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Forty Millenniums of Cultivation (Web Novel) - Chapter 3444: Untitled
Chapter 3444: Untitled
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Grey and his pursuers were jumping up and down on the trees. Their fists and feet collided, producing sparks like fireworks.
Gus was too busy fleeing in the bushes and mud to care about anything else. He did not want his sister and himself to be killed by the pursuers, but he did not want, dare not, or even think of betraying his beliefs, nor did he want to make an enemy out of the entire town and everyone in it!
Gus only wanted to dig a hole in the mud, find a crevice in the hole, bury himself deep inside, and hide himself so that nobody would ever find him.
But it was impossible.
A stinky smell assaulted him from behind. Gus felt that something had jumped on his back and strangled him.
Looking back, Gus found an extremely twisted face.
It was a former classmate of his named Guo Qi. He was friends with Qin Yong and often hung out with him.
When Qin Yong was threatening Gus yesterday, Guo Qi had been watching coldly and sneering at him.
But right now, his face was extremely hideous, as if he had gone mad and was about to bite off a piece of meat from Gus’ neck.
Gus noticed that there was a bloody hole on his left shoulder. There was also a strong smell of burning that even the heavy rain could not cover.
In the middle of the black, rotten meat was a crossbow bolt.
It was quite possible that the guy had attacked Grey first, only to be shot down by a crossbow and lose most of his combat ability. Therefore, he could only bother Gus.
“You killed Qin Yong!”
Guo Qi roared.
“I—I didn’t!”
Gus was greatly alarmed. He retreated and explained instinctively.
“Of course, you didn’t. You are a piece of garbage. Your sister killed Qin Yong, but you must have something to do with it, too. You are both goddamn heretics. I’m going to send you and your sister to the stake!”
Guo Qi said brutally. His arms were like two weird boas that were getting tighter and tighter until Gus found it hard to breathe.
Stars were dancing in the depths of Gus’s eyes. He sank deeper and deeper like a drowning person. Suddenly, a terrifying illusion appeared in front of his eyes. He and his sister were really tied up like piglets and tied up in front of the temple of fists. They were hung on the stake and licked by the flames inch by inch under everyone’s watchful eyes. Large blisters appeared on their bodies, and they slowly turned into black, wrinkled, and curled-up frogs.
Fear turned into strength. Gus struggled hard and waved his hands crazily. Suddenly, he touched something.
It was the arrow that had pierced into Guo Qi’s shoulder.
Gus subconsciously pulled it out.
The arrow was stuck in the gap of Guo Qi’s shoulder blade and could not be pulled out. But Guo Qi screamed in pain, “How dare you resist, you piece of garbage!”
Although he was shouting, his arms that were tightening around Gus’s neck were shaking violently.
The word ‘trash’ reminded Gus of the unbearable days in Iron Fist School.
He thought of his naturally weak body, which seemed to have been crudely made by the Fist God.
He remembered that he had believed in the Fist God sincerely and regarded all the humiliation, mockery, and coldness as a test from the heavens. He had trained himself a hundred times harder than other people, only to get nothing in return.
In the Iron Fist Academy, even the children who were several years younger than him could often ride on his neck and show off after cultivating for a few years.
In the past, he had been unwilling to admit it.
Today, he could no longer fool himself.
“Has the Fist God never blessed me?”
Gus asked himself.
Then, more than ten years of bitterness, grievance, pain, and resentment turned into a howl. “I am not trash!”
He exerted strength in his hands, and the bolt came out with blood and broken bones. The pain made Guo Qi jump to his feet. He clutched his bleeding shoulder and screamed, before he let go of Gus naturally.
Gus took the opportunity to roll on the ground, trying to get out of the enemy’s attack range.
Guo Qi, on the other hand, lunged forward a hundred times more ferociously. It seemed that he was confident that he could chop Gus into pieces even if his arm was crippled.
Guo Qi’s furious face was exactly what Gus had imagined for Qin Yi, who had been burnt into a toad in the raging flames. Gus was so scared that he waved the crossbow in his hand and almost cut off Guo Qi’s nose.
“Bastard! Trash! Traitor! I’m going to kill you!”
A piece of meat the size of a soybean fell off from the tip of Guo Qi’s nose. It was dangling from his lips and looked both terrifying and hilarious.
He was already seething with anger. Like a wounded bear, he stood up and leapt towards Gus, completely disregarding the fact that he was wide open—it was quite possible that, in Guo Qi’s eyes, Gus’s small arms and legs could not hurt him at all.
Even when he saw that Gus had fished out two repeating mechanical crossbows from behind his back, his angry expression did not change in the slightest. It was as if the image of Gus as a “waste” was so deeply rooted in his heart that he simply could not believe that even a “waste” like Gus could grow the tusks of a devil.
Hiu! Hiu! Hiu! Hiu! Hiu!
Gus fired more than ten arrows in a row.
Guo Qi fell backward as if he had been punched by an invisible iron fist. He hit a giant tree and fell into the mud below.
His chest was full of arrows, as if two hedgehogs were lying on it—burning hedgehogs.
In a moment, Guo Qi turned into a fireball. The fire was spreading along the tree, turning the branches into dazzling torches that could not be put out even if there was a storm. The soul-stirring battlefield was even more anxious now.
Huchi! Huchi! Huchi! Huchi!
Gus was breathing heavily.
This was his first time killing someone.
Killing a devout believer of the Fist God.
He was no longer trash.
But a traitor? Gus did not know whether or not he was qualified to continue believing in the Iron Fist Art.
Very soon, the students who used to look down on him helped him make a decision.
“Gus killed Guo Qi!”
“The two siblings have indeed fallen into the demonic path!”
“Damn it. Traitors who believe in ‘machinery and steam’!
A few more pursuers lunged at him.
Half numb and half mechanical, Gus raised the serial crossbow.
The crossbows modified by Lu Qingchen seemed to be loaded with endless bolts. Or rather, in Lu Qingchen’s words, he had set up ‘infinite ammunition plug-ins’ for Gus and Grey so that he could shoot until the end of the world without any rest.
The pursuers did not expect that the fire of the siblings would be so fierce that even Gus, the ‘trash’, was armed with a marvelous weapon.
The infinite firepower of the four serial crossbows interweaved into an impenetrable net of fire and whipped at the pursuers like a burning whip, making them scream or fall to the ground like Guo Qi.
Several pursuers were caught off guard and kicked off the hill when Grey saw through them.
The short encounter had come to an end.
Deep inside the storm, there were no longer any pursuers who could still stand and fight.
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