mtl008 Chapter 182 Do you think I'm stupid?
Chapter 182 Do you think I'm stupid?
The enormous fist, carrying a powerful gust of wind and an oppressive, slammed down on Zhuang Yu.
Before the fist arrived, the wind came first, and Zhuang Yu felt a sharp pain in his cheek, as if he had been cut by a knife.
He swerved to the side, barely dodging the fatal blow. The puppet guard's fist slammed heavily into the ground with a deafening roar, creating a huge crater and sending debris flying.
More puppet guards surged forward. Although their movements were stiff, they possessed immense strength, incredible speed, and were fearless in the face of death.
Zhuang Yu was overwhelmed and exhausted.
He brandished his longsword, its blade flashing, each swing unleashing a sharp sword aura that shredded the approaching puppet guards into pieces.
However, the number of puppet guards was simply too great, seemingly endless. As soon as he killed one, two more would appear, and Zhuang Yu gradually felt overwhelmed.
His breathing became rapid, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and his hand holding the sword began to tremble slightly.
The puppet guards around him exuded a powerful aura of late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, as if mountains were pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.
These puppet guards felt no pain, no fear, only cold, ruthless killing commands. Their eyes flashed with an eerie red light, like demons crawling out of hell, ready to devour him.
"This can't go on!" Zhuang Yu thought to himself.
He understood that if he continued to fight like this, he would eventually exhaust his true energy and be torn to pieces by these puppet guards.
He rolled his eyes and figured it out.
He deliberately exposed a weakness, staggering as if he was about to give way.
An Yi saw an opportunity,
"Now is the time!" Zhuang Yu thought to himself.
He had anticipated that An Yi would take the opportunity to strike. Just as An Yi's longsword was about to pierce him, he dodged the fatal blow and grabbed An Yi's wrist, pulling him in front of him.
"Stop it, all of you!" Zhuang Yu shouted, holding An Yi hostage.
This sudden turn of events caught the shadowy figure and his companions off guard. They were all stunned, staring at An Yi, who was being held hostage by Zhuang Yu, and for a moment they didn't know what to do.
The shadowy figure's face was terribly grim; he never expected Zhuang Yu to use such a move.
He looked at Zhuang Yu, a cold glint in his eyes: "Zhuang Yu, you..."
"Release An Yi, and I might consider letting you leave." The shadowy figure's voice was deep and threatening, but his gaze was fixed on Zhuang Yu's hand holding An Yi hostage, plotting how to rescue An Yi.
The surrounding puppet guards remained menacing, like a pack of ferocious beasts poised to pounce.
"Shadow, do you think I'm stupid?" Zhuang Yu sneered, slightly increasing the pressure on his hand. An Yi felt a sharp pain and groaned.
“Make your puppet step back, or else…” He lightly slashed his longsword, leaving a shallow bloodstain on An Yi’s neck, the blood slowly flowing down the sword mark.
An Yi felt the cold blade of the sword against his skin, a chill running from his feet to the top of his head. The fear of death enveloped him, and he said in a trembling voice, "My lord, save me..."
The shadowy figure's face grew even darker. He gritted his teeth and finally ordered the puppet guards to retreat.
He knew that if An Yi died, he would lose not only a subordinate, but also an important pawn.
Seeing the puppet guards slowly retreat, Zhuang Yu nodded in satisfaction. He grabbed Wang Yao's hand and led An Yi into the depths of the mine. His steps were calm and firm, as if everything was under his control.
"Zhuang Yu, don't even think about succeeding!" Bai Mei roared angrily when he saw this. How could he be willing to let Zhuang Yu take the lead like this?
He gathered spiritual power in both palms and suddenly attacked Zhuang Yu's back. The wind from his palms howled, carrying a sharp killing intent.
Zhuang Yu seemed to have anticipated this, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips. He suddenly pushed An Yi towards the direction of Bai Mei's attack, and at the same time, he flashed to a safe place.
"Ah!" An Yi was hit by Bai Mei's attack and let out a scream. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string and crashed heavily to the ground. His life or death was unknown.
Bai Mei hadn't expected to accidentally hurt his own people. His expression changed, and he was about to explain when he saw Zhuang Yu already charging at him with his sword.
"Bai Mei, your opponent is me!" Zhuang Yu's voice was icy cold, and the long sword in his hand was like a silver snake, carrying a sharp sword aura, piercing straight for Bai Mei's heart.
Bai Mei dared not be careless and quickly raised his palm to defend. The two spiritual energies collided, producing a deafening roar. The surrounding mine walls shook, and rubble fell down.
"Boom!" Another loud noise rang out, and Zhuang Yu and Bai Mei both took a few steps back. They both felt a powerful recoil force, and their hands and feet hurt.
"White Eyebrows, do you think you can stop me?" Zhuang Yu sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "Today, I will definitely obtain the treasures in this mine!"
He had barely finished speaking when he suddenly sensed a strange movement behind him...
Just as Zhuang Yu and Bai Mei were locked in fierce combat, a dark figure flashed by like a ghost; it was none other than the Shadow.
A sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth. He didn't directly participate in the battle, but quietly retreated to the side and gave An Er a wink.
An Er understood immediately, and with a swift movement, like a nimble raccoon, silently circled behind Wang Yao.
Wang Yao was watching the battle intently. Although her cultivation level was not high, she understood the danger at the moment and was worried for Zhuang Yu.
Suddenly, a chill ran down her spine from behind. Before she could react, a sharp pain shot through her neck as a cold blade pressed against her throat.
"Don't move!" An Er's voice was cold and hoarse. His hand gripped Wang Yao's throat tightly. With just a little force, he could easily take her life.
Wang Yao's body stiffened, and her eyes widened.
"Wang Yao!" Zhuang Yu caught a glimpse of Wang Yao being held hostage out of the corner of his eye, and his heart sank as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand.
He roared, and the sword in his hand became even more fierce, forcing back Bai Mei's attack.
He tried to rush over to save Wang Yao, but Bai Mei held him tightly and he couldn't break free at all.
The surrounding air seemed to become heavy, making it hard for Zhuang Yu to breathe.
His heart was filled with anger and anxiety; he wished he could tear the shadowy figure and Dark Two to pieces immediately.
However, he knew perfectly well that if he showed the slightest weakness, Bai Mei would seize the opportunity to attack, and then not only would he be unable to save Wang Yao, but he himself would also be in danger.
Zhuang Yu understood that the treasures in this mine were of paramount importance to him, and were key to improving his strength.
But Wang Yao's life was also on his mind; he couldn't bear to watch her get hurt.
This conflicting feeling distracted Zhuang Yu from the fight, making his movements sluggish and his battle with Bai Mei even more difficult.
Each collision made him feel a powerful pressure, as if a mountain was pressing down on him.
He could sense that Bai Mei was waiting for an opportunity to counterattack, and once he showed a weakness, he would be met with a storm of attacks.
As Zhuang Yu watched Wang Yao being dragged away by An Er, his heart felt as if it were being cut by a knife.
He let out a roar of resentment, but he was powerless and could only watch helplessly as Wang Yao's figure grew further and further away.
He was caught in a deep internal conflict. What should he do?
Just then, he saw Wang Yao looking at him with a determined gaze after she was kidnapped.
Wang Yao was taken hostage, but she did not panic and cry out. Instead, she looked at Zhuang Yu with a firm gaze. This silent trust was like a warm current flowing into Zhuang Yu's cold heart, but it was also like a sharp thorn, piercing his heart, making him both moved and guilty.
He understood that Wang Yao believed he would come to save her, and this trust was so heavy that it almost suffocated him.
"Zhuang Yu, you're still worried about your little lover, aren't you? Hahaha!" Bai Mei's arrogant laughter echoed through the mine, extremely grating.
His attacks became increasingly fierce, pressing forward relentlessly and giving Zhuang Yu no chance to catch his breath.
Zhuang Yu gritted his teeth, suppressing his anxiety and anger.
He knew that now was not the time to act rashly; if he did so, he would only put Wang Yao in a more dangerous situation.
He must deal with Bai Mei first before he can rescue Wang Yao.
He took a deep breath, his eyes gradually turning cold and sharp.
He wielded the longsword with even greater speed, the sword flashing like lightning, creating gusts of wind.
He focused all his attention on the battle before him, no longer distracted, and every move he made was full of power and killing intent.
Although Bai Mei's attacks were fierce, they could not break through Zhuang Yu's defenses.
He gradually felt his strength waning, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He never expected that this seemingly ordinary young man would possess such formidable strength.
"Damn it!" White Eyebrows cursed under his breath, his heart filled with resentment.
He knew that if things continued this way, he would surely be defeated.
His eyes darted around, and an idea suddenly came to him.
Just then, Zhuang Yu seized the opportunity when Bai Mei was momentarily distracted. With a flash of sword light, a sharp sword aura sliced through the air and headed straight for Bai Mei's chest.
Bai Mei's expression changed drastically, and he quickly dodged to the side, barely avoiding the fatal blow.
However, his left arm was slashed by the sword energy, and blood gushed out instantly.
"Ah!" Bai Mei cried out in pain, clutching his injured left arm and staggering backward.
Zhuang Yu did not press his advantage, but instead turned to look in the direction where the dark figure had disappeared.
"Shadow, you'd better not lay a finger on her, or I'll make you regret ever being born!" Zhuang Yu's voice was cold and deep, like the whisper of a demon from hell, echoing in the mine.
However, all that answered him was the empty mine shaft and the faint sound of footsteps coming from afar.
“Wang Yao…” Zhuang Yu’s heart sank to the bottom. He clenched his fist tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh, and blood slowly flowed down between his fingers, but he was completely unaware.
"It's too late..." White Eyebrows' voice suddenly came from behind, carrying a chilling laugh, "Your little lover is probably already..."
"Shut up!" Zhuang Yu turned around abruptly.
"Zhuang Yu, do you think you can still save her?" The shadowy voice suddenly echoed from the depths of the mine, tinged with mockery. "She's in my hands now..."