Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Before he left, Happy told Pomelo that he was going to leave Luoyang three days later and asked him to come to the commision shop three days later and give him another batch of Dew Pills. Then, every single time they made a trade in the future, Happy would pay the deposit on his side first or they could form a trade through the commision shop straight away. Pomelo nodded in agreement and left the commision shop.
Happy put away the Dew Pills and looked into his wallet. He did not have much money on him anymore. He then bought another batch of medicinal tablets from the apothecary nearby, summoned his purplish-red horse, had it run like the wind, and under the cries of surprise from countless players, he galloped out of Luoyang like the wind.
A group of young men had been sitting around a table in a restaurant at the corner of a street when they saw a figure leaving into the distance in a flashy manner. They stood up in indignation while making a ruckus about wanting to teach Happy a lesson and destroy his dignity.
“Damn.”
“Is that brat really going to treat Luoyang as his backyard now?!”
“Boss, no matter what, we’re the biggest sect in Luoyang, are we going to let that brat do whatever he wants in our territory?”
“Those who want to fight against him alone, go ahead and march to your own grave. If you don’t have the ability, don’t start hollering that you want to fight him. If you have the energy to make a ruckus, use it to master your high-tier martial arts. Don’t go believing yourselves great after practicing your high-tier martial art for a day or two…”
The only man who did not get up continued eating and drinking at his own pace. “When he fought against over one hundred strong fighters, you were all still in your diapers.”
“Boss!”
“Enough with your yammering. Drink!”
*****
Once he filled his stomach, Little North returned to the game full of excitement. He began to search for signs of zombies in the mass grave. One or two were not enough. He always looked for three or more zombies together and fought against them at the same time.
Since the day he had split up with Happy, he constantly thought about how he should handle three zombies in one go. He had some ideas on how he should go about it. He was no longer at a loss and his attacks did not come out in a mess.
He could already deploy the strategy of circling the zombies and have all three members of his party alternate in approaching the enemies to attract two zombies’ view, gather their firepower on one side, and destroy them one by one.
Even though he spent quite a lot of time in doing so, as he became more familiar with the technique, more skilled in executing it, and the realm of his Ten Thousand Poisonous Palms increased, Little North gradually became addicted to fighting in such a way. He also grew more confident that he could reach the goal Happy had set for him.
But on that day, Little North noticed that there was a significant decrease in zombies in the area.
He only managed to lure two zombies after walking one-tenth of a mile.
‘What’s going on?’
Little North was a little puzzled. He sent out his zombie puppets to search vigorously in a straight line. In the end, he noticed signs of activity of a large group of zombies far ahead of him.
Oh, that was not right. They were not moving… They were all dead!
There were around seven or eight zombies sprawled on the ground.
“What the heck?”
Little North observed the area for a little while and eventually came to a conclusion. The zombies seemed to have been deliberately lured together and killed at the same time. The punch and kick marks were all over their bodies and densely packed together. By the looks of it, they looked similar to… urk, Stormy Shadowless Kick!
When Little North thought of it, he could not help but suck in a sharp breath. His eyes went wide, and he moved the next second! He suddenly increased his speed and charged into the distance.
Sonorous and firm sounds of impact came nonstop from the distance. The speed at which those sounds rang out was shocking. The swift fist and kick technique made it sound as if the moans of the wind in the area resonated with it. The noise came wave after wave, batch after batch, and Little North could hear it clearly when he approached the area. The closer he got, the more he could sense a faint force in the air preventing him from going forward.
The abnormal phenomenon stirred up even greater curiosity in Little North!
Soon, the black figures of seven or eight zombies appeared in his field of vision
‘There!’
Little North’s eyes lit up, and he saw rays of brilliant, grayish-white ribbons of light among the zombies. That light was the symbol of wind stirred up by punches from a skill set belonging to a high-tier martial art with a high realm.
However, Little North had only been able to see rays of light a day before yesterday instead of the shadows from punches and kicks. Right then, he could see the clear shadows of punches and kicks from the distance. It was as if they had physical form, and every single one of them had a grayish-white ribbon of light behind them.
There seemed to be a cruel and fierce monster hiding in Happy’s extremely agile body!
It used fists and kicks.
The super quick speed made it seem as if Happy punched and kicked at the same time. His momentum was shocking, and the wind stirred up by his fists and kicks tore through the air around him. The fierce howls sounded different from what Little North had heard before.
Usually, the wind stirred up by fists was without substance and only had an awe-inspiring effect.
Right then, it looked as if it had come alive. It cut the zombies with great force and arc-shaped light hoops. The zombies could be seen being pushed back.
Delight instantly appeared on Little North’s face. It looked like he had been expecting that.
Happy’s Stormy Shadowless Kick had reached Grandmaster Realm.
But what made him curious was: why was a high-tier martial art at Grandmaster Realm so terrifying? How could Happy’s fists and kicks hit the targets nearby at the same time?
While he thought about it, a few zombies behind Happy attacked him at the same time from different directions.
Even though their claws, which had a foul stench, did not strike Happy’s body directly, the black wind around their palms still hit him in a fierce manner.
“Ah!”
Little North sucked in a sharp breath, and a shocked look appeared in his eyes.
When someone was struck by so many zombies at the same time, they would be injured badly no matter how good they were. When Happy challenged the zombies alone, he would never give them the chance to deal him fatal attacks. Was it true then that if the number was too great, it would be difficult to control the rhythm?
Just when Little North was prepared to have his two precious zombies go up with him to help Happy, he realized that even after Happy had been struck repeatedly by the zombies, he did not show any signs of wanting to break out of the encirclement. Furthermore, after he was injured multiple times, he only moved slightly, acting completely unconcerned by the attacks of the zombies behind him. His fists and legs did not stop attacking, and he continued the barrage on the zombies in front of him. He just let the zombies attack his back.
Little North felt a chill down his spine when he saw such a crazy and wild sight. He felt as if there were countless caterpillars crawling all over his heart. As time passed, he saw that Happy did not show any signs of losing, or even being injured. It was only at that moment that Little North realized that the equipment Happy wore seemed to be different from his previous gear.
He was usually dressed in a blue robe and a Great Wolf Fur Equipment Set that was good but rather out-of-date and old. He looked just like any other normal player. When asked, Happy would just reply that he did not need equipment that provided good stats for him at the moment.
But right then, he was dressed in a brownish-yellow archer gear and gave off an extraordinary disposition. His brownish-yellow gauntlets and boots did not seem like normal equipment either. With the effect of his body fortification technique, he seemed to be able to negate a lot of the zombies’ attacks.
The wild and fierce brownish-yellow Yellow Dragon Set made him look like an aquatic dragon in the clouds when his agile figure moved about with ease. His movements caused the wind to howl and thunder to roar. He did not care about the zombies’ attacks and just continued to attack those that were in front of him in a frenzy. His momentum was astonishing!
The process seemed simple and mad, but only Happy alone would understand the dangers of it. However, he was also the only one who knew about the great rewards from it.
In one day, not only did his Wind Spirit Spin increase in level as it gained EXP, his Black Sand Invulnerable Body jumped from the ninth realm to the later stage of the tenth realm under the support of medicinal tablets.
Even though the damage from Mystical Realm zombies was mostly negated by his defense, which had increased because of Yellow Dragon Archer Gear and activation of Blessed Realm, it was still a stern test for Black Sand Invulnerable Body. Every single time the zombies touched him, he could gain the full EXP from their attacks. The more he was attacked, the faster his level increased.
But in just one short day, Happy spent more than one thousand medicinal tablets and more than twenty Dew Pills. If he calculated the money he spent, he had used up nearly three hundred thousand taels of silver crumbs.
This expenditure was something no other player could accept! But Happy did not care at all. All that mattered to him was quickly reaching the requirements to train Golden Bell Cocoon! Any price was worth it!
