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Chapter 87 – Chapter 87: Three-foot King Kong, punching the human world (Thanks to Ling Han Shu for the reward support)_2

Chapter 87: Three-foot King Kong, punching the human world (Thanks to Ling Han Shu for the reward support)_2

Translator: 549690339

A hover car slowly descended in the mountain forest in front of the abandoned factory, its intense headlights piercing through the fog and barely illuminating the area ten or so meters ahead.

Within the half-exposed factory building, all was a vast expanse of white.

“Here? This is such a godforsaken place…” the blue-haired young man peered out, somewhat surprised.

The delicate man with glasses nodded with certainty, “Right here. It’s even inside, at three o’clock, 120 meters in diameter…”

He hesitated as he spoke, “But I don’t sense anyone else’s presence… Could it be that the other party just hid the object here?”

“Who cares, if there’s someone, chop them down; if we don’t run into anyone, just grab the documents and get back to report,” the blue-haired young man said decisively, getting out of the car and grabbing his war knife from the back seat, unsheathing a section of it, the cold light reflecting on his face.

The blue-haired young man smiled with satisfaction, then poked his head out and said, “What are you dawdling for, hurry up.”

The delicate man with glasses hesitated, “Since it’s just here, maybe I won’t go down?”

“What a coward,” the blue-haired young man scoffed, “Then you stay here and watch. I’ll be back soon, shout out if there’s any trouble. Oh, and there’s a small handgun in the door’s compartment, take it for protection. You know how to use a gun, right?”

“I do…” the delicate man with glasses replied meekly.

The blue-haired young man nodded, carrying his war knife as he quickly stepped into the dense fog.

The delicate man with glasses held the gun with both hands and carefully waited with the car lights turned off.

The blue-haired young man noticed that the car lights through the dense fog suddenly went out, he paused for a moment, then scoffed and shook his head, silently stepping toward the factory at a brisk pace.

Suddenly, the blue-haired young man felt an odd sensation in his heart.

Although he couldn’t see anything clearly in the dense fog, he inexplicably felt there was someone watching him not far away.

He furrowed his brow.

“Didn’t that guy say there was no one here?”

Peering from the other end of the open-air factory, through the dense fog like eerie shadows, Pei Jinye silently “watched” the newcomer who had stopped in his tracks.

Thanks to the prompts from his memory, he recognized the newcomer.

Zhao Li, One of the Thirteen Protectors of Heaven God.

Extraordinary Ability – [Instrument · Knife].

Above his head a bracket: (9.9-10.8)

Pei Jinye’s gaze slowly moved away toward someone outside the factory.

“Strange, is no one here?” Zhao Li, with his blue hair, frowned.

He cautiously approached step by step.

One step, two steps.

He halted mid-way through his third step.

All of a sudden, Zhao Li stopped.

The war knife in his hand came to life, its sharp blade cutting through layers of fog, and with a powerful stomp of his foot, he fiercely chopped down on the shadow in front of him.

But at the moment of impact,

Zhao Li froze.

The shadow in front of him turned out to be a scarecrow!!!

Tricked?

Zhao Li’s heart skipped a beat.

Luckily, he found a briefcase on a rusty iron rack nearby.

He held it in his hands, stunned, about to open it and check.

Suddenly, a strange noise came from outside the factory.

“Not good!”

Thinking of the coward in the car, Zhao Li hastily picked up the briefcase and turned to retreat.

But the instant his foot was about to step through the factory gate, a loud boom resounded, and a merciless Gang Wind surged from all directions.

Zhao Li felt as if his heart had missed a beat.

The war knife reflected a cold light, instantly drawn and slashed, unraveling the dense fog on either side and causing a shock to ripple through it.

Accompanied by a piercing explosive sound.

The war knife struck a solid object, and Zhao Li for a moment couldn’t tell if he had made a mistake, or if the opponent’s Physical Body had become that Powerful.

In the moment he took a step forward, he finally saw the other person’s appearance.

His eyes suddenly went wide with shock.

“Jin! Wuji!!”

How could it be!

Wasn’t this guy supposed to have been dead long ago?

How is he now alive and standing before him, bearing the brunt of his knife with his physical body.

Zhao Li was dumbstruck.

He looked as if he had seen a ghost.

He clearly remembered bowing three times at Jin Wuji’s funeral.

“Old Jin, you”

However, the “Jin Wuji” before him suddenly bared a row of ghastly white teeth, like an evil spirit from the eternal night that lurked in darkness.

Zhao Li’s moment of distraction was brief, yet during that brief moment, “Jin Wuji” made a fierce move.

Within a range of three feet, King Kong with furious eyes.

It was as if boundless blood energy rushed forth like torrents.

An iron fist thundered down, the explosive shockwave scattering the dense fog in circles and striking viciously onto Zhao Li’s chest.

“Rip!”

The expensive leather coat worth thousands was violently burst open by the ferocious punch, revealing the alloy armor underneath.

Zhao Li’s expression turned to one of terror.

But there was more relief.

If it were not for the alloy armor, which he had purchased at a considerable cost, Jin Wuji’s punch would have undoubtedly shattered his body.

Even with the alloy armor absorbing most of the impact, his internal organs felt as if they had been struck by a heavy hammer, and he couldn’t help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Blood spilled from between his teeth as Zhao Li hysterically cried out, “Get the hell away from me!”

In an instant, countless forces from all around his body converged, flowed along tendons, flesh, and bone, extending to the blade, and furiously struck down.

However, “Jin Wuji” was faster, more ferocious, and more bloodthirsty!

“Boom!”

The fierce gang wind viciously slapped across Zhao Li’s face.

In that instant, he caught a glimpse of armor shining like that of a Heaven God emanating from his old friend “Jin Wuji.”

Isn’t this Jin Wuji!

Zhao Li’s expression momentarily turned blank.

How could someone, whose body had been cremated, stand before him, still so fierce and vigorous?

What in the world had happened?

“Clang!”

The edge of the war knife slipped away, leaving behind just a faint red mark, completely unable to inflict even the slightest damage on the opponent.

Instead, the sound of a violent air burst erupted under the iron fist!

“Am I really… so fragile?”

Zhao Li’s left face was viciously struck, caving in immediately; a “crack” noise of breaking bone was heard, and half of his face became a bloody blur… He was then sent flying backwards.

The ground was as if plowed, bursting open and flinging countless pieces of debris.

Zhao Li’s jacket was utterly torn to shreds, and his significantly damaged alloy armor was exposed.

“Damn it… Ah!”

Zhao Li’s mutilated face now resembled a nightmarish demon, as he let out a hysterical roar.

His war knife swung with resentment.

And at that time.

The iron fist of “Jin Wuji,” descending from the heavens, was already fiercely coming down.

“Crack!”

The right arm that Zhao Li used to swing his knife emitted a crisp sound of bone breaking, the specially made war knife was thrown out of his hand, and his entire body’s bones were mercilessly shattered under an extremely terrifying shockwave.

Blood within his body roared as it splattered, and in almost an instant, Zhao Li felt as though his internal organs were about to explode.

“Old Jin… Why? Have you forgotten the days when we… shared drinks and merrymaking…”

A relentless hand clutched his face.

The cold voice, like that of the Grim Reaper, chilled Zhao Li to the bone in the next moment.

“Enter the dream!”

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