Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

The cleaver fell with a whoosh, its blade flashing coldly.

"Bang!!"

The blade embedded itself deeply into the wooden tabletop of the octagonal table, making a dull thud.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and the blade trembled slightly.

Xu Damao's face was only one centimeter away from the kitchen knife.

He could even feel the chill emanating from the blade and smell the sawdust and the blood on the cleaver.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his entire body, and the pain from the cuts and burns was temporarily suppressed by fear.

That was close...

He almost lost his head.

Xu Damao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. Luckily, he had dodged in time.

Just as the cleaver was about to fall, he used all his strength to turn his head to the side by an inch, and that one inch saved his life.

"Hey, you dodged pretty fast."

Lin Tian chuckled, gripped the knife handle with one hand, and pulled it off the table with a little force. "I really underestimated you."

Xu Damao lay on the octagonal table, panting heavily, too afraid to move.

If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move either.

Lin Tian's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered some interesting new toy. He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Let's see how you hide this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghostly clone standing on the right also raised a kitchen knife, exactly the same as the one in Lin Tian's hand, stained with blood, its blade gleaming coldly.

One man and one shadow, one on the left and one on the right, both kitchen knives were pointed at Xu Damao at the Eight Immortals table.

Xu Damao's eyes darted around in terror as he watched the approaching blades from both sides, his lips trembling uncontrollably: "Lin Tian... what do you want to do?"

Lin Tian's gaze fell on Xu Damao's slightly protruding beer belly, a product of years of drinking, eating well, and lacking exercise.

"Xu Damao, you look quite chubby, and you're quite good at hiding. I have a quick weight loss method here, and you're my first customer now."

He paused, then a smile curved his lips: "Don't worry, I guarantee you'll lose forty pounds."

Xu Damao watched the two kitchen knives getting closer and closer, his throat went dry, and he swallowed hard, his voice trembling: "Could you... not reduce the amount?"

"That's not up to you."

Lin Tian's voice turned cold. "Let's start the diet."

Before he finished speaking, the cleaver in his hand slashed down at Xu Damao's head.

Xu Damao's will to survive exploded in an instant. His body tensed up like a spring, his legs bent, his soles pressed against the table, and he pushed off with all his might.

At the same time, he exerted all his strength with both hands, causing his entire upper body to lean forward.

"call!"

The cleaver grazed Xu Damao's back and struck the octagonal table, the tip of the blade less than half a centimeter from his skin.

He could even feel the wind whipped up by the blade, which was chilly.

But it's not over yet.

Almost at the same moment Lin Tian's cleaver fell, the ghostly figure on the right slashed horizontally with his cleaver, aiming straight for Xu Damao's exposed head after he sat up.

Xu Damao disregarded everything else, exerted force with both legs again, twisted his ankles at an odd angle, and fell straight back onto the Eight Immortals table like a wooden board.

"Whoosh!"

Ghostly cleaver swept across the tip of his nose, severing a few strands of his hair.

At that moment, Lin Tian just pulled the cleaver from the table, raised it in the air, and was preparing to chop it a second time.

A perfect dodge.

Xu Damao lay on the table, panting heavily, his heart pounding as if it were about to explode.

The series of actions he had just performed had almost exhausted all his strength and courage; it was an extraordinary performance driven entirely by his survival instinct.

But he knew this wasn't over yet.

As expected, upon seeing this, Lin Tian brought the cleaver down again.

Xu Damao sat up again, repeating the same action: he pushed off the table with his feet, used his hands to exert force, and leaned his upper body forward.

The cleaver grazed his back and fell, striking the table.

Ghostly cleaver slashed horizontally again, and Xu Damao once again lay flat to dodge.

Lin Tian raised the kitchen knife and brought it down again.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

The sound of the cleaver striking the table began to become rhythmic, a vertical cut to the left and a horizontal cut to the right.

Xu Damao was like a human spring, sitting up and lying down on the octagonal table, frantically dodging the repeated slashes from the two kitchen knives.

Every dodge was a maneuver at the limit, and every time the blade grazed the skin.

Xu Damao's sweat poured down like a waterfall, his mind went blank, and only the most primal instinct for survival remained.

We must hide, or we will die.

Even if he's no longer a man, he can't lose the manhood he once was.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

The cleaver chopped faster and faster, and Xu Damao became more and more skilled at dodging, but he was also very tired.

He found that he seemed to have mastered a certain rhythm, sitting up when Lin Tian chopped down and lying down when the ghostly shadow slashed horizontally, repeating the cycle.

But the danger has not diminished.

Because every dodge is a matter of millimeters, if you are even a second slower or the angle is slightly off, the cleaver will hit your body.

What's even more frightening is that Lin Tian seems to be enjoying it.

"This is so much fun!"

As Lin Tian chopped, he excitedly said, "Xu Damao, did you ever perform acrobatics at the steel rolling mill before? Your skill in dodging knives is no worse than those monkey trainers."

Xu Damao didn't have time to reply; he was focused entirely on dodging.

He sat up, lay down, sat up again, lay down again... The movements became faster and faster, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

But he gradually sensed that something was wrong.

Lin Tian chopped faster and faster with his cleaver.

The difficulty increases exponentially.

"Bang!"

Lin Tian slashed down again.

Xu Damao tried desperately to get up, but due to insufficient strength, he was a beat too slow. The blade grazed his left arm and sliced ​​off a small piece of flesh.

"what!"

He screamed, but dared not stop, for the ghostly figure's cleaver was already slashing horizontally toward his waist.

Xu Damao suddenly lifted his legs upwards, bending his entire body into a "V" shape on the table.

The cleaver swept past him, nearly hitting his buttocks.

Before he could catch his breath, Lin Tian's second slash came, this time aimed at his right leg, not his head.

This really put Xu Damao in a difficult position.

Xu Damao desperately kicked the table with his left leg, rolling his body to the right, but because he no longer had his little brother to maintain his balance, it brought him pain instead.

The blade grazed the outside of his right leg, taking away another piece of skin and flesh.

"Bang bang bang bang!!!"

The cleaver fell faster and faster, and Xu Damao's dodging became increasingly clumsy.

He began to get injured: wounds appeared on his left arm, right leg, back, and side waist, and blood began to seep out, splattering red spots on the table.

But he's still hiding.

Because if you don't hide, you'll die.

Xu Damao felt he had never been so focused before, not even when he was peeping at a widow bathing.

His eyes were fixed on the trajectory of the two kitchen knives, and his brain was frantically calculating the angle and timing for dodging.

Driven by the survival instinct, the body performs various difficult movements: twisting, bending, rolling, jumping...

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