1266. Out of Control
What had just happened?
The flashbang had temporarily robbed many people of their sight and hearing. They hadn't seen a thing that had happened in the arena, and hadn't even heard Translator Xiao Lin shoot those beasts.
The Witch Puppets, still struggling clumsily, couldn't even stand. They waved their weapons around uselessly, doing nothing but getting themselves covered in mud. They were no longer a threat.
In this kind of situation, the Witch Puppets performed worse than ordinary people. Their intelligence seemed to be in the single digits; they couldn't even crawl, and could only struggle in place.
Even the Black Wizards who had made them probably never imagined that someone could casually kick a Witch Puppet's legs out from under him.
Under normal circumstances, anyone standing in front of a Witch Puppet would likely be smashed into a pulp by a single blow. How could there be any decent resistance?
Kick a Witch Puppet's legs out from under him with one stomp? Was this guy even human?
"What's going on?"
"What happened?"
"Good grief! The beasts are all dead!"
"The Witch Puppets—why are they all down?"
"Who did it? That Chinese guy?"
As time passed, more and more people regained their sight, and their hearing slowly returned as well. Shouts and cries rose one after another.
The Black Wizards controlling the beasts and Witch Puppets looked utterly incredulous. Like everyone else, they credited Li Bai with killing the beasts.
After all, this was the guy who'd been taunting them just moments ago.
"Who else?"
Another little "egg" appeared in Li Bai's hand: an American-made M67 grenade.
He started tossing it up and down again.
This wasn't like the flashbang from before. Within ten paces, it could kill.
Pass the parcel, pass the parcel, gently place