Giving People a Damn Sense of Security!

Tang Fei dealt with the Clown, Phoenix dealt with the Snake Woman, and the Old Man finished off Shan He.

Only Little Fatty was still fighting for his life against Flying Dagger.

As his name suggested, Flying Dagger excelled at using knives, specifically nine flying daggers.

He was like a magician, the nine flying daggers constantly attacking Little Fatty under his control, slashing, hacking, stabbing, and slicing, attacking from all sides, a whirlwind in the air.

Little Fatty swung an iron hammer used for smashing rocks, putting all his strength into it, defending his entire body so tightly that no air could get through. Yet, he still couldn't break through Flying Dagger's assault.

It was easy to imagine that in the near future, when Little Fatty was exhausted and his defenses showed a weak spot, Flying Dagger would be able to cleanly harvest Little Fatty's life.

Tang Fei worried about Little Fatty's safety and wanted to go help, but the Old Man grabbed him back.

"What are you doing?" Tang Fei glared at the Old Man indignantly and said, "If I don't step in soon, Little Fatty will be turned into sashimi."

"Is that so?" The Old Man looked expectant and said, "This kid is so fair and tender."

"..."

Did you hear that?

"Little Fatty isn't a match for him," Phoenix also walked over, saying with a worried expression.

She genuinely cared about Little Fatty, feeling that he was sincere and kind to her.

Tang Fei was her partner, and as for the Old Man...

She always felt a faint hostility from the Old Man, as if he were hiding something.

Of course, she couldn't be sure if her feeling was correct.

Perhaps the Old Man just thought Tang Fei had brought back a freeloader?

Since they had gone out with Tang Fei today and brought back many prey, the Old Man's attitude towards her had indeed improved a lot.

"Hehehe," the Old Man let out his signature laugh and said, "I have the opposite opinion of you two. I bet Little Fatty will win."

"Can you bet on something like this?" Tang Fei said irritably. "If you lose the bet, Little Fatty could lose his life."

"Why can't I bet on this?" the Old Man said with a cheeky grin. "You guys care about Little Fatty, so I don't? If Little Fatty is gone, who will break rocks for me in the future?"

"Oh, your concerns are quite unique," Tang Fei said sarcastically.

"Alright, alright, I know you care about him. You just stay nearby and help him keep an eye out. If you see him in danger, step in and lend a hand," the Old Man waved his hand impatiently. "I'll stick to my opinion, Little Fatty will win. Don't let that kid's knife skills fool you, it's just a matter of Little Fatty hitting him with one hammer."

Seeing the Old Man's persistence, Tang Fei didn't say anything more.

Tang Fei knew the Old Man was unreliable in small matters, but he would never be careless in important ones.

Little Fatty was also raised by him. In such a scarce material environment, he had managed to raise Little Fatty to be plump and fair. Tang Fei didn't believe he hadn't secretly slipped him snacks.

Since the Old Man thought Little Fatty could win, he must have his reasons.

However, Tang Fei was ultimately not as carefree as the Old Man. His palm was always holding a dagger. If he sensed the situation was wrong, he would rush forward to save him or kill someone.

Phoenix was very worried about Little Fatty, but seeing Tang Fei compromise, she had even less standing to say anything more.

After all, she was still an outsider.

However, like Tang Fei, she secretly gripped the Phoenix Whip in her palm, her eyes fixed on the battle unfolding before them.

If she sensed Little Fatty was in danger, she would use the Phoenix Whip to "scoop" him over.

"What realm is Little Fatty in?" Phoenix asked.

If he had also entered the Qi Control Realm like Tang Fei, she wouldn't have to worry so much.

"Little Fatty has no realm," Tang Fei said.

Phoenix was stunned and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Little Fatty hasn't started cultivating yet, he's not even in the Body Tempering realm," Tang Fei explained.

"How is that possible?" Phoenix was greatly surprised.

She remembered the first time she saw Little Fatty, how he swung a hammer taller than himself to smash rocks, how with a little effort he could lift the escape pod weighing several tons, how he carried a tree trunk to chase after the Gray Robe figures...

And now he was fighting evenly with a top assassin from New Star, and you're telling me he hasn't started cultivating yet?

"Yes," the Old Man chuckled foolishly, staring at Little Fatty on the field as if he were a peerless treasure. "Little Fatty's comprehension is poor, he's never been able to sense the existence of Yin Yang Qi. So, he's not even in the Body Tempering realm yet."

"Little Fatty's comprehension is poor... you don't have to be this happy about it, do you?" Tang Fei said irritably.

"Have you ever thought about it?" The Old Man turned to look at Tang Fei and said, "If one day Little Fatty can sense Yin Yang Qi and become a true cultivator... wouldn't that be terrifying?"

"What's so terrifying about that? I think it's fine this way. Little Fatty has cried countless times because he can't sense Yin Yang Qi and become a cultivator."

"I mean his strength would be terrifying," the Old Man rolled his eyes and said impatiently. "Think about it, Little Fatty has immense strength since birth. He can already fight like this and take hits even without sensing Yin Yang Qi. When he starts cultivating in the future, how powerful will he become?"

Tang Fei thought for a moment and said, "What if he never senses Yin Yang Qi? Or what if his sensing speed is too slow, and he only senses it when he's sixty or seventy years old? What use would that be then?"

"You brat, are you deliberately arguing with me? How can someone sense Yin Yang Qi at sixty or seventy? Is he an idiot?"

"Many people never sense it in their entire lives, what's impossible about that?" Tang Fei retorted. "Besides, if it's Little Fatty... do you think that possibility doesn't exist?"

The Old Man sighed deeply.

Clearly, Tang Fei's words had struck a chord with him.

He also worried that Little Fatty would never be able to sense Yin Yang Qi, or that he would sense it too late.

He had just sensed Yin Qi and had arrived in the underworld.

While the few people were chatting, the battle on the field had entered a white-hot stage.

Little Fatty wasn't too affected, after all, he was swinging his hammer with all his might to block the pervasive nine flying daggers.

The Flying Dagger, however, grew more nervous and uncertain the longer the fight went on.

Unlike Little Fatty, who was struggling to cope, he had controlled the initiative of the battle from the very beginning.

He knew his opponent was just a little fatty with brute strength. Once he exhausted Little Fatty's strength with his flying daggers, he could easily slit his throat.

Victory was his, it was only a matter of time.

But as he fought, he realized something was wrong.

They had an audience.

And the audience was growing, with Tang Fei, Phoenix, and the Old Man all arriving.

He was an assassin, and each of them had an opponent.

Their appearance now was self-evident.

The situation was critical; even if he dealt with this little fatty, how could he face the obstruction of the others?

He couldn't delay any longer; he had to deal with the fatty in front of him first.

With a sneer, he looked at Little Fatty and said mockingly, "Little fatty, stop struggling. The more you struggle, the more tired you get."

"I know you're giving it your all. Are you out of strength? Can't lift your hammer anymore? Give up, you'll feel better if you give up."

"Don't worry, my blade is so fast you won't even feel the pain."

As he spoke, he increased his attack speed, controlling the nine flying daggers to force Little Fatty to retreat repeatedly.

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Tang Fei's eyes were as cold as ice, and he said sternly, "I'm going to cut out his tongue later."

He wouldn't allow anyone to bully Little Fatty. He would rather be bullied himself than see Little Fatty bullied.

Little Fatty was indeed very tired.

He was panting, sweat pouring down like rain, and the iron hammer in his hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. Every swing required all his strength.

But when would it end?

Sweat dripped down his forehead, blurring his vision. He couldn't even wipe it away with his hand, because he knew that even the slightest mistake would allow the nine flying daggers to find an opening and turn him into a hedgehog.

Little Fatty liked to eat hedgehogs, but he didn't want to become one himself.

Little Fatty's movements became noticeably sluggish. As he swung his hammer to smash away two flying daggers above his head, the hammer slipped from his grasp.

"An opportunity!"

Flying Dagger's eyes lit up. He grabbed a flying dagger, lowered his body, and swooped down, slashing towards Little Fatty's neck.

Other areas were too thick with flesh, and his flying daggers were too short to penetrate.

Close!

He could already smell Little Fatty's sweat and even feel his heartbeat and breathing.

"Now."

Flying Dagger knew he had it. His dagger was about to touch Little Fatty's skin.

Bang!

Suddenly, his body arched like a shrimp and then flew high into the air.

"Huh?"

He saw Little Fatty getting smaller and smaller, and himself getting farther and farther away from Little Fatty.

Only then did he feel a sharp pain in his chest.

Thump!

His body fell heavily to the ground. As he tried to get up, he saw a behemoth descending from the sky.

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking came from Flying Dagger's body.

Little Fatty, worried that Flying Dagger wouldn't die, swung his massive fist and smashed it wildly at his head.

Bang bang bang.

By the time Tang Fei ran over and pulled Little Fatty up, Flying Dagger was already dead, unrecognizable, his head swollen into a pig's head.

The Old Man ran over, checked his breathing, and said in exasperation, "Brat, why did you hit him so hard? I wanted to keep him alive to ask a few questions."

"I was afraid... afraid I wouldn't kill him," Little Fatty said breathlessly, looking sincere.

"You crushed all his bones, how could he not die? Forget it, forget it, he's dead now." The Old Man had originally wanted to ask if they had any teammates or supplies.

More importantly, what kind of transportation did so many of them use to come from New Star?

If he could get his hands on a flying saucer, that would be a massive profit.

Tang Fei then walked up to the Flying Dagger's corpse, pried open his mouth, and used his dagger to cut out his tongue.

The Phoenix watched from the side, her scalp tingling. This guy...

He always did what he said he would, giving people a damn sense of reliability.