Huayu: Starting from "The Heavenly Bodyguard"

Chapter 101 How painful it is, as for vomiting.

The spider curled up on the ground in agony.

The immense pain made his head feel dizzy and lightheaded.

He embarked on a fantastical adventure in a daze.

He felt a sudden weightlessness, as if he were traveling back to an ancient cave, smearing his palms with the enemy's blood and applying it to the rock wall.

Those blood-stained patterns became the tribe's totem.

Around the campfire, countless tribesmen danced wildly, shouting in his ear.

"spider!"

"spider!"

"Courage! Dignity!"

The huge bonfire vanished in a flash.

A pungent smell of cottonseed oil pulled him into another space.

Dozens of tribesmen, their eyes filled with fear, huddled together in a shack in the middle of a cotton field.

He wanted to stand up and comfort his trembling tribesmen.

I want to speak out loudly, hoping to rouse even a little courage in these timid fellow human beings.

The spider stretched out its hands, wanting to pass on the power it had received from its ancestors to each of its kind who was crying in the cold wind.

The wind whistled as the whip cracked on his back.

"You are the innermost innermost, the innermost innermost."

"Ne-ne-ne-ne, ne-ne-ne-ne."

"Sunshine, rainbow, little white horse, dit-drip-drip..."

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The scene was as noisy as boiling water; even the referee was stunned to see the spider lying on the ground.

According to professional rules and ethics, he should stop the match immediately.

But Dana White, acting like a madman, was no longer hinting; he was yelling directly at himself.

You have to pull the spider up yourself.

Damn it, they'll die if they keep fighting like this.

Think about your property taxes and credit card bills; more people die every day in the Ugly country.

He started straining to insert his arms into the gap between the spider and the ring, trying to lift the big black man up.

The body was a bit stiff; I couldn't tell if it was cold or not through the gloves.

It can't be pulled up in a short time.

There was no other way but to resort to a crude method: slapping someone hard across the face, hoping it would work.

A hard slap landed on the spider, and it stirred.

Before the second slap even landed, I felt myself flying through the air.

Why are there so many stars in front of me? I also saw my great-grandmother who has been cremated for a long time.

The Mississippi River is wide, and the wind carries the scent of corn on both banks.

My family lives on the shore, and I'm used to hearing the boatmen's calls and seeing the white sails on the boats.

My most cherished memories are of listening to the ship's whistle and watching the white sails pass by.

The children in the family lined up, waiting for their great-grandmother's apple pie to come out of the oven.

That sweet, cloying taste is the taste of home.

My life changed after I took on that damn student loan.

A chubby American boy who loved life turned into a ruthless and greedy person.

Feeling the warmth on my nose, I realized it wasn't the cloying sweetness of apple pie, but the sweet, metallic smell of blood.

You son of a bitch, you can stand up but you're still pretending to be dead.

Spider felt dizzy from the countless flashes of light, but he still stared intently at the damned yellow-skinned monkey opposite him.

He insulted his ancestors, he insulted himself.

Even if it costs me my life, I will kill him.

A bell rang, and the first round ended.

Shen Mo leisurely sat down in his resting spot, and the temporary team masseur massaged his muscles.

The masseur was also a black man, and the way he was looking at Shen Mo was clearly strange.

Holy crap, this son of a bitch not only pinches his own groin, but he also touches it inside.

Shen Daniu'er unleashed a powerful shot with the outside of his foot, and Da Laohei's eyes clearly cleared.

Damn it, even if you dug up your ancestral graves, you can still be a loving family.

I only asked two young girls to sing a song, and it was an accidental injury, but now they're still going on and on about it.

Do you really think I, Master Shen, am too weak to lift a whip?

Shen Daniu was carefully touching the whip when Bai Dana frantically pounded on the iron cage.

Now he's not worried about Shen Mo at all, but that bastard went too far and almost killed the spider.

Every second the match between the two went on, the viewership ratings soared.

Dana Bai wished he was the one whose buttocks had been straightened by Shen Mo's thrust earlier.

But everything is predestined, and nothing is up to us.

He didn't have any good ideas, so he could only tell Shen Mo about the situation and ask him to stall for time as much as possible.

"Shen!"

"The ratings are off the charts!"

"Try to play for as long as possible."

It wasn't that Shen Mo didn't want to prolong the time, but he saw that the big black guy opposite him was staggering and about to kneel down.

I'm starting to regret it now; I overdid it.

My buttocks are burning a little now.

I'll try my best...

"...It mainly depends on him."

The spider sat on the other side of the octagonal cage, panting heavily.

He was trembling all over, as if he had been nearly killed by the White Ton King.

Old Jack, his stomach wrapped in thick bandages, said with slight agitation, "Anderson, calm down."

"That yellow-skinned monkey is clearly not a good guy."

"We can't confront him head-on anymore; we need to distance ourselves."

"Use your physical advantage to wear him down."

If Spider wasn't worried about Old Jack spilling all over the place, he would have loved to give him a good slam.

Right now, my legs feel like noodles, my eyes are full of stars, and I can still hear my great-grandmother calling out to me.

Even without silent effort, I'm already struggling to stand.

"No, we must finish this quickly."

"He's not the amateur type we thought he was."

"I can't break through at all."

He opened his mouth, looked at his prized disciple, and didn't know what to say.

They can't break through...

There's nothing anyone can do about kidney deficiency.

"Then try to hold on as long as possible. You have an advantage in arm span; grab him..."

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Suddenly I remembered that Iron Mountain Lean, but that won't work either.

If it leans any closer, it'll really start spitting.

The break time is over, and both sides will soon continue fighting.

Old Jack didn't have any better ideas, so he could only give the spider injections and chicken blood.

"courage!"

"belief!"

Their fists collided, and the spider's fist was clearly weak.

Shen Mo knew this was the body's reaction to the violent impact, and could only buy him time to recover.

It's ironic, really; I'm like a nanny now.

More accurately, they are more like caregivers in the ICU, constantly worried that their employer might suddenly pass away.

You must release water, but you can't make it too obvious.

Shen Mo thought for a moment, and then said that the magic of love goes around and around, and although it looks flashy, in reality no one can hit anyone else.

With small, quick steps, he started spinning, leading the spider and the referee.

Hearing the cheers around him, Shen Danu felt nothing; he still had to come up with a solution himself.

Pointing at these foreigners, whom you can't even count on your ten fingers, the competition is over.

The three of them took small, quick steps, spinning faster and faster.

The spider slammed into the wire mesh of the octagonal cage with a thud, let out a howl, and vomited a large puddle.

Big Black threw up, and aside from the filth, Shen Mo could actually accept it.

But the referee was also vomiting while holding onto the octagon, wasn't that a bit too much?