Chapter 706: 706
"Having sensed the God-Slayer Tool, the God-Slayer Whitey shall return…"
As Golden Sabre waved his gleaming golden sabre at Bu Fang, the system's austere and solemn voice resonated in Bu Fang's mind .
Bu Fang was slightly taken aback . Whitey the God-Slayer? Could it be that Whitey? Bu Fang was reminded of Whitey, who suffered from a bout of food poisoning the last round . Had he been revived?
To Bu Fang's astonishment, a silhouette started to form right before him as soon as the system's voice came to a halt . It was as though someone had sketched a figure on the sky, releasing a figure from out of nowhere .
Golden Sabre wielded his sabre, slashing a golden brilliance at Bu Fang . The terrifying energy exploded instantly .
The power of the God-Slayer Tool was formidable . Not only did it allow the energy to escalate, but it could also render a great blow to the spirits from the Netherworld . Golden Sabre had been cornered to such exasperation by Bu Fang that he decided to draw out his God-Slayer Sabre against him immediately into the fight .
With the joint strengths of the Black Turtle Constellation Wok and the soul of Taotie, Bu Fang's true ability might not pose a challenge to Golden Sabre . However, he was on par with him in terms of combat and defensive prowess . When matched against such a worthy opponent, one had to act ruthlessly swiftly, wiping out the opponent before he could respond .
Meanwhile, the crowd took a deep breath . They were intimidated by the outburst of the imposing presence, thinking that it would have crushed Bu Fang into minced meat . The grounds were collapsing, but alas, everybody squinted their eyes as they found a huge figure standing in front of Bu Fang . Amongst the rumbling dust and debris, that figure was serving as a barricade .
It was an enormous and rotund figure, shielded by a bronze armor . The weirdly-engraved armor fully enshrouded the ball-like torso, making it rather comical for the plump figure . However, the crowd felt a terrifying pressure effusing from that figure .
The blood-red eyes of Golden Sabre brightened from within his golden helmet . As the dust and rumbling settled, he had a clearer picture of the current situation .
His God-Slayer Sabre was restricted by the fat heap of steel . Unbelievable! How could his 'sure-kill' golden sabre be blocked by a heap of steel that had appeared from nowhere?
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Behind the rumbling and the heap of steel, Bu Fang was holding his pitch-black wok, sweeping his eyes dispassionately at Golden Sabre .
"What on earth is this?" said the baffled Golden Sabre .
He tried pulling, but the God-Slayer Sabre was stuck and could not be moved an inch . The bowed head of the heap of steel raised slowly, and a pale gleam shot out from the iron puppet's skull, shooting straight at Golden Sabre .
Golden Sabre shuddered under his armor .
Boom!
Before Golden Sabre could respond and tilt his head fully, he saw a black figure rushing towards him . The thick black energy smacked his head, and with a roaring howl, Golden Sabre tried to pull out the God-Slayer Sabre locked by the heap of steel .
Within the thick black energy, a soft white foot came sticking out . The milky-white skin was smooth as silk, and the well-defined calf gave a start . The foot tapped on Golden Sabre's chest before he could wave his sabre . A second later, horrifying energy exploded from it .
Golden Sabre was propelled afar from that move, and the brute force of his landing shattered the ground into crumbles .
Everyone, including the Golden Armor Guards, stood aghast at the sight of Golden Sabre hurled to a great distance . It was unimaginable for them to see the fall of Golden Sabre, so they were horrified and cast their glance afar when Golden Sabre landed by their feet .
A moment later, the black energy dissipated, revealing the aloof face of Nethery, a cold but attractive figure . With the help of Blacky's fur, Nethery's combative prowess recovered tremendously .
As the haze around Whitey disappeared, his full form became discernible to all . God-Slayer Whitey had transformed drastically . His chubby head had a gruesome spine protruding from it, and the metallic wings on his back exuded an icy luster . In the middle of each wing was a row of sharp thorns, giving him an air of bossy dominance .
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If Whitey had given the impression of a gentle puppet before, he had now adorned a sharper image . He was like a sword out of its sheath, ferocious and ruthless .
Bu Fang stood behind Whitey and stared at the piercing sharp thorns . He gingerly touched the thorns and mumbled, "God-Slayer Whitey has become rather… brutal . "
Nethery was not expecting Whitey too . Her energy exploded, and her long tress wavered as her eyes turned pitch-black . Green veins spread across her face, starting from the ears . If she had known that Whitey would appear, she would not have borrowed the fur from Blacky . However, since the fur was already in her hands, she might as well put it to good use at once .
A buzz reverberated . The next moment, Nethery's physique catapulted across the air at an alarming speed . At the same time, her mane gathered and transformed into a long spear .
Swoosh!
The transformed long spear headed ruthlessly towards Golden Sabre and savagely pierced through him . Nethery was now a Great Void .
Golden Sabre rose from the ground . There was now a clear dent on the armor around his chest . His scarlet eyes twinkled as he coldly said, "The Spirit of Netherworld? I did not come for you, yet you dare appear?" A moment later, his physique vanished . He reappeared in the air and was seen pulling the sabre and whacking it towards Nethery .
The God-Slayer Sabre's destructive force was much more effective and was especially designed against the Spirit of Netherworld . Being the Great Void from the Spirit of Netherworld, her combative prowess was good . Although it was contrary to what Golden Sabre had thought, he was, after all, real . That was why he had total control over the God-Slayer Sabre .
The fifty Golden Armor Guards finally joined the battle . They did not expect Golden Sabre to be drawn into such a tough fight without any advantage against a small fry, the little chef . It was totally unimaginable! They pulled their long knives from their backs and charged towards Whitey and Bu Fang, who were standing at a good distance .
The long knives were dragged across the ground, which had already turned into shambles by then . The contact of the surfaces created sparks and loud metallic sounds . All in all, the energy of the Guards was strong and terrifying .
"Kill the troublemakers!" Whitey's mechanical and cold voice resonated as the ashen white in his eyes turned bloody red . The metallic wings behind him became more gruesome . If one were to look from afar, Whitey would appear as brutal and tyrannical as a demonic monster . He had become more and more imposing, so much so that he would have asked for those troublemakers' clothes to be stripped away . But, alas, how arrogant could he get now? Therefore, his first word was "Kill!"
As he flapped his wings, the oppressive pressure permeated the air around him . Whitey held on to his fat torso and charged, as fast as lightning, towards the Golden Armor Guards .
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Boom!
Time seemed to have slowed to a halt . Whitey stepped on the ground as the redness in his eyes brightened . In a flash, his puppetry punch went out .
Buzz!
The long knife of a Guard sliced across Whitey's armor . Sparks flew, but surprisingly, there was no injury incurred . Whitey's blow landed on the Golden Armor Guard . His armor shattered and disintegrated, and his body was thrown afar . His long knife dropped on the ground, creating a clanging sound .
In the next instant, two Guards' long knives were draped across the surface of the ground as they tried to prop Whitey up with them . Whitey responded by grasping the two guards' heads with his clawed fan-like hands . With an abrupt swipe, the two Guards were sent colliding at each other, and blood could be seen spurting out of their mouths . After that, they were swung out by Whitey .
Bang!
The charging Golden Armor Guards were flung out one by one, much like chickens and dogs being thrown out . The upgraded Whitey had combat prowess that was more fearsome than before .
Meanwhile, Bu Fang held his Black Turtle Constellation Wok as he watched the fight from a distance .
He heaved a sigh .
It was the same scent—the same concoction . His lips twitched as he thought that fighting was a very tiring job . Frankly speaking, he was pleased that Whitey was doing it instead .
He kept his Black Turtle Constellation Wok and strolled into the restaurant . He pulled out a chair and sat on it, right at the entrance of the restaurant . Others might mistake him for a bystander or an audience upon seeing his relaxed mood . In fact, that was close to the truth . Everyone was baffled, not comprehending the swift change of events that had turned slightly out of control .
With a bossy and savage puppet, coupled with the Spirit of Netherworld, it had to be said that there were quite a few cards in the restaurant's hands .
At this moment, all the Guards charged towards Whitey .
Immersed in the crowd, Nangong Wuque walked slowly towards Luo Danqing, who was bathed in a pool of blood and was as good as dead . Luo Danqing was too feeble as Golden Sabre was too overbearing and too strong a match for him . Fortunately, he was not killed .
Nangong Wuque sneakily piggy-backed Luo Danqing, ensuring that he was unnoticed in the process and sprinted in the direction of the restaurant . Unfortunately, he was noticed by a Guard, who immediately showed his killing intent by changing the direction of his knife, slashing at Nangong Wuque .
Boom!
Whitey threw his powerful punch at the Guard who was about to attack Nangong Wuque . His fiery punch sent the Guard crashing to the ground . The poor half-dead Guard was hoisted up again by Whitey, and blood could be seen oozing out from the corner of his mouth . With another fling of his arm, Whitey hurled the Guard away to a great distance .
Most of the fifty Golden Armor Guards were either brutally killed or wounded by Whitey . The remaining Guards looked at each other briefly and started to move in unison, following the steps on the mystifying engravings . Their outburst of energies synchronized at the arch of heaven, forming a magic array . A moment later, it culminated into a humongous Golden Armored Giant . It held a big chopping knife and roared ferociously at Whitey .
Rumble!
Golden Sabre, with fanatical eyes, grasped his God-Slayer Sabre and attacked Nethery relentlessly .
The God-Slayer Tool was too powerful in suppressing the Spirit of Netherworld . Even with the help of Blacky's dog fur, Nethery felt a moment of suppression . The spear that was transformed from her black hair was snipped to shreds . Without diminishing its pressure, the God-Slayer Sabre targeted straight at Nethery .
Whitey rolled his blood-red eyes and stared at Golden Sabre, who was floating in the sky . The moment he set his eyes upon the God-Slayer Sabre, he became agitated .
"Discovered the God-Slayer Tool… Kill!"