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Chapter 257 The Suppressor with Absolute Power

Lin Chuqiao leaned against a thick tree trunk, her long, flowing hair cascading messily over her shoulders, with a few strands sticking wetly to her flushed cheeks.

She was almost exhausted, but the situation was fraught with danger and she could not afford to be careless.

I can only force myself to stay focused, establish a connection with the professors and others, and communicate the situation promptly.
"Professor, we are in a bad situation. We have completely lost our way. There is a man-eating black fog blocking our way, and there are other teams of people beside us."

"Xiao Chu, don't panic."

The professor's voice was calm and composed, carrying a soothing power, and came clearly through the mental link:

“I have a friend who is planning to join our communication channel, and he might be able to help.”

Lin Chuqiao was full of doubts. At this point, where could the professor find help?

Before she could even ask, a somewhat familiar male voice suddenly rang in her mind:

"Hello everyone, you can call me White Ghost."

The other party spoke concisely and politely.

Upon hearing this, Lin Chuqiao's mouth gaped open, and she was stunned on the spot.

Meanwhile, the surviving treasure hunters gradually came to their senses after a moment of panic.

One of the masked men was thin and had small, bright eyes that kept darting around.

While keeping an eye on Lin Chuqiao and the other two, he whispered to the people next to him, occasionally pointing at Bailing and Dachui.

They had clearly recognized the lost people they had just encountered on the road as Mike's "accomplices" who had fled with the treasure.

Soon, these people seemed to reach some kind of tacit understanding, and began to secretly move their feet and gather around.

"What do you want to do?"

Upon seeing this, Bailing immediately questioned him warily, instinctively clutching the golden peony bottle even tighter.

"hehe."

The masked man at the head of the group let out a cold laugh, the sound coming from behind the black hood, carrying a sinister undertone.

His gaze, like a wolf locking onto its prey, landed directly on the bundle in Bai Ling's arms, and he said softly:

"If I'm not mistaken, the Golden Bamba Bottle should be in your hands, right?"

The other two men, also wearing hoods and looking like robbers, immediately chimed in with shrill voices:
"If you know what's good for you, hand over the Golden Benba Bottle right away, and we'll keep to ourselves. But if you dare to mess with us, don't blame us for being ruthless and merciless!"

"Yes, this godforsaken place is inherently dangerous. You've all lost your lives here, and there's no one to even collect your bodies. Hand them over obediently, and we'll all be better off. Don't force us to go on a killing spree!"

The two men brandished gleaming daggers, their eyes fixed fiercely on Lin Chuqiao and her two companions, the sharp blades seeming ready to pierce their throats at any moment.

"Hey, you two young ladies, don't listen to their nonsense. These guys are no good. If you hand over the treasure, you'll be eaten alive."

At this moment, a burly man with a scarred face stepped forward.

"However, if you hand them over to me, I guarantee your personal safety with my integrity. I won't lay a finger on you. How about it? Consider it a good deed."

The burly man spoke in a flippant tone, shaking his head as he did so. The scars on his face appeared even more ferocious as his muscles twitched, as if he had them completely under his control.

As they spoke, several other treasure hunters silently gathered around.

Their eyes gleamed with undisguised greed, as if they all believed that Lin Chuqiao and the others were already trapped.

They initially thought their treasure hunt had completely failed.

Unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better, and they encountered the person carrying the golden peony bottle in the fog, which was a stroke of good luck amidst misfortune.

Currently, there are more than a dozen of them in total.

There were only three people on the other side, including two women who looked delicate and pretty.

The superiority or inferiority of the situation is obvious.

"Fuck you!"

Big Hammer, already quick-tempered, was further provoked by the two groups' coordinated attacks, his face turning red with anger. He immediately snapped:

"You bunch of rabble think you can rob us? Come and try my hammer! I'll smash you all into mincemeat!"

He gripped the iron hammer, as thick as a baby's arm, tightly in his hand, raising it high as if about to charge forward.

"Sledgehammer!"

Lin Chuqiao wanted to reach out and grab him, but when she glanced around, she saw that the people on the other side were also rushing towards her like wolves pouncing on their prey. Helpless, she had no choice but to give up.

She originally intended to stall for time by being evasive.

Forced into a corner with no way out, she gritted her teeth and her eyes gleamed.

An invisible spiritual energy was instantly projected out, and like a small snake, it suddenly burrowed into the forehead of one of the treasure hunters who was rushing ahead.

The hooded robber looked bewildered, his body twisting uncontrollably. Suddenly, he turned around and stood in front of Lin Chuqiao.

Then, facing the other treasure hunters rushing towards him, he mercilessly brandished his dagger and launched an attack.

puff!

The cold blade easily sliced ​​open the neck, piercing the flesh, and blood gushed out.

One of the ambushed treasure hunters stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief, and died without understanding why his attacker had suddenly turned on him.

This strange behavior immediately caused a flurry of exclamations from those around them.

"Third brother, what are you doing?!"

"You bastards, have you lost your minds? You haven't even gotten the stuff yet, and you're already fighting amongst yourselves!"

The masked man, as the leader, also frowned, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

But soon, his gaze turned fierce and resolute again, and he roared:

"He's under mind control. Ignore him and kill him without mercy!"

Upon hearing this, everyone stopped holding back and unleashed their abilities, swarming forward and instantly unleashing a chaotic battle.

Like an enraged brown bear, Big Hammer roared and took the lead in confronting the enemy.

The iron hammer in his hand whistled through the air, and each swing seemed capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks. It smashed into the ground, splashing up a cloud of dirt and forcing the enemy to retreat repeatedly.

He was already tall, and now he stood like an iron tower in front of his two teammates, exuding an aura of being able to hold off ten thousand men.

Lin Chuqiao leaned against the tree trunk behind her, concentrating all her energy on manipulating the masked robber to turn against her.

Sometimes they cooperate with the hammer to counterattack, and sometimes they pounce on treasure hunters who try to get behind the hammer, becoming their "shield".

But the other side had far too many people.

Despite his bravery and fearlessness in fighting against multiple opponents, Da Chui was ultimately no match for the combined strength of his two fists and four hands. He was soon covered in wounds, his clothes stained with blood.

Bai Ling turned pale with fright. She usually only handled intelligence and deception missions and rarely participated in actual combat. Apart from her ability to shapeshift and imitate, she was not much different from an ordinary person.

He frantically pulled out his pistol, but his fingers trembled uncontrollably, and the muzzle shook incessantly.

Seeing this, Lin Chuqiao quickly closed her eyes and concentrated on using her mental charm again.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, her brows furrowed, as she successfully identified another treasure hunter who was rather thin.

He then controlled him to stand in front of Bai Ling, barely forming a human shield.

However, multitasking consumes too much mental energy. While the defense appears to be improved on the surface, in practice, the puppet's movements become much slower.

"Ah!" Bai Ling suddenly exclaimed and pulled the trigger repeatedly, firing her gun.

Several treasure hunters seized the opportunity, taking advantage of the moment when Da Chui was injured and Lin Chuqiao was distracted, to break through the barely holding-up defenses and pounce on them.

The situation is extremely dangerous!

With a furious rage, Da Chui swung his hammer, forcing the enemies back.

Immediately afterwards, his aura surged, his bones cracked and popped, and his body began to deform rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, it completed its beast transformation, becoming a giant werewolf nearly two meters tall with hair standing on end like steel needles!
With his increased speed, he swiftly moved among the enemies, his sharp claws transforming into deadly scythes, leaving behind a horrific scene of flying blood and flesh wherever he went.

At the same time, his defense also increased significantly. When the enemy's weapons struck him, they could only leave shallow bloodstains, and the wounds even healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hammer was caught in a frenzied melee with his enemy. The stench of blood constantly stimulated his nerves, and his consciousness began to show signs of madness, with his animal instincts gradually taking over.

However, the thought of protecting his teammates remained in his mind like an inextinguishable beacon, preventing him from completely losing control of his body.

"No, if this continues, we'll all perish here!"

Looking at the horrific battle before her, Lin Chuqiao pursed her lips, her face showing hesitation.

I plan to give up the Golden Bamba Bottle and save my life first.

At that moment, an expectant voice suddenly rang in her mind, which further solidified her resolve.

Lin Chuqiao acted decisively and immediately shouted:

"Bailing, throw away the golden bomba bottle!"

The sound pierced through the chaotic shouts and clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

Bai Ling shuddered, and seeing Da Chui covered in blood, she didn't hesitate at all.

He then released his embrace, raised his hands with all his might, and threw the golden jar far behind the crowd.

The golden bonba bottle tumbled in the air, the clothes wrapped around it were pulled by the strong wind, and with a "whoosh," they came loose and drifted down.

In an instant, the Golden Bamba Bottle fully revealed its true form, emitting rings of golden light that instantly illuminated the dark forest.

Although the light was faint, it was exceptionally bright and dazzling, exuding an indescribable aura of nobility and revealing its extraordinary origin to everyone.

The treasure hunters who were originally besieging Lin Chuqiao and her two companions suddenly froze, their eyes widening as if they had smelled blood.

Then, almost simultaneously, they all turned around and rushed toward the golden jar.

In an instant, shouts, curses, and footsteps mingled together, creating utter chaos.

The masked man, relying on his exceptional agility, took a step forward, aimed at the direction where the golden bottle had fallen, and leaped high into the air.

He twisted his waist and reached out in mid-air, his five fingers like hooks, about to touch the treasure he had been dreaming of.

The scarred, burly man next to him suddenly grabbed his legs and flung him away.

Caught off guard, the masked man arced through the air, crashed into the tree trunk, and then slid down.

The scarred, burly man then used a bag to catch the golden bottle.

But before he could even feel smug, several whooshing sounds came from behind him.

The other treasure hunters brandished their weapons and shouted menacingly:
Leave the bottle with me!

The scarred, burly man couldn't dodge in time and was slashed in the back and kicked.

Ignoring the pain, he hugged the bottle tightly and scrambled to his feet before turning and running away.

Seeing this, the others were not about to let him escape with the treasure, so they quickly gave chase and surrounded him.

The two sides engaged in a fierce battle once again.

The scarred, burly man was ultimately outnumbered. Surrounded by several extraordinary individuals, he staggered and was forced to abandon the treasure he had acquired.

Thus, the golden Bamba bottle changed hands repeatedly amidst the chaos.

Everyone wants to possess it, but no one has the absolute power to suppress others and control the entire situation.

Many injured people were lying on the ground, some clutching their wounds and groaning in pain, others barely breathing.

The golden jar, stained with blood during its journey, faintly emitted light, appearing even more eerie.

It's as if he's constantly tempting people to go crazy for him, to the point of fighting until they're bloodied and battered.

Gradually, some people began to make plans in their minds.

Since we are currently shrouded in a thick fog and cannot find a way out for the time being.

Instead of blindly grabbing things like this, why not take care of all the other opponents first, and then you can keep the treasure for yourself?
Those treasure hunters with accomplices exchanged glances, tacitly understanding each other, and huddled together, waiting for an opportunity to deal with those who were alone.

Those who were alone gripped their weapons tightly, becoming even more wary of possible sneak attacks from all sides.

The scene became even more chaotic, and the stench of blood mingled with the fog, gradually spreading outwards.

During the scramble, a lone individual managed to obtain the golden peony bottle, but was immediately surrounded by the crowd and unable to escape.

He gritted his teeth, steeled his resolve, and with the thought that if he couldn't have it, no one else could easily have it either, he suddenly swung his arm and swung it forcefully.

The bottle flew out of my hand, arcing through the air before disappearing instantly into the depths of the mist.

"Depend on!"

The crowd cursed under their breath, their faces filled with anxiety and resentment, and they all chased after the direction in which the golden bottle had disappeared.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the opposite side and grabbed the golden peony bottle with lightning speed.

Then, a tall and imposing figure parted the mist and slowly emerged.

The person wore a hideous and terrifying demon mask, and his eyes shone through the holes like cold stars as he coldly surveyed the surrounding scenery.

Before this seemingly lone treasure hunter could even get a foothold...

Someone, with bloodshot eyes, suddenly lunged forward to snatch it; it was the scarred, burly man.

Relying on his outstanding strength and powerful physique, he could withstand even a siege of swords and blades, so he naturally wouldn't take a mere opponent seriously.

At that moment, he was like a raging bull, rampaging wildly, his eyes fixed on the glittering vase.

The figure neither dodged nor avoided, as if waiting for the scarred, burly man to rush up to him.

Suddenly, his eyes gleamed, and he pushed off the ground with his right foot, leaping out with his left.

His entire body suddenly loosened as if a tightly wound loom had been released, and his right arm swung out swiftly, his fist like a cannonball, tearing through the air and whistling forward.

The speed of that punch was so fast that it exceeded the speed of sound.

The air was compressed to an extreme degree in a very short time, forming a transparent shock wave that was almost visible to the naked eye at the tip of the fist.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud "bang"!
It was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, making everyone's ears ring.

The thick, inky fog in front of us seemed to have been hit by a hurricane, and a large area was instantly cleared away.

At the same time, the scarred strongman's head exploded instantly, like a ripe watermelon being smashed by a heavy hammer, with red and white matter scattering like fireworks.

Where the brain matter splattered, fragments of broken skull mixed with viscous liquid could even be seen splashing out.

His body, like a kite with a broken string, flew backward uncontrollably for several meters before crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

(End of this chapter)