fat man would be bedridden for months. Zhang Wuxun reacted swiftly, throwing a long black sword directly from his spatial storage, the scabbard still attached, and slamming it heavily into the gray-haired figure's ankle.

"Ah—" the gray shadowy man screamed in agony. His right leg had been severely injured twice and was now completely unable to be picked up.

The fat man grinned maliciously, got up from the ground, slapped him across the head, and cursed, "You son of a bitch, you think you can cripple your father? I'll let you taste my Thunder God Palm!"

He took a solid hit the first time, but before he could even throw himself at the second time, the gray figure shrank back and slipped out of the fat man's grasp, grabbed the grass and rolled on the spot, disappearing into the bushes in an instant.

The fat man froze for a moment, then yelled "Where do you think you're going?" and lunged into the bushes.

With a muffled thud, the fat man disappeared into the bushes.

The young man and his companions rushed over, parted the turf on the surface of the bushes, and looked down. They discovered that there was actually a hollow space underneath the bushes, and the fat man, due to his weight, had fallen solidly into the deep pit below.

On one side of the pit, there was a narrow dog hole in the overgrown earthen wall. Clearly, the gray shadow had crawled through there and run away right after falling in.

Zhang Wuxun picked up the black gold ancient knife he had just thrown at the man, placed it on the tin box, and carried it to the edge of the pit, waiting for the two men to pull the fat man out.

"Bah bah bah!"

The fat man spat out the grass from his mouth, cursing incessantly. His body and head were covered with countless green burr seeds, making him look like an unlucky protagonist in a comedy movie.

When gods fight, fat people suffer.

The group laughed as they used the wet wipes provided by Zhang Wuxun to pad their hands and removed the wipes one by one for him.

The fat man's exposed skin, where he had been pricked, was already turning red.

Zhang Wuxun took out an anti-itch spray from his pocket and sprayed it on him, teasingly saying, "You usually look tough and thick-skinned, but you're actually more delicate than Lin Daiyu. One mosquito bite and your whole hand will swell up."

"Damn it." The fat man was a little embarrassed and muttered, "That bastard is so mean, he deliberately led me into this little thing's trap."

"Damn it, if I catch him, I'll throw him into a pit and roll him around like a ball."

The young man looked at Zhang Wuxun, who seemed both familiar and unfamiliar, and his gaze fell on the black gold ancient sword, his eyes immediately fixing on it.

"Here you go." Zhang Wuxun handed him the knife. "I stopped by Wushan Residence on my way here, so I brought it for you."

The young man took the knife and silently looked at Zhang Wuxun without saying a word.

Zhang Wuxun touched the tip of his nose. Indeed, after leaving the Queen Mother of the West's Palace, the young man was completely mechanical, like a puppet, with no memory whatsoever. He hadn't seen him much since being hospitalized, so it was normal for him to feel unfamiliar with him for a while.

"Damn it, you damn wooden fish, where the hell have you been? Why didn't you answer my call!" Wu Xiaoxie almost jumped up, slapping Zhang Wuxun's arm and leaving a gray handprint.

Zhang Wuxun looked at the claw marks on his white hooded sweatshirt, his lips twitched, and he silently repeated to himself, "This is Wu Xiaogou, I can't lay a hand on him," before calmly saying, "It's a long story, I'll tell you when I'm done."

Wu Xiaoxie wasn't buying it. "Then get to the point."

"Alright, let's find a place, and I'll explain it to you slowly," Zhang Wuxun said helplessly.

Wu Xiaoxie paused for a moment, looked down at the tin box at Zhang Wuxun's feet, and asked in confusion, "What's in this? Why did that dusty-looking guy want to steal this?"

(End of this chapter)