Sensing the commotion far in the distance, Kuai Hongji tapped his knee lightly with his fingers, seemingly calculating something.
Lin Yi also looked curiously toward the source of the tremendous commotion. He had watched all of Kuai Hongji's preparations, which amounted to nothing more than tampering with some vegetation to expose some streetlamp poles covered by the overgrowth.
But he had not seen the Red-Painted Number left on the streetlamp poles, nor had he sensed anything wrong with their appearance.
Mountain Man now swung that streetlamp pole with all the valor Lü Bu had possessed in life.
However, the expressions on the Fanatics' faces seemed very strange, as though they felt not only fear, but also... disgust.
It really was as though the streetlamp pole Mountain Man was swinging... had been soaking in a cesspit.
Mountain Man had entered full combat mode. The indicators on his exoskeleton armor began flashing red, and the pent-up emotions that had been ruthlessly suppressed were completely scattered. He spun the streetlamp pole in flourishes, and gusts of tangible gang wind formed a field around him, forcing the Fanatics to retreat.
Occasionally, a Fanatic failed to dodge in time. After being struck by the streetlamp pole, parts of their body convulsed violently and began emitting smoke, as though their flesh had been corroded.
They decisively discarded the damaged parts of themselves, then retreated with extreme wariness.
"Hahahaha..." Mountain Man fought with ever-growing ferocity, charging about with the streetlamp pole. Yet after he had covered some distance, cracks began appearing along the pole.
Mountain Man noticed the problem. His eyes grew grave, and he hurriedly fell back.
"Don't let him get away!" the Fanatics roared.
"Useless trash!" Over in the Barren Land, several Fanatics who appeared to wield some authority cursed. After smearing all the solidified