bookbashuk Chapter 108 Playing Tricks
Chapter 108 Playing Tricks
Su San looked at the three people's stance and sighed deeply.
He knew these kids too well; now that they had stopped, they wouldn't leave again.
"That's enough."
Su San said in a low voice, a resolute glint in his eyes.
"Then let's give it our all."
As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed his hands on the ground.
The ground shook, and several thick vines burst forth from the soil, coiling towards the burly man like giant pythons!
The vine was entirely bluish-black, its surface covered with sharp barbs, clearly indicating that it was no ordinary creature.
The burly man snorted coldly and retreated rapidly, simultaneously throwing a punch. The blood-red fist imprint struck the vines, blasting open a huge gap.
But there were just too many vines, surging up one after another, and in the blink of an eye, the big man was trapped in the middle.
Zhao Fan seized the opportunity, his eyes flashed, and the Flame Burst Technique he had been preparing for a long time transformed into a crimson fire serpent, aiming straight for the big man's back from the side!
At the same time, the Golden Marrow Thorn flew out silently, circled around to the front of the big man, and headed straight for his throat!
Sensing danger, the burly man's body surged with crimson spiritual light, forcefully shaking off the vines binding him several inches.
He dodged the golden marrow thorn by sidestepping, but he couldn't completely avoid the fire snake—the fire snake struck his shoulder and exploded with a bang!
As the flames subsided, a large hole was blasted through the man's clothes, revealing his reddish skin underneath.
There was only a faint patch of charred black on the skin; the skin wasn't even broken.
The burly man glanced down and a disdainful smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Is that all you've got?"
Seeing this, Su Ziyan gritted his teeth and waved his hands repeatedly, smashing seven or eight low-level magic weapons at the big man as if they were free!
These were all made by him when he was learning his craft in Zhoujiafang Market. Although they were not of high quality, they were plentiful.
The burly man frowned slightly, then casually waved his hand, unleashing a wave of crimson energy. The low-level magical artifacts, as fragile as paper, were swept away by the energy wave and scattered to the ground with a clattering sound.
Su Ziyan's face turned pale. Although these magical artifacts were not valuable, they were the savings he had accumulated little by little over the past two years.
Most of it was destroyed just like that, and he was so heartbroken that he gasped for breath. But he didn't have time to feel sorry for them because the big man was already rushing towards them!
At this moment, Su Zixin moved.
The silver longsword in her hand was suddenly drawn, its light as sharp as a bolt of lightning, carrying a chilling aura as it pierced straight towards the burly man's face!
That was a high-grade magic weapon that Su San bought for her at a high price after she broke through to the late stage of Qi Refining. It was the Frost Sword. When the sword was drawn, it was as cold as ice. Wherever the sword energy passed, even the air condensed into fine ice crystals.
The burly man dared not be careless, dodging the sword's edge while simultaneously throwing a punch at Su Zixin's ribs.
Su Zixin changed her sword stance, parrying horizontally, but was forced back several steps by the force of the punch, her hands going numb. But she didn't retreat; she gritted her teeth and charged forward again.
Su San's vines wrapped around him again, this time even more densely, almost covering half of the big man's body.
The burly man roared and swung his arms violently, snapping the vines in two!
But that momentary hesitation gave Su Zixin an opportunity. She slashed her Frost Sword across the big man's arm, drawing a line of blood!
Blood splattered, and the burly man glanced down at his wound, a hint of seriousness finally appearing in his eyes.
"He does have some skill."
He no longer held back; the crimson aura around him solidified, making him resemble a god of death.
With a punch, the wind howled, and Su Zixin raised her sword to block, but was knocked back and flew into a big tree, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
Su San's vines wrapped around him again, but this time the big man didn't dodge at all. He let the vines entangle him and walked step by step toward Su Zixin.
His strength was immense; the vines left bloody marks on his body, but they couldn't stop him at all.
Zhao Fan was extremely anxious. He had already used the Flame Burst Technique several times, consuming most of his spiritual energy, but it had only left a few scorch marks on the opponent.
Although the Golden Marrow Thorn was sharp, the Great Han's protective aura was too thick, and it couldn't pierce through at all.
Seeing that Su Zixin was about to be in trouble, he gritted his teeth, pulled out the long spear from his storage bag, and leaped into the battle!
He twirled the spear in his hand, like a venomous snake, aiming straight for the big man's throat.
Over the past year, he has never stopped practicing his marksmanship. Although he is not as skilled as those martial artists who have been immersed in this art for decades, he is much better than the naive young man who only knew brute force.
The burly man watched the spear tip approaching, a disdainful smile creeping onto his lips. Then, with a single hand, he grabbed at the spear shaft from a distance, causing it to bend tightly and become impossible to advance any further.
A tremendous force traveled through the spear, and Zhao Fan felt a jolt in his hand, nearly causing the spear to slip from his grasp.
Zhao Fan tried desperately to pull back, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree; he couldn't budge it.
"Kid, is that all the strength you've got?"
The burly man chuckled and, with a burst of strength, snapped the gun barrel in two!
Zhao Fan's heart sank, but he had no time to feel sorry for the man, because the big man's fist was already in front of him.
He dodged to the side with all his might, the force of the punch grazing his cheek, causing a burning pain.
Su Zixin attacked from the side, her Frost Sword slashing at the burly man's shoulder, but only managing to break the skin. The burly man slapped her away with a backhand.
Su San's vines wrapped around him again, this time emerging from underground and directly binding the big man's legs.
The burly man paused, and Zhao Fan seized the opportunity, aiming his Golden Marrow Thorn straight for the man's eye!
The burly man dodged to the side, but the golden marrow thorn left a bloody mark on his face.
"court death!"
Enraged, the burly man kicked away the vines wrapped around his leg and immediately pounced on Zhao Fan.
Zhao Fan had no time to dodge and could only raise his arms to block.
"Bang!"
It felt like being hit by a huge mountain; the powerful impact almost broke my arms.
He had no chance to react before he was sent flying backward and crashed heavily to the ground, a metallic taste filling his mouth.
Xiao Er struggled frantically inside the spirit beast pouch, trying to get out and help, but Zhao Fan held the pouch tightly shut, preventing him from coming out. The big man was too strong; if Xiao Er came out, he would only be throwing his life away.
Su Ziyan paced anxiously to the side. He had almost used up all his magical artifacts, and he dared not use the few remaining ones lightly.
Su Zixin got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, gripped the Frost Sword tightly, and charged forward again.
Su San's face was pale. Summoning the vines had obviously taken a huge toll on him, but he dared not stop. If he did, the big man would crush them like ants.
The three of them clashed again.
Zhao Fan gritted his teeth, got up, ignored his injuries, picked up the broken gun, and charged forward again.
The three men attacked from three sides, barely managing to hold the big man back. But they could only hold him back; the big man's defense was too strong. Their attacks were like tickling him.
The big man could easily make them cough up blood and stagger backward with just a punch or a kick.
Zhao Fan gradually realized that they were no match for the Han Dynasty. It wasn't something they could win by fighting desperately; they were far too weak.
The gap between the peak of Qi Refining and the late stage of Qi Refining is much larger than he thought.
The big man was deliberately toying with them. It looked like they were having a very tough fight, with both sides going back and forth, but they actually didn't inflict any effective damage on him.