Why are you hitting me? I'm one of our own!
"Ah?"
"Hey you, you've already forgotten about the big sword I treated you to last night? Trying to get it for free?"
"Sorry, let's join forces."
After confirming that they knew each other, they stood back to back, cautiously glancing around.
Soon, they found one that was alone.
Just as they were about to launch their attack, the man suddenly gave them a French military salute.
"Bean sack!"
"I'm one of you."
Looking at the person in front of them, who was also wearing an elephant mask, the two were momentarily at a loss for words.
Stop dawdling.
"Our three swords unite as one."
"I'm treating tomorrow night!"
Without saying a word, he forced his way into the two-person team.
Upon hearing that the other party would treat them to dinner that evening, they lowered their guard slightly.
Puff puff --
Suddenly, two daggers were plunged into their waists.
The two men clutched their backs and collapsed to the ground, in disbelief.
"You..."
The imposter clone grinned and said, "Sorry, if I had a choice, I'd like to be a good person."
The two unfortunate men suddenly went black, their eyes closing forever in despair.
The same scene played out in different parts of the courtyard.
The members of the False Circus were repeatedly and fatally betrayed by Laoliu.
The clones have Local Area Network, making it easy to distinguish friend from foe.
However, the False Circus members did not have Local Area Network.
In addition, everyone present was wearing an elephant mask.
In their eyes, everyone was a friendly force.
Then, a dramatic scene unfolded.
Before the fight even started, both sides had to identify themselves by introducing themselves.
The alter ego of the person who was originally just having fun started playing a double agent game with the other party.
Finally, they even set standards for the MVP of this night raid.
Whoever can hide until the very end and become the one who kills the most people through Laoliu's schemes will be the MVP.
They managed to turn an ordinary fishing pond game into something extraordinary.
"Another six dead! MVP is well-deserved!"
"Damn it! I already told you I was there when you got your feet washed last time, how did you find out?"
"Is it possible that there were only two people when you got your feet washed last time?"
"I can lie there and people will talk about me for a lifetime, but I'm happy to!"
"..."
The multiple clones were putting on a show while exchanging tips and experiences on the Local Area Network, having a great time.
Qin Ze smirked. "Let's finish this quickly. Wang Biao and the others should be here soon."
Upon hearing this, the clones unleashed their full power.
The False Circus members fell down in rows, like wheat.
"Take off all the masks on your faces!"
A man's voice suddenly boomed in the courtyard.
Upon hearing such a familiar voice, the members of the False Circus were taken aback.
Immediately afterwards, they reflexively removed their masks.
On the battlefield, friend and foe were instantly distinguishable.
The two, who were fighting to the death just a moment ago, even putting in the effort to beat Old Wang, are now surprised to find that they are actually in cahoots.
An awkward atmosphere gradually spread through the snow.
Bang--
Four figures descended from the sky and landed in the courtyard.
Three men and one woman, whose appearances, if not downright ugly, were certainly not conventionally attractive.
"How dare you!"
"How dare you cause trouble at our Northern Territory Circus!"
The Dharma King raised an eyebrow and said jokingly, "What? Is your Circus very famous?"
The woman crossed her arms and said coldly, "Go out and ask around. From Jiang City to Sea Capital, where isn't there a legend about our Circus?"
"During the recent beast tide in a hundred cities, if it weren't for our Circus stepping forward at the crucial moment, the Pan-Continent would have already fallen!"
"You ants, you've really got some nerve!"
Listening to the woman's passionate and enthusiastic praise of the Circus...
Even the most shameless beasts couldn't help but blush.
"I'm awesome."
"She has a rather pleasant way of speaking."
"If you can talk, then talk more. I don't mind."
"Damn it! We're always the ones who sacrifice Self-Destruct Squad for righteousness, so why isn't there any legend about us in the martial arts world?"
"..."
Seeing that the other party was completely silent, the woman assumed they were intimidated by the Circus's renowned reputation.
She snorted coldly and continued, "Our Troupe Leader's strength is almost godlike."
"With just one look from him, you'll all be dead."
Qin Ze touched his nose.
Goodness!
I didn't even know I was this strong.
Are you talking about me?
Qin Ze, now wearing the Troupe Leader's signature black and white mask, slowly walked out.
The woman frowned slightly.
Although Qin Ze's aura was restrained, there was no fluctuation of qi or blood in his body.
But she felt a strong sense of crisis.
If she were to fight him one-on-one, she would most likely die.
And who are you?
Qin Ze spread his hands. "So after all that you just said, you couldn't even recognize the person standing right in front of you?"
The clones burst into laughter.
The courtyard was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
The woman stood frozen in place.
She first glanced at the incredibly powerful, masked beasts, then looked at the distinguished Qin Ze, and her heart skipped a beat.
Did you really meet the right person?
Qin Ze said calmly, "Since you spoke quite nicely just now, I can allow you to choose a way to die that you like."
"Tell me, how do you want to die?"
The woman gritted her teeth. "A bunch of audacious and arrogant fools, daring to impersonate even our Troupe Leader -in-chief!"
Qin Ze snapped his fingers, "Give her a job."
Sizzle--
The Dharma King rose into the air, his body crackling with lightning.
A dazzling flash of lightning illuminated most of the yard.
Upon seeing this, the woman trembled all over. "A gifted ability user?!"
Her intuition told her that the person on the other end was very likely telling the truth.
With a wave of his hand, the Dharma King unleashed a powerful Thunderbolt attack.
The woman and the three men beside her attacked simultaneously.
In the blink of an eye, lightning struck overhead.
The group felt a tingling sensation throughout their bodies and instantly collapsed to the ground.
Qin Ze walked up to the women and asked, looking down at them, "Who's in charge here?"
They were all too weak.
The strongest among them is only at the peak of level four.
It couldn't even withstand a single blow from the Dharma King.
At this level, Wang Biao had no need to seek help from the Dew Duo.
When they parted ways in Jiang City, Wang Biao was already Level Five Martial Artist.
Now that several months have passed, their strength has certainly improved further.
He could take down these guys all by himself.
There must be someone in this False Circus that Wang Biao is wary of, but they won't be Advanced Martial Artist.
Otherwise, even if the Dew Duo arrives, it will be of no use.
Even between the peak of level six and Level Seven, there is an insurmountable gap.
The woman extended her right hand, her voice filled with fear.
"My lord... help... help me..."
Qin Ze raised an eyebrow upon seeing this; as expected, there was a hidden boss.
"Visiting the house late at night without invitation and making a mess of it."
That's extremely impolite.
Behind the open window on the third floor, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face was looking at Qin Ze and the others.