Ma Hongjun: My QQ Was Forcefully Uninstalled!

Big Black Ox jumped in pain, but he didn't stop for a second, charging straight in front of the Sword Bamboo King and using his body to block its next attack.

Tang San followed closely behind.

"Watch this!"

He raised both hands, firing his Sleeve Arrows all at once!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!"

Over a dozen Sleeve Arrows tore through the air, precisely knocking down the leaves whipped out by the Sword Bamboo King.

Tang San felt a surge of relief.

An honest man does nothing in the shadows.

Since this wasn't a sneak attack, it didn't count as a hidden weapon!

This was self-defense!

Xiao Wu cut in from the side, her movement as agile as a rabbit, her kicks as sharp as blades.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Several small bamboo stalks were kicked askew, revealing the Sword Bamboo King in the center.

The Sword Bamboo King finally began to take these uninvited guests seriously.

Its bamboo body shuddered, and countless leaves poured down like a torrential rain!

At the same time, the ground suddenly split open, and bamboo shoots burst from the soil, stabbing toward the group like sharp swords!

Tang San's expression changed.

Xiao Wu dodged nimbly.

Big Black Ox took a few hits head-on, groaning in pain.

Su Mo moved.

Golden light surged!

His bones popped and cracked!

Two point two meters!

He stepped forward, reached out his right hand—

And grabbed Tang San by the back of his neck, hoisting him up.

Tang San: "???"

Su Mo didn't explain; he swung his arm, using Tang San like a sword and hurling him toward the Sword Bamboo King!

Tang San was stunned.

But he reacted quickly.

Mysterious Jade Hand!

His hands instantly turned as hard as jade.

Is Master... using him as a sword?

Fine by him!

He gritted his teeth and, using the momentum of Su Mo's swing, slashed fiercely at the Sword Bamboo King!

"Bang—!"

A crack appeared on the Sword Bamboo King's trunk where Tang San's hands had struck.

Tang San's own hands were left numb from the impact.

But he didn't stop.

Su Mo kept swinging.

One time, two times, three times!

Tang San flew back and forth through the air, shouting "Ahhhhh!" as he slammed his hands into the Sword Bamboo King again and again.

The scene was incredibly bizarre.

A two-meter-twenty muscular giant was holding a six-year-old bald boy and using him as a sword.

And that bald boy was desperately cooperating in mid-air, trying his best to maintain the posture of a "sword."

Xiao Wu stared in a daze.

Big Black Ox was also stunned, forgetting the pain in his backside.

Ma Hongjun's mouth hung wide open, his jaw nearly hitting the ground.

He had seen people use swords.

He had never seen anyone use a person.

What the hell...

Was that the unity of man and sword?

"Bang!"

The final strike.

The Sword Bamboo King's stalk finally reached its limit and snapped with a thunderous crash.

It let out a mournful cry before slowly collapsing.

A purple soul ring rose gradually from its body.

Su Mo set Tang San down, and as his feet touched the ground, he swayed unsteadily, nearly falling over.

His hands were still trembling, but his face was filled with excitement.

"Master! I did it! I succeeded!"

Watching the soul ring drift upward, Su Mo suddenly recalled a heated paradox from his past life regarding the acquisition of soul rings.

That is, if one uses a person as a weapon to slay a soul beast, whose soul ring does it actually count as?

The answer to that question was about to be revealed.

"Tang San, can you absorb this soul ring?"

"I can!"

Su Mo nodded and patted his shaved head. "Absorb it."

Tang San sat cross-legged and began to absorb the soul ring.

The surrounding small Sword Bamboos were stunned for three seconds.

Then—

"Whoosh!"

They scattered in a panic.

They fled faster than rabbits.

In the blink of an eye, the clearing was left in a mess, save for that dumbfounded little fatty.

Ma Hongjun stood there blankly, looking at Su Mo, then at Tang San who was absorbing the soul ring, then at the Big Black Ox with a bamboo leaf stuck in its rear, and finally, his gaze landed on the two-meter-twenty muscular giant.

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask something.

But the words that came out were:

"Are you... even human?"

Su Mo looked down at him.

That six-year-old face paired with a two-meter-twenty frame was visually striking.

Ma Hongjun's legs went a bit weak.

Su Mo suddenly smiled, a meaningful expression on his face.

The Sword Bamboo King had fallen.

A yellow soul ring hovered in mid-air, emitting a faint glow.

Tang San sat cross-legged, preparing to absorb it.

Su Mo nodded. "Seven hundred and forty-six years; that's a bit high for a first soul ring."

Tang San looked up, his eyes resolute. "Master, I can do it!"

Su Mo glanced at him without speaking.

This kid, as chuunibyou as he was, certainly had grit.

He reached into his robe and pulled out a small bundle containing the recovery potions he had bought before setting out—Pulse-Restoring Powder, Bone-Mending Paste, Heart-Protecting Pill—all the best goods available in Notting City.

"Absorb it," Su Mo said. "If you can't hold on, speak up."

Tang San nodded and closed his eyes.

The soul ring descended slowly, merging into his body.

Just then, a disturbance came from behind.

"Huff... huff..."

Heavy, ragged breathing.

Su Mo turned to look—

Ma Hongjun was standing not far away, trembling all over, his face flushed and his eyes unfocused.

His lower body...

Was bulging, pitched into a tent that no six-year-old child should have.

Su Mo frowned.

Xiao Wu looked over curiously, "What's wrong with him?"

No sooner had the words left her lips than Ma Hongjun suddenly moved.

He lunged toward Xiao Wu!

His speed was sluggish and his gait unsteady, as if he were drunk.

Yet his eyes were fixed intently on Xiao Wu, and he let out a garbled, incoherent sound:

"So... so pretty... let me... quickly let me..."

Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment.

Then, Ma Hongjun felt it.

Two terrifying auras descended abruptly from the depths of the forest!

He was locked in place by that pressure, which carried a heavy, warning intent!

His movements slowed instantly.

As if pinned down by something invisible, every step he took became incredibly difficult.

Yet he continued to inch forward, driven recklessly by the Evil Fire.

Xiao Wu blinked.

Suddenly, she raised her leg.

With a standard opening stance for the Waist Bow, her leg whipped out like a lash—

"Bang!"

It hit the target dead center.

The bulging area flattened instantly.

"Crack."

A crisp sound echoed, as if something had shattered.

Ma Hongjun's expression froze instantly.

His eyes bulged wide, his mouth hung open in an "O" shape, and his complexion shifted from red to white, then to gray, finally settling into an indescribable shade of bruised purple.

It was as if his QQ had been uninstalled...

Then, he collapsed straight backward.

"Thud."

A cloud of dust rose into the air.

A deathly silence fell over the surroundings.

Tang San forgot to absorb his spirit ring, staring blankly at the scene.

Big Black Ox silently clamped his hind legs together.

Even those two auras paused for a moment before slowly retracting.

It was a shared sense of pain among males.

Su Mo remained silent for three seconds.

He looked at Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu stood there looking innocent, still holding her kicking pose.

"Master," she asked, tilting her head, "what's wrong with him?"

Su Mo opened his mouth, wanting to ask if she meant before or now?

But the words died on his lips, replaced by:

"...Let me check."

He walked over, crouched down, and checked Ma Hongjun's breath.

He was still alive.

Just unconscious.

His face remained a bruised purple, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and he was curled into a ball.

When he pried his eyelids open, large drops of tears were streaming down.

He looked just like a cat that had been neutered.

Friendly reminder: Please go to a professional facility for neutering, rather than forcibly uninstalling QQ...