The enemy had already breached the ship's interior, and Leopard Head had no choice but to press on.
He swallowed hard, gripped the knife with both hands, twirled it a few times, and looked at Hupo who had rushed in.
Being stared at by such a large leopard, it would be a lie to say you weren't scared.
Although she was a cultivator, Hupo had little opportunity for real combat. While she knew she was getting stronger during her cultivation, she was somewhat confused about just how strong.
In her mind, lions and tigers were quite powerful beasts, especially since it was carrying two knives.
The knife looked very sharp, and as it twirled and slashed, it produced a whistling sound, which did sound quite intimidating.
I don't know if my layers of shields can withstand it.
To be honest, Hupo regretted it as soon as she rushed in. She had almost exhausted her Magic Power, and the protective spells on her body wouldn't last much longer.
She's arrived, but she seems to have run out of offensive options.
Leopard Head was in a dilemma.
This guy crashed into the spaceship, so theoretically he should be stronger than everyone else present, but look at his current state.
It's no exaggeration to say that this guy clearly has no combat experience at all; he's full of openings.
They don't even seem as good as a three-year-old in their tribe.
But the many layers of shields radiating different lights on her body did make Leopard Head a little nervous; who knew what these things were for?
The two looked at each other and slowly walked in one direction, circling the center of the spaceship.
Just as the two were staring at each other, the Kobolds had run to the corner earlier finally raised its head from the ground, stretched out a leg, and probed the Old Firewood that was huddled in a flowerpot, pretending to be a money tree.
The Old Firewood didn't move at all, as if it were a tree itself.
"What are you pretending for? Where would she get a money tree and a space helmet?!"
"What's wrong with an alien tree wearing a helmet?"
Old Firewood didn't move, but whispered something.
Because the spaceship's command module was shattered by Hupo, all the air inside rushed into space, so they weren't worried that Hupo could hear them.
Communication is only possible between the communication devices built into the spacesuits.
"While the leopard and she are locked in a stalemate, hurry and report."
The Kobolds glanced at the scene again and quickly said...
"Go if you want, I'm a tree."
Old Firewood was very steadfast, as if he were a tree himself.
"Damn it, I'm the commander of this ship, and you don't listen to my orders?"
The Kobolds was enraged, and just as it was about to bark at Old Firewood, a cold gaze fell upon it.
Looking back, Hupo had moved to face it directly, staring at it with a strange expression.
"What's that leopard doing? It keeps circling around... And that dog over there is so strange, why can it talk while standing up?"
The Kobolds immediately broke out in a cold sweat. It had just been about to attack, but under Hupo's gaze, it obediently lay down and even barked a few times.
"Tch, if you're really that brave, take off the collar around your neck. Don't pretend to be a pet through this."
Old Firewood chuckled, and the branches and leaves on its body swayed.
"Get out of here!"
The Kobolds glared at it, then crawled on all fours toward the communications pod beside it.
"Ha, take this!"
Just as Hupo was distracted by the dog crawling in a strange posture, the leopard opposite her seized the opportunity, crossed its two swords, raised them high, and the two sword lights, like moonlight, slashed towards Hupo.
"Ah! Don't come any closer!"
Hupo closed her eyes, a little scared.
"Heh heh, as expected, a greenhorn with no combat experience. He scared the crap out of me."
The leopard in mid-air was delighted, and the glint of its blade intensified.
This guy has his eyes closed, what tricks could he possibly have up his sleeve...?
Before Leopard Head could finish his thought, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach and was sent flying backward.
"W-what's going on..."
Leopard Head, who was sent flying and knocked over a lot of tables and chairs in the process, was a little dazed.
What just happened? It couldn't see it at all!
Enduring the pain in its chest, it looked up at Hupo, only to see her with her eyes closed, wildly swinging her fists in all directions.
This is clearly a common defense mechanism used by female animals when they are frightened.
Her punching speed and force were enough to make even Leopard Head was so far away, feel somewhat ashamed.
If it weren't for the fact that she only had two hands from the start, it would have really thought that what kind of monster was hidden in this afterimage of countless hands.
Hupo's fists were incredibly hard; whatever she swung her fists at would shatter into seven or eight pieces, nothing remaining intact in her hands.
Luckily, the leopard had armor, otherwise it would have been taken away by this guy too.
Is the "turtle fist" powerful? Yes, it is very powerful, especially when it is swung by a Qi Refining cultivator.
However, it also has a flaw, which is mainly that Hupo swung it with her eyes closed.
So the leopard, dragging its battered body that had been punched, groped its way forward from the ground, and once it got close, it delivered a sweeping kick to Hupo.
Losing her balance, Hupo cried out in surprise and fell straight backward.
Logically speaking, a cultivator like her shouldn't be affected by a fall at all, but unfortunately, her excessive tension threw her into a panic.
The shields on his body flickered a few times before extinguishing completely.
Hupo stumbled and opened her eyes. Looking at the ferocious leopard in front of her, she couldn't help but take a few steps back.
With her protective spells gone, she panicked.
Although the leopard wanted to rush forward and finish him off, the excruciating pain in his stomach was still affecting all the nerves in his body, and he was also afraid of taking another elbow strike.
That's too much to handle.
The situation became tense again for a moment.
However, at this moment, the Kobolds had already made contact with the Snail People. It needed to report the current situation quickly and wait for the Snail People to send people to rescue them. Otherwise, with the ship already in ruins, they wouldn't be able to make it back.
"This is reconnaissance ship 10086, requesting connection."
The communication device looks like a small mobile phone, except that it resembles a traditional brick phone. Besides communication, it has virtually no other functions.
Within seconds of the communication being sent, the giant warship where the Snail People were located responded.
"Reconnaissance vessel 10086, proceeding with identity verification."
The Kobolds were getting a little anxious. They needed to verify personal identities every time they communicated, in order to prevent impersonation.
He opened the opening in front of his spacesuit, then reached into his chest and rummaged around until he pulled out something that looked like a data cable, which he then plugged into the interface next to the communication station.
"Comparing... Bomb code wer1123 matches the character's identity."
"Verification in progress... The bomb is functioning normally and can be detonated at any time. There is no risk of disarming it..."
"Verifying... personal DNA matches the database, confirmation complete."
That's right, the Snail People don't even look at your personal iris or fingerprint verification, because these cannon fodder soldiers are completely unimportant.
There's only one thing that needs to be verified: whether the bomb on this guy is still there, and whether the bomb matches him.
This bomb is linked to an individual's life support system; it detonates automatically as soon as the person dies.
Even if someone is impersonating him, even if he can prevent the bomb from exploding, without this thing as verification, he simply cannot transmit intelligence.