Chapter 16 The Fatty's Bravery

A figure stood in front of Zhou Ze, his broad shoulders like an indestructible city wall. Fatty placed one hand behind his back and slowly extended the other, beckoning to those chasing them. In Zhou Ze's eyes, who had been prepared to fight to the death, a hope for survival ignited. He realized at that moment that the most deeply hidden person among them was actually this fatty.

His composure, unperturbed even with Mount Tai collapsing before him, was undoubtedly the bearing of a grandmaster.

He had read some Wuxia novels, and many of the experts inside were like this.

After the man whose face was smashed by Fatty Bo's knee groaned a few times, his head finally tilted, and he passed out completely. No one had expected that this fatty was actually a hidden master.

For a time, no one dared to rush forward, and the situation reached a stalemate.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly. He noticed that the fatty's hand behind his back was waving at him non-stop, as if in great haste. After a few seconds, he finally realized that he was urging them to open the door together.

Fortunately, No. 13 didn't disappoint. Accompanied by a series of "clattering" sounds, the iron chains were removed. Just as Zhou Ze turned around happily, intending to help No. 13 open the door, an ear-piercing sound of something cutting through the air entered his ears. The waiter hiding behind the group suddenly threw a flying knife, timed perfectly so that, if nothing unexpected happened, it would pin Zhou Ze's hand to the door.

What happened next stunned him.

The knife he had thrown with all his might was actually caught barehanded.

Fatty looked at the flying knife in his hand. It was a completely subconscious action. Simply put, his brain hadn't even reacted yet, but his hand had already caught it.

He was actually terrified, but he still maintained that inscrutable smile on his face.

Every time the doctor intended to scam someone, he had that kind of smile. Fatty had learned it very well. "Don't be afraid, everyone. This fatty is just bluffing. There are many of us, let's go together!" someone stood up to encourage them. "If we let these people escape, that big shot up there won't let us off."

The last sentence struck a nerve in these people. They knew the judge's temper.

Relying on their numbers, these people warily stared at Fatty and surrounded him.

The door was already open, but Fatty didn't dare to turn around and run, nor could he turn around and run, otherwise the next knife would take his life.

After a moment, Fatty made a daring decision. Instead of retreating, he took a big step forward.

At the same time, he lowered his head slightly. In the dim environment, those facing him couldn't see his eyes, but could only see the corners of his mouth widening exaggeratedly due to excessive excitement. His shoulders were shaking uncontrollably, as if anticipating the impending slaughter.

"Hee hee hee..." Fatty's expression became more and more twisted. "Heh heh heh..."

The people facing him couldn't figure out what was going on, but instinct told them to get away from this fatty immediately. He was either about to transform or unleash a powerful attack.

Just as everyone's nerves were stretched taut, Fatty suddenly raised his head and threw the flying knife in his hand with a loud shout, "Torrential Pear Blossom Dagger!"

Those who came to capture them were worthy of their elite reputation, and reacted extremely quickly. Some dodged behind pillars and walls, while the rest fell to the ground, all in the blink of an eye.

After a moment, everyone looked at each other in disbelief. The expected screams and bloody scenes didn't happen. Instead, they saw a tall and fat figure running away with "da-da-da" sounds.

No. 13 and Zhou Ze, who had been prepared, guarded the door, and after letting Fatty in, slammed the door shut with a "bang."

"Ka-cha."

They locked the door again.

Unlike Fatty's situation, Jiang Cheng had been in a bitter fight from the beginning. If the other party hadn't been worried about accidentally killing him, Jiang Cheng would have already been lying down.

"Young man, surrender now and you can avoid some physical suffering." The middle-aged man in the lead watched all this with cold eyes. Seeing that Jiang Cheng was already trapped, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"If you're so good, why don't you come up here? What kind of hero watches from the sidelines!" Jiang Cheng moved his injured arm, his mouth as tough as ever.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man didn't mind. He waved his hand at the people around him, "You guys step back."

As these people gradually retreated, forming a circle around the area, the middle-aged man dusted off non-existent dust from his body, beckoned to Jiang Cheng, and sneered, "I'll let you have the first move…"

Before he could finish his words, with a loud "boom," an entire piece of the ceiling fell from above, directly hitting the middle-aged man below. Jiang Cheng quickly retreated, barely dodging the disaster.

Then, a huge shadow appeared in front of everyone, running wildly like a headless fly, and constantly emitting shrill screams.

It wasn't just one person, but dozens or even hundreds of people screaming together.

Looking closely, the shadow was composed of countless severed limbs. At this moment, hundreds of severed limbs were waving, and the scene was so bizarre that it couldn't be described with words.

And above the shadow, Jiang Cheng saw a familiar figure.

Wu Zheng was carrying a knife sheath, riding on the back of the shadow, and hitting its head repeatedly, with a very happy expression.

After realizing that Jiang Cheng was also nearby, Wu seemed to restrain himself a lot. He released the Spider Ghost's neck, and the huge shadow, freed from its restraint, crashed out. Wu then landed on the ground, standing in front of Jiang Cheng.

"There's someone under your feet," Jiang Cheng said.

Only then did Wu glance at his feet. Sure enough, at the edge of the cracked ceiling, he found an arm sticking out. But judging from the looks of it, the owner of the arm was probably not doing well.

"Forget it." Jiang Cheng sighed, staring at the motionless arm. "Be careful next time."

"Run!"

Fatty's loud voice could be heard dozens of meters away. Fatty was carrying No. 13 on his back, and Zhou Ze was following closely behind him. The group was running towards them at the same speed, and pursuers could still be seen behind them.

But the moment he saw Wu, Fatty's eyes lit up.

"Great, you're out!"

After No. 13 saw Wu, he immediately perked up and asked, "What about No. 2? Did you find him?"

Wu didn't bother to talk to him, just raised his arm and pointed to the ceiling. After a moment, a figure jumped down from the ceiling.

He seemed to have suffered serious injuries, and the figure staggered when he landed, but finally managed to stand firm.

Who else could it be but No. 2?

Seeing that black threads still remained on No. 2's body, and that he was covered in injuries, No. 13's eyes immediately turned red. Noticing this, No. 2 straightened the cowboy hat on his head and shrugged towards Fatty's direction.

His expression was relaxed, "I'm fine."

The ground began to tremble. Sure enough, the disappeared huge shadow rushed back, its target very clear: Wu.

But this time, she had learned her lesson. She didn't use her main body to attack,

But attacked from a distance with the shadow limbs that extended out in a strange way.

The scene, which should have been very intense, was actually quite heartwarming under Wu's guidance.

Every time an arm reached out to grab him, Wu would use the Dao Jing Wolf to smack the palm of the hand. Then, the pained hand would immediately retract and another hand would come up to be smacked. Zhou Ze was completely dumbfounded. Was this a school? Was he punishing students collectively for making mistakes by smacking their palms?

Jiang Cheng also couldn't understand. Wu wasn't a hesitant person. He clearly had the ability to end the battle, so why was he dragging it out? What was he waiting for?

But at this moment, there was no way to ask. Until Wu repelled the shadow limbs again, a powerful aura instantly appeared above Wu's head. A huge cross, wrapped in sacred light, smashed down fiercely towards Wu. "Be careful!"

A burst of dazzling light erupted, and the ground also trembled violently. Countless wine glasses couldn't withstand it and shattered instantly.

But after everything settled, the scene before them attracted everyone's attention.

The burly one-armed old man was holding the cross with a ferocious expression. And this seemingly indestructible attack was actually easily blocked by Wu with his knife sheath.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." A scarlet light flowed in Wu's eyes.

The Spider Ghost naturally wouldn't let go of such a good opportunity, and immediately rushed towards Wu with all its might. The huge shadow expanded again, opening its bloody mouth, as if it wanted to swallow Wu in one bite.

After repelling the sneak attack from the judge, Wu turned around, swung his arm, and slammed the knife sheath **** the Spider Ghost's head again.

"Bang!"

This time, the power was even greater than before. The Spider Ghost let out a painful scream, and the monster shadow swayed a few times before it didn't fall to the ground.

Only now did the judge finally understand that things were completely different from what he had thought.

But it was too late to say anything. He hardened his heart and slammed down with his only remaining arm. The next second, a bizarre scene appeared.

Along the severed arm, countless blood threads spread out, rolling and twisting around each other, gradually merging into the shape of an arm. Moreover, this arm was very huge, and severely disproportionate to the judge's body shape. Its thickness was more like the forelimb of some prehistoric beast.

The judge raised his head. At this moment, he was completely enveloped in a faint blood-colored halo. The huge arm grabbed the equally huge cross, and blood threads spread along the arm to the cross, firmly adhering the two together.

It wasn't until this moment that Wu put away his teasing attitude and became serious.

"This old guy is planning to fight to the death." No. 13 stared at the judge, who was driven to madness, his brows furrowed. He didn't expect that the judge could go this far for Wu.

The old guy had completely overdrawn his power. If he didn't devour Wu, then without anyone else taking action, very soon, he would be backlashed by his own door, igniting an even more terrifying supernatural event.

"What are we going to do?" Fatty looked at the terrifying scene, his voice trembling. "The old guy is completely crazy. Now he only wants to kill Wu, and he won't let us go." Zhou Ze couldn't understand the situation. He only saw a huge and terrifying shadow, and a judge who was transforming into a blood-colored monster, surrounding Wu from the front and back.

Judging from the size and scariness, he felt that Wu didn't have any advantage.

A terrifying aura emanated from the mutated judge. At this moment, he had lost a part of his consciousness. Red blood bubbles kept popping up on his body, and then exploded. All the blood in his body was boiling.

"Die!" The judge raised the arm fused with blood threads and slammed it down hard on Wu.

The snow-white knife appeared in Wu's hand. He didn't retreat but advanced, holding the knife and sweeping it horizontally towards the judge. The huge cross collided with the slender blade, and actually emitted an ear-piercing hum.

Seizing the opportunity, the Spider Ghost pounced, opened its mouth wide towards Wu's back, and spewed out black threads.

The threads, like a woman's long hair, quickly wrapped around Wu's body, encasing him in a black cocoon.

"Damn it…" No. 2 wanted to rush up to help, but was interrupted by a piercing pain as soon as he tried to use his ability.

He tore open his clothes and found countless black threads concentrated at the location of his heart, wriggling like snakes and burrowing under his skin.

He immediately understood that this was the curse that the Spider Ghost had placed on him. As long as he used his ability, these originally dormant threads would be activated and would then burrow into his heart.

Seeing that Wu was bound by the Spider Ghost, how could the judge miss such a good opportunity? His body rotated in an extremely uncoordinated manner, and he swung the heavy cross, slamming it hard on Wu's cocoon.

The Spider Ghost was also unwilling to give such delicious food to others, and countless limbs surged out. The black shadow instantly swallowed the cocoon.

Either to be smashed by the judge, or to be torn apart by the limbs, in Zhou Ze's eyes, Wu's end was already foreseeable. He slightly opened his mouth, his face ashen.

Wu had fallen. Next, it would be their turn.

"Holy crap!!" Fatty exclaimed, poking his head out.

The scene seemed to be paused.

The black shadow of limbs stopped. The cross that the judge slammed down also stopped. No, it didn't stop, but was forcibly terminated by another, more powerful force.

The Spider Ghost trembled and lowered its head. In her incredulous gaze, her shoulder was pierced by a knife. The next moment, the light of the knife flashed horizontally, and half of her shoulder plus the arm connected to it flew into the air.

The Spider Ghost let out a shrill wail. Countless shadow limbs retracted, covering the severed half of her shoulder, but it was still useless.

The black cocoon was corroded by blood-colored cracks, melting like butter on heat. A pressure far greater than the judge's frantically poured out from the cocoon, repeatedly impacting the judge's fragile nerves like a tidal wave.

One hand.

The person in the cocoon used only one hand to block his attack.

That hand grabbed his cross, and he couldn't even pull back to retreat!

It wasn't entirely because of the gap in strength, but because this aura... was actually so familiar, instantly igniting the deepest fear in his heart.

The judge suddenly widened his eyes.

"Xia Tan!!" The judge's voice changed, becoming sharp and shrill. He actually felt Xia Tan's aura from this guy named Wu.

That monster who single-handedly delayed the Abyss Project by 20 years... had returned!

No, Xia Tan was already dead, he must be dead!!

It was his door!

So Xia Tan's door was actually…

Before the judge could continue to think, a hand suddenly tore open the cocoon, and with an irresistible speed, grabbed the judge's head, and in the next instant, slammed it hard towards the ground.