The Immortal Ruins - Chapter 38 A Murderous Rage
“Hey, stop!”
The one-armed captain flourished his alloy spear and shouted, “Do you think you can take all three of us just because you’ve killed a python? Ha!”
Jian Shaoliu stopped and turned around. “Are you sure you want to fight me?”
The thin man took out a dagger and spun it twice in his hand. “Do you know who our captain is? That’s Xiu Luo you’re looking at! He has killed ten three-ringed monsters by himself. You’ll never beat him!”
The big fat man finally returned to his comrades’ side and remarked to the thin man, “Actually, it was only nine.”
The captain stared at the fat man in disbelief. “Are you stupid? This isn’t the time to point that out!”
The fat man looked at Jiang Shaoliu and then at the captain. “Fine,” he finally nodded, “I’ll talk about it later, but I clearly remember it was exactly nine.”
“Goddamn idiot,” the thin man rolled his eyes.
Jiang Shaoliu sighed.
They were just funny fellows. He thought he might as well just let them go.
“Leave. I don’t want to kill you.” He turned his back to them and continued dragging the snake away.
He was too hungry to bother with them.
“Hey, you bastard, where are you going? Stay where you are!” Luo Xiu shot forward like a bullet, leaving a trail of blue air behind him.
The thin man zoomed like lighting toward Jiang Shaoliu, his sharp dagger slicing through the air.
The big fat man clenched fists as big as sandbags and barreled forward like a human wrecking ball.
“What a pain in the ass…” sighed Jiang Shaoliu and threw the python’s body aside before turning around to charge them.
Xiu Luo narrowed his eyes. Jiang Shaoliu’s face was getting larger and larger. “That’s impossible! How can he be so fast?”
He pointed the spear at Jiang Shaoliu’s throat.
“Too slow!” Jiang Shaoliu flew past the spear tip and grabbed Xiu Luo by the arms, flinging him away with a twist of his torso.
Xiu Luo was catapulted high into the air, dropping his spear in the process.
Luckily, the thin man managed to change direction in time and rushed after him to catch him.
The fat man roared loudly and stretched his arms out like two bronze battering rams aimed at Jiang Shaoliu’s chest.
“Why are you so stubborn?” Jiang Shaoliu crouched and twisted his arms as if he were doing Tai Chi, another form from the Demon Fist.
The fat man staggered and tried to skirt around him, but Jiang Shaoliu kicked him again and sent this bronze human wrecking ball rolling off into the undergrowth.
“What a bunch of losers,” Jiang Shaoliu shook his head, grabbed the python’s tail, and left without looking back.
Xiu Luo fell from a dozen meters high but was caught by the thin man, whose spine was almost crushed.
Seeing that Jiang Shaoliu had left, he snapped: “Boss, we’ll find another opportunity to kill him. You can still take revenge on him ten years from now.”
Luo Xiu slowly stood up, his arms shaking. Five purple-blue fingerprints remained in the flesh of each arm. “How is he so strong? How is this possible?”
The fat man returned with a black and blue face. “We have severely underestimated him,” he huffed. “We would all be dead if he didn’t show us mercy.”
Xiu Luo gave him a swift kick in the ass. “Damn it, let’s get out of here.”