Qin Ze wanted to laugh.
So you think impersonating someone else is polite?
When the woman saw the shadowy man behind the window, she became agitated.
"My lord, save me!"
Bang--
Qin Ze kicked the woman away.
"It's so noisy."
Then, Qin Ze said to the fake Troupe Leader, "You people deserve to die for swindling people under the guise of our Circus."
The fake Troupe Leader scoffed, "Whether you're real or fake is irrelevant to me."
"Because now, I've found a thigh thicker than the Circus."
As soon as he finished speaking, the fake Troupe Leader leaped out of the window, unleashing the aura of Peak Level Six Martial Artist.
You've come at the perfect time.
I urgently need a batch of nutrients.
"The Lord will remember your contributions."
boom--
In mid-air, the fake Troupe Leader steadied himself and delivered a powerful punch straight to Qin Ze's face.
Qin Ze stood still, without moving an inch.
The fake Troupe Leader sneered inwardly, thinking that the other party was intimidated by his killing intent and aura.
However, the imagined scene of Qin Ze's head exploding like a watermelon did not occur.
A huge black figure descended from the sky, blocking Qin Ze's path just in time.
It was a humanoid monster several meters tall with dozens of arms and legs.
The distance was too close; the fake Troupe Leader couldn't brake in time, and his fist slammed solidly into the opponent's chest.
With a muffled thud, he felt as if his punch had landed on a steel plate.
The humanoid monster remained motionless, yet the mouth of his hand was numb from the shock.
The immense force traveled rapidly upwards along his arm, sending him flying.
The fake regimental Troupe Leader slid back more than ten meters on the ground before he regained his balance and stopped.
Looking at the Brother Devour after its Beast Transformation, the fake Troupe Leader's face became somewhat solemn.
"Another gifted individual."
"No, this aura..."
"It's a strange beast!"
Having descended into the Abyss, he was intimately familiar with the scent of strange beasts.
"You guys are a bunch of lunatics."
"It even dares to directly devour and absorb unpurified Soul Orb."
The fake Troupe Leader slowly straightened up.
Qin Ze stepped out from behind Brother Devour: "Madman? Thank you for the compliment."
After a moment of silence, the fake Troupe Leader's lips suddenly curled up.
I've discovered that we're actually the same kind of people.
"Any means necessary can be used to gain immense power."
"If that's the case, why don't we join forces?"
Qin Ze said indifferently, "You think you're worthy?"
The clones behind him burst into laughter upon hearing this.
"What a bunch of rotten garlic, trying to team up with us."
"I suggest you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror first."
"He's dreaming. Who's going to wake him up? Those with diabetes, stay behind. Don't let him get away with this."
"..."
Despite being ridiculed by his clones, the fake Troupe Leader remained unperturbed.
He looked at the Brother Devour after its Beast Transformation and said, "The power of mutated beasts is nothing but child's play."
"Join me, serve my Lord, and you will receive more than..."
"The power of the gods."
Qin Ze raised his little finger and picked at his ear. "How come gods are like rotten cabbages now, they're everywhere?"
He'd heard that so many times he was sick of it.
In that Otherworld, the Spirit of Eternal Life had told him this countless times.
The fake Troupe Leader explained, "Our lord is a true god; what's wrong with him gaining divine power?"
Qin Ze asked, "So, have you gained divine power yet?"
The fake Troupe Leader's smile froze instantly.
Seeing this, the Heavenly Dharma King said, "You're really hitting a nerve! Your words have struck a nerve."
"Those who claim to be both 'God' and 'Lord' are more numerous than rats in a sewer."
The fake Troupe Leader flew into a rage. "Insolence! How dare you insult my lord!"
Seeing that the attempt to recruit him had failed, he unleashed his inner energy once more and charged towards the nearest Brother Devour.
"I had intended to bestow upon you a great opportunity, but you have chosen your own path to death!"
Brother Devour unleashed thousands of punches per second, forming an impenetrable "wall of fists."
The fake Troupe Leader could not find any flaws and could not break through the blockade, so he could only retreat repeatedly.
Boom--
A thunderclap seemed to explode in the night sky.
The fake Troupe Leader looked up, and a bolt of lightning struck him down.
He tried to dodge to the side, but found that all his dodge routes were blocked by Brother Devour's punches.
He now has only two choices.
Either get smashed into a meat pie by Brother Devour.
Either you'll be electrocuted into a Muggle by the Dharma King.
The fake Troupe Leader gritted his teeth.
The qi and blood are released outwards, forming a faint, blood-red film on the body's surface.
Immediately, he shouted.
Neither to the left nor to the right.
Instead, it launched a fierce attack directly at the Brother Devour in front of it.
"That's interesting."
Brother Devour muttered to himself as he faced the opponent's attacks.
The Dharma King's lightning deals splash damage.
In other words, as long as the opponent is close enough, the Brother Devour will also take damage.
"The idea is correct."
"But you're seriously underestimating the tankiness of the Circus's number one shield!"
The Brother Devour's blood and energy surged, and his body swelled up again.
At the same time, he grabbed the fake Troupe Leader with several arms.
He pulled her into his arms and gave her a close, affectionate kiss.
The two sides were too close, and the fake Troupe Leader had no way to dodge, so he could only let the other side hug him.
Before he could react, lightning struck.
The dazzling lightning Brother Devour and the fake Troupe Leader simultaneously.
The blood-red membrane surrounding the fake Troupe Leader instantly disintegrated.
A powerful electric current surged through every vein and bone in his body.
Even the Qi Sea (CV6) was temporarily paralyzed, locking in Qi and blood.
The Brother Devour opened its blood-red maw and bit into the fake Troupe Leader's right shoulder, the excruciating pain instantly bringing him back to his senses.
"What monster!"
His eyes were filled with horror.
He caught such a powerful lightning strike on his head and was completely unharmed.
Bang bang bang bang--
The air swirled rapidly around the fake Troupe Leader, like sharp knives, severing all the arms that Devourer Brother Devour to restrain him.
Even so, he still couldn't break free from his restraints.
His entire right arm and most of his body were still inside Brother Devour's mouth.
If he doesn't break free, he'll be completely devoured!
The fake Troupe Leader's gaze sharpened, and he slammed his left hand heavily into the right shoulder, severing the part from the Brother Devour's mouth, before quickly retreating to create distance.
He was breathing heavily, no longer daring to let his guard down.
His opponent was only level five, yet he felt a sense of pressure comparable to that of Advanced Martial Artist.
"Tsk tsk tsk! Peak level six is really tough."
Qin Ze, who was watching the scene from a short distance away, clicked his tongue in amazement.
At this moment, a circular notch appeared on the right shoulder of the fake Troupe Leader.
Through the gap, you can even see the beating heart inside the chest cavity.
If it were Low-Level Martial Artist, they would already be lying on the ground by now.
Boom--
The Dharma King unleashed another bolt of lightning to finish off the opponent, giving them no chance to catch their breath.
This time, without Brother Devour's blockade, the fake Troupe Leader easily dodged.
After landing, several black shadows split off beneath his feet.
The shadow moved faster than lightning, crawling onto the woman and the other three Intermediate Martial Artist.
Qin Ze narrowed his eyes.
This was exactly the same shadowy figure he had seen outside the bar.
Amidst the screams of the men, the dark figure devoured their entrails in an instant and swiftly returned to the feet of the fake Troupe Leader.
The moment the shadowy figure returned, the gaping hole in the fake Troupe Leader's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.