You Touch My Interviewee? My Pig Butchering Knife Will Slice You to Death
He tilted his head slightly, and the streak of light brushed past the edge of his sunglasses.
A deep crater was blasted dozens of meters behind Old Zhou.
Sing Sing, who dodged the attack, remained standing in place, not even dropping a single cumin seed from the beef in his hand.
He glanced at Christina, then at the Stinger.
He sniffed, picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, then gestured with his chin at Christina with a muffled laugh:
"Young comrade, the examiner has set up the stage for you. This fellow Runtu, who wields a trident and works as a hedgehog hunter, will be your partner in the second round of the group discussion. Please begin your performance."
After saying that, Old Zhou very smoothly squatted back down next to the grill.
Christina was completely bewildered.
(°Д°#)!
Before she could react, she found herself standing face-to-face with the Stinger.
The Stinger doesn't matter.
In his eyes, rats crawling out of sewer pipes are no different from humans with brain problems.
All of them can be directly classified as kitchen waste and processed.
With Stinger, a flash of purple light appeared, and then it swiftly charged forward, the long-handled harpoon whistling as it hurtled straight for Christina's neck!
Although Christina's mentality was slightly shaken by Sing Sing, she hadn't lost her survival instincts honed through her experiences in Morlocks.
She awkwardly leaned back, then rolled to the side in a lazy, doll-like motion.
His first attack missed, the Stinger stuck in the ground, staring indifferently at her. "Dust Angel..."
"I thought the remnants of Morlocks could be anything, but it turns out that once you leave that stinking drain, you're nothing more than cowering under the crotch of an inferior monkey."
Christina, known as the Dust Angel, gritted her teeth, but a fierce fire burned in her eyes.
"Shut your filthy mouth, you executioner!"
"Hey, hey, hey, fellow debaters on the affirmative side, please be mindful of exam discipline!"
A wisp of green smoke suddenly drifted out from behind.
Sing Sing Chow, squatting behind a mound of dirt chewing on a slice of meat, said, "Use polite language, no swear words!"
The Dust Angel was so angry she almost choked. "I'm practically skewered into Kanto and you're still nagging me about swearing?!"
But in a life-or-death situation, she couldn't afford to ask any more questions.
She also has to guard against being attacked by Stinger!
Sure enough, in the instant she was distracted, the Stinger swiftly activated and shot straight at its target.
The harpoon, enveloped in strange energy, pierced straight into the girl's heart!
Sing Sing was constantly focused on the battle, continued chewing.
The Dust Angel moved in a very disheveled manner, and its attack with Stingers showed no mercy.
Could it really not be a self-inflicted injury orchestrated by Silver Peak?
That short, stout guy really wanted this girl dead.
Despite having eaten his fill, Sing Sing remained calm, his throwing knife poised to strike.
At the critical moment of life and death, the Dust Angel let out a roar.
His brownish pupils gleamed with amber light, and patches of dark, eerie veins quickly covered his cheeks.
Get out of my way!
The Dust Angel slapped away the harpoon, bent its knees slightly, dug its hands into the ground, and pried out a giant rock from beneath its feet to smash it down on the Stinger in front of it.
The giant rock roared down with a gust of wind, and with Stinger of the harpoon, the crimson energy surged, shattering the oncoming rock into countless tiny fragments.
Under the cover of the rain of stones, a short shuttle pierced through the dust and smoke, aiming straight for the Dust Angel's abdomen.
"Roar."
In its berserk state, the Dust Angel lost its mind, gripping the tip of the harpoon with both arms and pushing forward forcefully.
The violent forces collided, and the Stinger was forced back half a step by the brute force.
The fate of the Dust Angels was even worse.
The fabric on her arms melted into dust, and large patches of her skin were corroded and charred.
With a cold Stinger his eyes, he launched a counterattack as soon as he regained his footing.
The harpoon, like a venomous Rattlesnake, pierced the Dust Angel's left shoulder blade with a sharp hiss.
Crackle!
High-voltage current flowed through his bones and into his entire body, causing the Dust Angel's muscles to twitch and spasm instantly.
They forcibly shut down the adrenaline surge in her body.
"Ugh!"
After the black markings on the Dust Angel faded quickly, it knelt down on one knee, hugged its left arm, and glared hatefully at the Stinger in front of it.
"It's nothing but a cheap, substandard product; it doesn't deserve to be called Angel."
The Stinger indifferently to itself, while its other hand pulled out the thickest and longest fork from behind its back.
A purplish-black halo condensed into a point at the tip of the fork, crashing down towards the Dust Angel's head.
Knowing that it was about to perish, the Dust Angel closed its eyes in despair.
When!
A burst of intense sparks exploded above her head.
The harpoon was actually stopped by a heavy, black iron Pig Butchering Knife.
The back of the blade got stuck in the groove between the teeth of the trident, and the air rippled out, blowing the embers on the ground into a flurry of flames.
Sing Sing held a knife to the harpoon with one hand, and took a cigarette from his mouth with the other.
Sing Sing, with a forced smile, glanced sideways at the other person as the Stinger pierced his skin.
"I'm telling you, this guy Runtu beat up a recent graduate who was going through the interview process right in front of the examiners..."
"In my hometown, this would be called disrupting the recruitment process..."
The crimson eyes of the Stinger narrowed, the veins on its arm bulged, and it pressed down frantically:
"You ignorant mortal, turn to ashes!"
The bizarre energy capable of completely breaking down matter into molecules rapidly approached Sing Sing's right hand via the harpoon.
"Trying to melt me? With your pathetic power output, you couldn't even melt a packet of hot pot broth at our street stall, and you're trying to pass yourself off as three-phase electricity?"
Within the dantian, the vast and profound Pure Yang Inner Qi suddenly reversed!
Sing Sing twisted his wrist holding the knife, and the Blade of the Pig Butchering Knife followed the force of the harpoon.
Click!
This is my favorite Stinger; a section of the war fork made of a rare alloy has been cut off!
But Sing Sing didn't stop. The Blade continued forward, slicing along the fork handle directly at the Five Fingers holding the Stinger.
The Stinger's expression changed drastically. If he didn't let go, the knife could slice his fingers and metacarpals into raw flesh in a second!
Let go, or leave behind a row of Severed Fingers!
Forced to release his grip, the Stinger recoiled and took three steps back, barely avoiding the deadly stab.
Despite retreating extremely quickly, a large gash, about a foot long, was still slashed across the chest of his battle suit by the blade's energy.
The night wind howled, Sing Sing flicked his wrist, throwing the cigarette butt on the ground and stomping it out.
"Hey, Nana."
On the ground, the girl, who had struggled to pull out the harpoon and rolled to the side, weakly looked up and asked, "W-what are you doing?"
"Oh, it's nothing, just asking if you're still alive."
Old Zhou twirled the Pig Butchering Knife in his hand, his gaze fixed on the person opposite him.
The same was true of the Stinger; the contempt for humanity faded from his eyes. "China martial arts? Interesting..."
But that doesn't change the fact that you're all going to die!
After saying that, the Stinger extended its arms to the sides of its body.
The other five spare harpoons, which were crisscrossed behind him, simultaneously emitted a purple-black death beam.
The cold wind that had been blowing across the wasteland eerily stopped the moment the light appeared.
The air pressure in the surrounding area was forcibly evacuated, causing a sharp pain in the eardrums.
Five harpoons hovered around the Stinger, his black hair danced wildly, and his face was contorted like a demon crawling out of hell.
"Now... may your very soul turn to dust on this wasteland!!"