Chapter 24, Stupid!

At the moment when Phoenix and Wu Feng began to fight, Tang Fei, Little Fatty, and the others also faced off against Shadowless.

Shadowless stood at the entrance of the courtyard, his voice as cold as the mask on his face, "You are all clever people; there's no need for pointless struggles. The end will be the same regardless."

Tang Fei stood in front of Little Fatty and the old man, chuckling as he said, "Do you know what the first principle of a Hunter is?"

Shadowless found this question intriguing, as he was a Hunter himself.

The difference was that Tang Fei hunted animals, while he hunted people.

"Don't let yourself become the prey," Tang Fei said.

"..."

Shadowless's eyes darkened; he understood the implication in Tang Fei's words.

Why was he still so defiant at this moment?

Little Fatty, growing impatient, swung the hammer in his hand and charged forward, saying, "Big brother, why talk so much nonsense with him? I'll go flatten him."

Boom, boom, boom...

The running Little Fatty seemed like a small mountain in motion.

Shadowless scoffed at this, those from the Old Land truly had backward thinking; they had no idea of the tremendous changes that had occurred on New Star.

The new immigrants didn't just pursue technological excellence but also individual strength.

DNA screening, Ancient Secret Manuals, Genetic Potions—all these elements complemented one another, merging to create one Super Soldier after another.

Some powerful forces or families could even obtain Mutant Beast Essence or Divine Beast Seeds.

On New Star, some could pierce armor with a single blow, some could chill the stars with a single sword.

But what did these people from the Old Land have? Lush wildflowers or mutant beasts?

They wouldn't understand the vast gap between ordinary people and Cultivators.

In Shadowless's eyes, Little Fatty's actions were akin to a mantis trying to stop a chariot, a moth to a flame, ants trying to move an elephant...

Can ants really move an elephant?

"Delusions of grandeur!"

Shadowless was less talkative than Wu Feng, but his pride was deeper.

Seeing Little Fatty swing the hammer, he too drew the long sword at his waist to block it.

To him, the hammer posed no threat, nor could it cause him any real harm.

Just like the mole-whacking game that children on New Star enjoyed playing, Little Fatty's hammer was suitable for hitting those virtual moles that popped up around his body...

Clang!

Metal clashed, sparks flew.

Shadowless felt a great force surge from his sword, spreading through his body.

His body staggered back repeatedly, his entire arm swelling and numbing.

He looked at Little Fatty in front of him with a shocked expression; did this youngster really knock him down just with brute force?

How powerful was that hammer strike just now?

Eight hundred kilograms? Or a thousand kilograms?

Seeing his attack had failed, Little Fatty was not annoyed and swung his hammer again.

Didn't kill him? Then smash again.

Shadowless raised his sword to block...

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Hammer after hammer, Shadow had to keep retreating.

By the time he realized something was wrong, his back was already against the courtyard door.

"This kid has innate brute strength; I can't overpower him harshly," Shadow thought.

He was already fuming, driven by the humiliation of being overpowered by an unknown Little Fatty from the Old Land, a disgrace that if known, would be a huge dishonor in the Assassin circle.

Seeing Little Fatty swing the hammer again, resolute in fighting to the death, Shadow began to counterattack.

With a flick of the wrist, his long sword multiplied a thousandfold.

In Little Fatty's dazed eyes, unable to discern which was the actual blade, Shadow's sword slashed, breaking the wooden handle of the hammer into two.

Holding just a piece of wood in his hand, Little Fatty's expression turned vacant, utterly confused.

Strike when the enemy is sick, take his life when he's weak.

Shadow pursued the advantage, his body disappearing into the darkness, moving so fast that one couldn't even see his shadow.

Shadowless, hence the name.

The first thing that came into view was the jet-black long sword, its tip bright as lightning, thrusting directly at Little Fatty's crucial heart area.

Fast!

Incredibly fast!

Little Fatty, caught off guard, couldn't react at all.

He was about to die!

Clang!

A dagger whizzed in, knocking the swiftly thrusting long sword off course.

Little Fatty felt as though he'd been kicked, tumbling and rolling to the side.

He reached out to touch his belly, round and warm.

"I'm still alive?"

After kicking Little Fatty away, Tang Fei caught the boomeranging Dog Leg Knife.

Shadow's body appeared from the darkness, his trembling sword tip betraying his shock as he looked toward Tang Fei, "Cultivator?"

"What Cultivator, I'm just a hunter," Tang Fei said with a cheery laugh.

"No, you are a cultivator," Shadowless said, looking at Tang Fei. "That strike just now... was it Qi Manipulation Skill?"

"It was just that the knife was thrown accurately," Tang Fei denied.

"No, you are a cultivator," Shadowless said. "I felt the Yin Yang Qi contained in that knife strike..."

He could not understand how he could encounter a cultivator in the Old Land, especially one who had mastered the Qi Manipulation Skill.

Isn't such a person supposed to be as rare as a phoenix feather or a unicorn horn?

"You can think whatever you want," Tang Fei said, although he had never been in love, he was naturally adept at dismissive retorts.

"..."

Indeed, upon hearing this, Shadowless felt his anger rising.

Like every girl in the world who hears such words...

Shadowless raised his long sword and pointed it at Tang Fei, saying, "Now, you are my opponent. I really want to see how powerful you really are."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to see it," Tang Fei said. "Come on, let's have a man-to-man fight. A duel to the death between you and me."

"Alright," Shadowless agreed readily.

Although he was an assassin, he genuinely wanted to have a proper fight with this cunning and sly Wasteland Wanderer.

He wanted to see whether his own sword was sharper or if the dagger in the other's hand was quicker.

After receiving a positive response from Tang Fei, he grasped his Dog Leg Knife and charged toward Shadowless.

Facing a Qi Manipulation Skill master, Shadowless was fully focused, ready to battle this formidable enemy with all his sword skills.

Swoosh!

An arrow whistled through the air and fiercely pierced his neck.

"Foolish..."

The smile on Shadowless's face froze.

He was wearing a full set of nano defense armor, impervious to knives and arrows, and even bullets with substantial penetration power could not harm him.

At most, his neck would experience some impact from the force...

But what was this situation?

He reached for his neck and his hand was coated with a sticky liquid; more bizarrely, the short arrow that should have fallen to the ground was still embedded in his neck.

An old man, holding a giant crossbow and sneering continuously, said, "I don't believe that my arrows cannot kill."

Thud!

With a face full of unwillingness, Shadowless stumbled forward a few steps and then fell to the ground with a thud.

Tang Fei, who had been charging, came to a sudden halt, approached Shadowless, carefully checked him, and after confirming that he was indeed dead, he grinned at the old man and said, "How about that? Was my strategy of creating a diversion not bad?"

"My strategy of 'Muddying the Waters' was also perfectly timed."

"If I hadn't first shown my strength and drawn his attention, how could you have had the chance to shoot him?"

"If my archery wasn't accurate and lacked penetration power, you would probably be beaten up badly by now."

"We haven't even fought, how can you know the outcome?"

"Do I need to fight? Don't I know how capable you are?"

"So how capable am I?"

Having just cooperated perfectly, the two now regarded each other with disdain and then turned their faces away.

Tang Fei pulled Little Fatty up from the ground, dusted off his buttocks, and complained, "Don't you know your own strength? Why do you always rush to the forefront? What if you get hurt? Do you realize how dangerous that sword just now was?"

"I know," Little Fatty said with a simple smile, letting Tang Fei chatter by his ear.

"You know and you still do it? Are you stupid?"

"Brother, I'm not stupid," Little Fatty cheerfully looked at Tang Fei and said, "I know you are stronger than me, but I have brute strength. We don't know how strong these new guys are, so..."

"So you thought you'd take the lead for me, swing a few hammers, and test their strength?"

Little Fatty nodded shyly and said, "I also thought about smashing him to death... but it didn't work out."

Tang Fei patted Little Fatty's shoulder forcefully and said, "Don't do such things again, it's too dangerous. Have you forgotten our family rules?"

"Brother, I remember," Little Fatty said.

"Recite it."

"If you can fight, fight; if you can't, run."

"Yes, be flexible and adaptable. Look at the way your brother and I just cooperated... it was seamless, flawless." The old man, holding the giant crossbow, came over and said proudly, "Even if a grandmaster comes, we two could take him down."

"I'm not smart enough to learn that." Little Fatty spoke honestly.

The old man sighed, patted Little Fatty's head, and said, "That's also true."

Then, he disdainfully wiped his hand that had touched Little Fatty's head on Little Fatty's clothes and said irritably, "You should wash your hair... it's oilier than the roast meat I just ate..."

"Hehehe... let big brother wash first, I'll wash after him," Little Fatty said with a laugh.

"Silly boy!" the old man cursed.

Just then, Phoenix, who had just killed Wu Feng, walked over, her gaze playfully sweeping over Tang Fei and the old man's faces and even over Little Fatty sitting on the ground.

Indeed, there were no good people on the Old Land.

"Sister Phoenix..." Little Fatty took the initiative to greet her.

The old man tugged at Little Fatty's arm and asked, "Are you full?"

Little Fatty seriously considered it and said, "I'm eighty percent full."

"Let's go eat something, we need to be full to have the energy to fight."

"Another fight?" Little Fatty was startled.

When eating, he disliked being disturbed as it would interrupt his fluid rhythm.

"What if someone comes to fight us? Better safe than sorry," the old man said.

Little Fatty thought it made sense; since he was idle anyway, he might as well go eat something.

Phoenix stared into Tang Fei's eyes, her voice hauntingly saying, "Mr. Tang Fei, why won't you explain to me?"

(ps: I heard that today everyone can do magic, and every monthly ticket for Lao Liu will turn into two...)