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Chapter 60 Ending with hatred
"Little bug, you finally show your head?"

The ugly beggar with a deformed leg suddenly spoke in a sinister voice, as if he was the hunter who was sure of victory.

As he spoke, he slammed his staffs on the ground and rushed towards the direction where the flying knife came from.

But at this moment, he had to hold both staffs in front of him at the same time.

He danced the two iron rods to create the effect of two iron doors.

“Ding, ding, ding—”

There were crisp sounds and flying sparks, and flying knives and darts were turned into debris under his iron rod.

The ugly beggar with the deformed leg's eyes became more and more calm and vicious, because he had realized that these flying knives and javelins were most likely from the two missing companions.

The darts and flying knives that attacked him one after another were all smashed into pieces by the two sticks in his hands. Then, the sound of fast footsteps receding from dozens of steps away made the vicious look on his face instantly turn into a hideous smile.

"Is that all you have? Why are you running away?"

While he was talking, his hands did not stop for a moment. He tapped the ground with his two sticks. His feet were always suspended in the air, and he seemed to be flying in the tunnel.

The sound of running footsteps in front was approaching quickly.

The escapee in the dark seemed to be aware of the fact that the crisis was gradually approaching. Every time he was about to speed up and wanted to close the distance between the two sides again, a flying knife or a dart would attack him.

With his experience, he could easily knock the person down with a swing of his stick, but this also interrupted his rhythm and prevented him from closing the distance between him and the escapee.

The two sides chased each other and soon turned several corners.

The ugly beggar with deformed legs who was chasing the little bug realized that he could no longer let the little bug in front of him run so recklessly.

If you accidentally enter the "territory" of other hidden monsters, there is a high probability of unexpected events.

After several consecutive interceptions, he had a full understanding of the power of those flying knives and javelins. Even without using the iron rod to intercept, they could not stop him at all!
Thinking of this, he made up his mind and slammed his sticks on the ground again. With his feet hanging in the air, he suddenly increased his speed.

As expected, another flying knife hit his forehead at the right time.

This time, he did not swing his stick to block, but the skin around his forehead seemed to turn into hard rock.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the flying knife failed to break through the defense of the skin on his forehead, but instead broke the sharpest tip of the knife.

This crisp sound was like the last wail of a flying knife before it broke.

The flying knife fell to the ground.

Facing the knife attack, he sped up again and closed the distance between him and the escapee.

"that's all!"

The ugly beggar with the deformed leg thought he had succeeded and accelerated again.

"Ding!"

Another dart hit his heart, which he also successfully blocked.

"Is that all you can do? ... You can't escape! ... Twice, little bug, you have at most two chances!"

While chasing and quickly closing the distance between them and the escapee, the ugly beggar with deformed legs did not forget to talk, constantly creating pressure on the "escaping little bug" from a psychological level.

"Ah—I'll fight you!"

The escaping little insect finally made a sound for the first time, full of anger and despair.

The ugly beggar with the deformed leg had a smug grin on his face. He understood the other party's determination at the moment, but he was not worried at all. Instead, he was full of anticipation for what would happen next.

Just as he was about to speed up again, suddenly three flying knives came towards his chest and lower abdomen in a triangular shape.

The insect's final struggle!

Instead of defending, he slammed the ground with both staffs and increased his speed again.

He was tired of the endless chase, so he decided to end this farce here.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

As expected, as his strength gathered, the three flying knives were unable to break the skin on his chest and abdomen.

But in the next moment, the ugly beggar with the deformed leg suddenly felt a slight pain like being bitten by a mosquito in the chest and abdomen where he had just withstood three flying knives.

His mind suddenly started to shudder.

Long needle?!
mean!

Damn!

The little bug is actually playing tricks!

The ugly beggar with deformed legs, filled with rage, reacted immediately. He did not bother to continue tracking and was ready to mobilize the strength that was flowing in his chest and abdomen and had not yet completely dissipated, in order to force the three long needles that had taken advantage of the gap to enter his body out of his body.

But at this moment, he was horrified to find that the skin and muscles around the three long needles seemed to be isolated from the body and were completely out of his control.

He was also unable to use his strength to flush these three areas.

The numbness was still spreading rapidly from the three needles. The needles were poisonous!

The only thing he could do was to quickly pull out the three long needles, then use his strong physique to resist, and mobilize all his strength to the paralyzed skin and flesh, to slow down the spread of the poison as much as possible.

"Why is there no sound?"

At this moment, the ugly beggar with deformed legs suddenly realized something. The escapee who had just been shouting that he wanted to fight him to the death suddenly stopped making any movement.

He was so dignified that he no longer dared to underestimate the enemy and was fully alert for any possible attack from the front.

The reason why the three long needles were able to be successfully used was not only because the enemy took advantage of his carelessness, but also because the needles were too small compared to flying knives and javelins. In such a dim environment where one could only see within a few steps at most, they would be overlooked if one was not careful.

But the next moment, he looked at his left shoulder with a confused look on his face.

There, there were three long needles lined up in a row, with the ends pointing upwards, firmly rooted there.

"??"

Then, he looked up diagonally, following the direction of the end of the long needle.

If the long needles cannot turn, then the direction they are coming from should be from there.

But when he looked, he saw nothing.

The next moment, he lowered his head again and found that four long needles had quietly "grown" out of his waist and abdomen.

At this moment, there was no trace of pride or anger on the face of the ugly beggar with deformed legs.

Beneath the somewhat dazed appearance, he was already filled with endless fear.

If a practitioner has not yet cultivated all five stages of body tempering to perfection, he can mobilize the strength throughout his body to strengthen a certain area in order to improve that area's strength, power, resistance to attacks, defense, etc.

But this improvement is also limited. The more concentrated the strength is and the more the defense area is concentrated on one point, the better the effect will be.

On the contrary, the effect will be worse.

Being on guard everywhere means being defenseless everywhere.

After being hit in the shoulder by three long needles shot from above and the poison spread rapidly, the ugly beggar with deformed legs realized that he was doomed.

To prevent the spread of toxicity in the shoulders, it is necessary to remove the pressure on the chest and abdomen.

Conversely, if we want to continue preventing the spread of toxicity in the chest and abdomen, we can only let the spread of toxicity in the shoulders continue.

As he waited for several poison needles to hit his waist and abdomen and the poison spread rapidly, he felt despair in his heart, but at the same time, he felt relieved.

No more struggling.

Lying flat.

It's ruined.

"Your plan has succeeded, why don't you come out?" he said.

Just as he finished speaking, he saw a flying knife coming through the air again.

His reaction was at least two beats slower than before.

He didn't notice it until the flying knife was within two steps.

He immediately wanted to swing his staff to knock it away, just like before, to stop the flying knife outside the iron staff.

But this time, his reaction was even slower.

The poison spread to his left shoulder and his left arm no longer obeyed his command.

By the time he swung the iron rod with his right arm, which he could barely control, to hit the flying knife, the knife had already disappeared.

That is, the throat and neck feel a little cool.

He looked down blankly and saw a small fountain coming out of his neck.

Blood was spurting out from this exit.

He opened his mouth to say something, but could only hear a hissing sound coming out of his throat.

Because of the spread of the toxicity, there are "break points" and "lost connections" everywhere in the body.

He had already lost control of his body, and it was impossible for him to stop the blood from flowing out of his throat by controlling his skin, muscles, and even the flow of blood.

He could only watch helplessly and quietly as the blood flowed until his life dried up.

He knew that not far ahead, there must be a figure who was watching him quietly, watching him walk towards death little by little.

But he just couldn't see it.

His eyes widened with anger, trying hard to see through the darkness in front of him.

But he failed to achieve his wish before he breathed his last.

The endless hatred and curse in his heart quickly dissipated at the moment of his death because they could not find a specific target.

(End of this chapter)