Foolish!

As the Phoenix and Wufeng began their fight, Tang Fei, Little Fatty, and the others engaged Shadowless.

Shadowless blocked the entrance to the small courtyard, his voice as cold as the mask on his face. "You're all smart people. There's no need for pointless struggles. The end result will be the same anyway."

Tang Fei stood in front of Little Fatty and the Old Man, chuckling. "Do you know the first rule of being a hunter?"

Shadowless was very interested in this question, as he was also a hunter.

It was just that Tang Fei hunted animals, while he hunted people.

"Don't let yourself become prey," Tang Fei said.

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Shadowless's eyes darkened. He understood the meaning behind Tang Fei's words.

Why did he still dare to speak so arrogantly at this point?

Little Fatty was getting impatient. He swung the hammer in his hand and charged forward, saying, "Big Brother, why waste so many words on him? I'll smash him flat."

Rumble...

Little Fatty, as he ran, was like a small mountain on the move.

Shadowless dismissed it with disdain. The thinking of these Refugees from Old Earth was truly backward. They didn't know how much the New Star had changed.

New immigrants pursued not only technological excellence but also individual strength.

DNA screening, ancient secret manuals, and gene serums—these elements complemented each other, merging into one to produce one super-warrior after another.

Some powerful factions or families could even obtain the blood essence of exotic beasts or the seeds of divine beasts.

On the New Star, some could cleave armor with a single strike, while others could make stars freeze with a single sword.

But what did these people from Old Earth possess? Lush wildflowers or mutated beasts?

They had no idea of the vast difference between ordinary people and cultivators.

In Shadowless's eyes, Little Fatty's actions were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, a stone thrown against a boulder, or ants trying to move an elephant.

Could ants move an elephant?

"Overestimating yourself!"

Shadowless spoke less than Wufeng, but his inner pride was even greater.

Seeing Little Fatty swing his hammer at him, he drew the long sword from his waist to block.

In his opinion, this hammer had no killing power and could not cause him any substantial harm.

It was like the Whac-A-Mole game that children on the New Star liked to play. Little Fatty's hammer was suitable for smashing those virtual moles that popped up around one's body.

Clang!

Metal struck metal, and sparks flew.

Shadowless felt a surge of immense force from his long sword, which then spread throughout his body.

He stumbled back repeatedly, his entire arm becoming numb and sore.

He looked at the Little Fatty in front of him with a look of terror. This kid had knocked him down with sheer brute force?

How much strength did that hammer blow have?

Eight hundred kilograms? Or a thousand kilograms?

Seeing that his first blow had failed, Little Fatty wasn't angry. He swung his hammer again.

Didn't kill him? Hit him again.

Shadowless raised his sword to block.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

One hammer blow after another, forcing Shadowless to retreat.

By the time he realized something was wrong, his back was already pressed against the courtyard gate.

This kid has natural brute strength; I can't go head-to-head with him, Shadowless thought.

He was already enraged by Little Fatty. When the good are bullied, and the strong are taken advantage of, the notorious Shadow from the assassin world was being pummeled by an unknown little fatty from Old Earth, unable to fight back. If this got out, it would be a disgrace.

Seeing Little Fatty swing his hammer again, looking like he wouldn't stop until death, Shadowless began to counterattack.

With a flick of his wrist, his long sword transformed into countless illusions.

Just as Little Fatty's eyes glazed over, unsure which was the real sword, Shadowless slashed with his sword, and the wooden handle of the hammer snapped in two.

With the hammer broken in two, only a piece of wood remained in his hand, Little Fatty's expression was stunned, his face blank.

Strike while the iron is hot.

Shadowless pressed his advantage, disappearing into the darkness so quickly that no one could see his shadow.

Shadowless, hence the name.

The first thing that caught his eye was the pitch-black longsword, its tip like light and lightning, stabbing directly at Little Fatty's vital heart.

Fast!

Incredibly fast!

Little Fatty was caught off guard and couldn't react at all.

He was going to die!

Clang!

A dagger flew in, deflecting the tip of the lunging longsword.

Little Fatty felt a kick to his body, then he scrambled and rolled to the side.

He reached down and felt his stomach, round and warm.

"I'm still alive?"

After kicking Little Fatty away, Tang Fei caught the returning cleaver.

Shadowless appeared in the darkness, looking at the trembling sword tip with horror and then at Tang Fei, "A cultivator?"

"What cultivator or not, I'm just a hunter," Tang Fei said with a chuckle.

"No, you are a cultivator," Shadowless said, looking at Tang Fei. "That strike just now... was it Qi Control Technique?"

"I just throw knives really well," Tang Fei denied.

"No, you are a cultivator," Shadowless insisted. "I felt the Yin Yang Qi contained within your blade."

He couldn't understand how he could encounter a cultivator in a place like Old Earth, and moreover, a master who had already reached the Qi Control Realm. Weren't such people like phoenix feathers and unicorn horns?

"Whatever you say," Tang Fei said. Though he had never dated, he had a knack for player quotes.

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As expected, hearing this made Shadowless feel indignant. It was the same reaction as every girl who heard that phrase in the world.

Shadowless raised his longsword, pointing it at Tang Fei, "Now, you are my opponent. I want to see just how strong you really are."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to see," Tang Fei replied. "Come on, let's have a battle between men. A fight to the death between you and me."

"Alright," Shadowless readily agreed. Although he was an assassin, he genuinely wanted to have a good fight with this cunning and treacherous Wasteland refugee. He wanted to see if his longsword was sharper or if the dagger in his hand was faster.

After receiving the other party's affirmative reply, Tang Fei gripped his cleaver and charged at Shadowless.

Facing a Qi Control Realm expert, Shadowless was fully focused, ready to face the formidable enemy with his lifelong swordsmanship.

Swish!

An arrow whistled through the air, embedding itself deeply in his neck.

"Foolish..."

The smile froze on Shadowless's face. He was wearing a full set of Nano-Armor, making him impervious to blades and arrows; even powerful bullets couldn't harm him. At most, his neck would suffer some impact from the force. But what was happening now? He reached for his neck and found his hand covered in sticky liquid. Even more bizarrely, the short arrow that should have fallen to the ground was still lodged in his neck.

The Old Man, holding a black, medium-sized crossbow, sneered, "I don't believe my arrow can't kill someone."

Thump!

Shadowless, full of unwillingness, stumbled forward a couple of steps before falling to the ground with a thud.

Tang Fei, who had been charging, slammed on the brakes. He walked over to Shadowless, cautiously prodded him, and then felt his chest, confirming that he was as dead as he could possibly be. Only then did he look at the Old Man with a smile and say, "How was it? My feint was pretty good, wasn't it?"

"My move of fishing in troubled waters was perfectly timed."

"If I hadn't revealed my strength first and drawn his attention, would you have had a chance to shoot him?"

"If my archery wasn't accurate enough, if the penetration wasn't strong enough, you probably would have been beaten into a pulp by now."

"How can you know the outcome before we even fight?"

"Do we still need to fight? Don't I know your capabilities?"

"Then what are my capabilities?"

The two, who had been cooperating perfectly moments before, exchanged a look of mutual disdain before turning their faces away.

Tang Fei pulled Little Fatty up from the ground, helped brush the dust off his backside, and grumbled, "You know your own abilities, so why do you always rush to the front? What if you get hurt? Do you know how dangerous that sword strike was?"

"I know," Little Fatty said with a simple smile, letting Tang Fei nag him.

"You know that and you still did it? Are you an idiot?"

"Brother, I'm not an idiot." Little Fatty looked at Tang Fei with a smile and said, "I know you're stronger than me, but I have brute strength. We don't know how strong these newcomers are, so..."

"So you wanted to charge ahead for me and swing a few hammers to test their limits?"

Little Fatty nodded shyly, saying, "I also thought about smashing him to death, but I didn't manage it."

Tang Fei patted Little Fatty's shoulder forcefully. "Don't do things like this again. It's too dangerous. Have you forgotten our family's rules?"

"Brother, I remember."

"Recite them."

"If you can win, fight. If you can't win, run."

"Exactly! You need to be flexible. Look at the coordination between me and your brother just now. It was seamless, impenetrable." The Old Man walked over, carrying the giant crossbow, and said proudly, "Even a Lesser Grandmaster, we could take them down."

"My brain is slow, I can't learn that," Little Fatty said honestly.

The Old Man sighed, patted Little Fatty's head, and said, "That's true."

Then, he disdainfully wiped the hand that had touched Little Fatty's head on Little Fatty's clothes and said irritably, "You need to wash your hair too. Your hair is greasier than the roasted meat I just ate."

"Hehehe, I'll wash after Big Brother washes. I'll wash after Big Brother is done," Little Fatty said with a chuckle.

"You simpleton!"

The Old Man cursed.

The Phoenix, who had just killed Wufeng, walked over, her gaze playfully sweeping over Tang Fei and the Old Man, and even Little Fatty, who was sitting on the ground.

Indeed, on Old Earth, there wasn't a single good person.

"Sister Phoenix..." Little Fatty stepped forward to greet her.

The Old Man tugged at Little Fatty's arm and asked, "Are you full?"

Little Fatty felt himself carefully and said, "About eighty percent full."

"Let's go, the two of us will go eat. We need to be full to have the strength to fight."

"We still have to fight?" Little Fatty was greatly alarmed.

He didn't like to be disturbed while eating; it broke his smooth, flowing rhythm.

"What if others come to fight us? Better to be prepared," the Old Man said.

Little Fatty thought it made sense. Since he was idle anyway, he might as well go eat something.

The Phoenix stared into Tang Fei's eyes and said softly, "Mr. Tang Fei, aren't you going to give me an explanation?"

(Ps: I heard everyone has magic today, and every monthly ticket thrown to Old Liu will become two...)