The Unorthodox Tomb Raider

Taking advantage of the moment when the Corpse King was pinned to the wall by Fang Yun and was violently pulling up the spear tip with both arms, he leaped up from Fang Yun's side and thrust out the Little Divine Sword in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, he slashed through the Corpse King's pitch-black eyes.

As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot!

Seeing that the Corpse King's eyes were completely shattered, Fang Yun's aura surged even more. He suddenly pulled the spear from the Corpse King's neck, splashed poisonous blood from the spear tip, and then added a smear of Qilin blood on it.

"Roar!"

At this point, the Corpse King had already entered a state of madness.

Although his eyes were shattered and his neck was broken, he was still able to wave his arms wildly in front of him.

Fang Yun lightly scurried away from the Corpse King's arms, swung his spear in a circle, and struck the Corpse King like hitting a baseball.

boom!

With a muffled thud, the Corpse King was sent flying against the wall by the immense force, its body bent like a bow.

Having achieved a decisive victory, Fang Yun showed no intention of taking a breather.

He crouched slightly, holding the spear above his head, assuming a throwing motion.

"it's over!"

With a murmur in his heart, Fang Yun leaped up and hurled his spear, which shot towards the Corpse King's head.

Silver light flashed!

The spear, stained with the blood of the Qilin, struck the Corpse King directly in the eye socket, then broke through the bone and slammed heavily into the wall.

Crack...bang!

At that moment, everyone heard the clear sound of bones cracking and the stone walls bursting.

"Dead...?"

"My God, this Yuan Dynasty general must be the Corpse King of Ping Mountain!"

"This giant rice dumpling was just killed like that?"

Seeing the Corpse King impaled on the wall by a spear, the twenty-odd Unloading Ridge Warriors stared wide-eyed and exclaimed in shock.

This is the final main hall, and this Yuan Dynasty general is undoubtedly the legendary Corpse King of Ping Mountain.

But this hundreds-of-years-old zombie king, impervious to swords and spears, and easily torn apart by more than twenty ink nets, was actually pierced through the head by Fang Yun?

From beginning to end, Fang Yun only used three moves.

A thrust, a slap, a throw!

Even bullets could only break through the skin of this zombie king. How did Fang Yun manage to pierce its neck and head?

The Unloading Ridge team exerts its strength, the Tomb Raiders team uses divine power... Could this divine power mean that one should invite divine intervention?

For a moment, the group of Unloading Ridge Warriors looked at Fang Yun with even greater respect.

At this moment, Chen Yulou, Partridge Whistle, and the others also walked to Fang Yun's side and looked at the corpse king, who was now limp and motionless.

Chen Yulou opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. In the end, he just sighed and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Fang Yun.

"Brother Fang...you are truly an extraordinary person. In my opinion, even the former God of Guns is no better than this!"

Partridge Whistle was much simpler, merely nodding to Fang Yun and saying, "Your marksmanship is divine, excellent skill!"

Upon hearing their conversation, Fang Yun grinned, a suppressed chuckle playing on his lips.

Let's just keep bragging.

He originally wanted to acquire a weapon for himself, so he had dabbled in the basic moves of most weapons. It's no problem to say he knew them, but to say he was an expert was a far cry from that.

He was able to achieve such an effect entirely through his physical strength and the blood of the Qilin; otherwise... he would have had a hard time even breaking through the Corpse King's defenses with that spear.

But it doesn't matter. As long as the results are good, no one cares whether he's good or not. They'll just say he's awesome.

.........

With the Corpse King eliminated, the crisis vanished instantly.

After chatting briefly with Fang Yun, Chen Yulou and Partridge Whistle each led their men to explore the purple-gold coffin.

They both had the same thought at that moment: to turn the coffin upside down.

One seeks wealth, the other seeks pearls.

Seeing this, Fang Yun shook his head helplessly and found a load-bearing pillar to use as a backrest.

This trip was really tiring. He encountered both spirits and the Corpse King, and he was hit several times and bled quite a bit. He felt like he was about to fall asleep.

"Fang Yun..."

Just as Fang Yun closed his eyes to rest, a low voice called out.

Fang Yun opened his eyes and saw Hua looking down at him with a worried expression on her face.

"what happened?"

Seeing this, Fang Yun reached out and gently tapped Hua's forehead, asking in confusion.

Hua didn't say anything, but simply sat down next to Fang Yun, first taking out bottles and jars from her backpack, and then pulling Fang Yun's hand over.

"I knew it... But why did you cut your own hand?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yun finally realized what was happening.

It turned out that the girl had seen him release the blood of the Qilin.

Of course, he didn't try to hide his actions while bleeding, and everyone probably saw it, but only Hua kept it to herself.

Thinking of this, Fang Yun felt a warmth in his heart and said with a smile:

"You might not believe it, but I was born..."

Fang Yun suddenly stopped talking halfway through his sentence.

In front of the Zaglama people, talking about one's innate unique physical condition and strong constitution seems a bit too cruel.

Fang Yun's mind raced, and he continued:

"I'm naturally tough. The more pain I'm in, the harder I fight, and the more energetic I become."

"Pfft..." Hua burst out laughing upon hearing Fang Yun's words.

"What if there are too many opponents? Are you going to stab yourself to death first?"

"What are you saying?"

Fang Yun chuckled and pinched Hua's cheek, saying, "Actually, the Corpse King was poisonous. If I hadn't provoked myself, I would have fallen for its trick."

"oh.."

Hua nodded in realization, but when she thought that Fang Yun had touched her face again, her face flushed, and she lowered her head to bandage Fang Yun's wound, no longer speaking.

Fang Yun smiled slightly, closed his eyes again, and continued to rest.

.........

"He is an upright person, has a dignified appearance, and is highly skilled."

"They're actually a good match..."

"Hmm? Old foreigner?" Partridge Whistle, who was rummaging through the purple-gold coffin, heard the old foreigner's sigh and asked in confusion.

"Um.."

The old foreigner didn't speak, but raised his chin and pointed in Fang Yun's direction.

Partridge Whistle straightened up and looked over. He saw Fang Yun sitting on the ground with his back against the support pillar, and Hua sitting next to him, carefully cleaning the wound on his hand with a smile on her face.

Seeing this, Partridge Whistle smiled with satisfaction.

"That's fine!"

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Chapter Twenty-Six: Spending the Night in the Mountains

"Fang Yun... Fang Yun... Wake up!"

"Ok?"

Feeling a push on his shoulder, Fang Yun slowly opened his eyes.

I found him leaning on the flowery shoulder, and I didn't know when he had fallen asleep.

Looking again, he noticed that there were fewer people in the Underworld Palace. Only Chen Yulou, Partridge Whistle, and the old foreigner remained in front of him, all three of them looking at him with teasing expressions.

"He's definitely anemic... He's sleeping so soundly."

With a sigh in his heart, Fang Yun stood up and pulled up Hua, whose face was flushed.

This girl really smells good; the scent is a blend of herbs and a refreshing fragrance that's quite soothing.

Seeing that the hall was dimly lit, Fang Yun asked in surprise:

"It's already night?"

"What do you think? My junior sister's shoulders are sore from using it as a pillow."