Feng Buzhi's Slaughter

"Damn!"

Pei Chao cursed, hefted his machete, and charged forward, beginning his brutal fight with the second wave of Green-skinned Dwarves.

The scenes still kept speeding up and slowing down. Pei Chao felt as if he were drunk; the intense dizziness made it difficult for him to feel his own body. He could not even feel the weighted sandbags tied to him.

He only felt that his body was heavy, as though he were fighting underwater, where resistance filled every inch of space.

Besides that, time seemed to have slowed.

Two wounds had appeared on his chest and four on his back. Once he realized that he might die here like this, time slowed down.

Although his mind was still dizzy, his senses seemed to have grown stronger. He could even clearly catch the subtle changes in the Green-skinned Dwarves' expressions.

The Green-skinned Dwarves at night looked fiercer and crueler, and they seemed somewhat stronger as well. Yet when his machete came down, their expressions turned to despair and terror.

As his machete swung, one Green-skinned Dwarf after another was cut down by him...

"I'll chop you filthy bastards to death! Fuck!"

Pei Chao shouted, opened his eyes, and then began coughing without stop...

Dawn had come, and the battle seemed to be over.

Fragmented scenes of slaughter appeared in his mind like slideshow images. It seemed that he had fainted during the fight with the Green-skinned Dwarves.

Pei Chao tried to move, only to discover that his entire body was unbearably sore and painful, as though it had been filled with lead. He could barely move at all.

Pei Chao recalled the time in his previous life when a failed raid at sea had forced him to jump from the ship and escape.

That time, he had swum for an entire day and night. After finally reaching shore and waking from sleep, he had entered this same state, where his entire body ached and could hardly move.

His current condition was far worse than it had been then.

At least back then, he had been able to move his body with difficulty and barely sit up. This time, however, his body had completely stopped obeying him. Only his head could move a little.

"So thirsty."

Pei Chao stirred his fishy, salty, dry tongue.

His body hurt and ached, but more than anything, it felt numb. His entire body was numb, so it was still somewhat bearable.

Only his mouth and throat were unbearably dry.

Using all his strength, Pei Chao turned his head, then widened his eyes.

—Densely packed Green-skinned Dwarf corpses had been piled into a small mountain, and atop that mountain sat Feng Buzhi, his entire body bathed in blood.

Feng Buzhi gripped a Green-skinned Dwarf corpse, his mouth pressed to the Goblin's neck as he sucked the blood from its body.

Soon, Feng Buzhi tossed the corpse aside and jumped down.

On the ground, a Green-skinned Dwarf was trembling violently, its face twisted into a tearful, sobbing expression. It made no attempt to flee, merely curled up on the ground and shook without end.

In the seven days Pei Chao had spent in this world, this was the first time he had seen a Green-skinned Dwarf show such fear without first being struck by a blade.

Clearly, this Green-skinned Dwarf had been driven into complete collapse by Feng Buzhi.

Without any struggle or resistance, the Green-skinned Dwarf had its neck severed by Feng Buzhi's hand axe. Feng Buzhi then carried the corpse to Pei Chao's side, and a stream of hot, fishy blood flowed into his mouth.

Hearing the awakened Pei Chao say that he was thirsty, Feng Buzhi carried the corpse over and said, "There's no water source nearby. If you're thirsty, drink some Goblin blood for now. It can replenish some nutrients too."

As Feng Buzhi spoke, he used Sonar to investigate the movements around them.

In the Mist at night, as long as one remained in the same place for too long, wave after wave of Goblins would emerge from within it. Once daylight arrived, however, the number of Goblins in the Mist dropped drastically.

Not only that, according to Feng Buzhi's senses, after daybreak, some Goblins would even make a wide detour around where he was, as though they had caught the scent of some natural predator.

That was the case now. Several Goblins seemed to sense something and fled in panic before they came within a hundred meters.

"It seems there's nothing to gain from staying here any longer. We can take this chance to return to the town square and use [Basic Cultivation Assistance]. Pei Chao can improve his strength while we're at it. Otherwise, if he keeps following me, he'll only drag me down."

Over the several hours in the latter half of the night, counting the Goblin that had just been scared witless, he and Pei Chao had killed a total of 154 Goblins.

Of those, Feng Buzhi had killed 139, while Pei Chao had killed 15.

Other than some bodily fatigue and some abrasions on his limbs from the weighted stones, he was still in fairly good condition.

Two consecutive uses of [Basic Cultivation Assistance] had raised his physical abilities by one-third. Coupled with Sonar, which allowed him to anticipate his enemies' moves, these Goblins, whose physical abilities were far inferior to his own, basically posed no threat to him.

Besides that, during the Goblin hunt, he had acquired a sharp silver hand axe. This hand axe had greatly improved his efficiency in clearing out Goblins.

Throughout the latter half of the night, only two truly dangerous moments had arisen, forcing him to activate Bodily Shackles for a few seconds.

Because he had activated it only briefly, the burden on his body was not too great.

"Tonight, perhaps I can explore deeper into the Mist."

Feng Buzhi murmured softly. Then, having suddenly noticed something, he raised his head toward the town.

Before long, the shadow that had vanished yesterday drifted over.

From afar, the shadow saw the small mountain of Goblin corpses, and confusion appeared on its face.

The Goblins in the Mist at night occasionally slaughtered one another. Similar situations had occurred frequently in recent years.

However, because it could not enter the Mist at night, it still did not know why such situations occurred.

Then, when it saw Pei Chao lying on his side on the ground and drinking Goblin blood, as well as Feng Buzhi covered head to toe in blood, that confusion turned into shock.

The shadow looked at the small mountain of Goblin corpses and said, "Were these Goblin corpses killed by you last night? Did you encounter a Goblin melee? Can you tell me what exactly happened?"

Feng Buzhi did not hide anything. He briefly summarized yesterday's experience. "After killing that large spider, we returned to town. I used [Basic Cultivation Assistance] and [Repair], then came here in the latter half of the night to hunt Goblins for Abyss Points."

The shadow circled Feng Buzhi twice, pressing its nose close to Feng Buzhi's body as though sniffing his scent.

"You didn't encounter a Goblin melee. In that case, did you obtain some powerful Weird power?"

In the shadow's view, for Feng Buzhi and Pei Chao to achieve such results, they should have sensed the location of an Abyss Altar and obtained something there, greatly increasing their strength.

With Feng Buzhi's Subtle Realm, it was not impossible for him to complete the Mutation Stage within a few hours.

Escaping from the Spider Cave, entering an Abyss Altar to obtain Weird power, then having his strength erupt—the shadow's mind formed the script of last night.

Yet after inspecting him, the shadow could not see the slightest sign of mutation on Feng Buzhi. Feng Buzhi's body had not merged with the Weird at all.

Had Feng Buzhi lied? Had they experienced a Goblin melee last night?

The shadow continued examining the dead Goblin corpses and discovered that most of their fatal wounds were identical: either their skulls had been smashed open, or their necks had been severed.

In other words, these Goblins had basically all been killed by one person.

The shadow said in shock, "They really were all killed by you. You neither encountered a Goblin melee nor obtained Weird power, so how did you do it? The Monsters in the Mist at night become berserk, and their strength rises by a great deal..."

Feng Buzhi wiped the axe with silver patterns in his hand and said, "Perhaps it has something to do with this sharp axe. Without it, the fight should have been more deadlocked. I might have had to fight while retreating with Pei Chao."

The shadow stared for a while at the axe in Feng Buzhi's hand, which contained no Weird power whatsoever, then stared at Feng Buzhi for a while longer, momentarily not knowing what to say...