Gamers Are Fierce - Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Anesthesia

This eight-limbed state was very suitable for clearing out this place. By activating the Illusion of the Cat’s Eye and swinging the limbs, the unlucky and weaker ghosts were killed instantly.

The temple courtyard was cleared out. Li Ang turned around and discovered that the battle was not going well.

The sturdiness of the mandrill’s body was equivalent to that of a Dutch Woltman PDS 3000 super heavy-duty pile driver. It looked big and clumsy, but its limbs were actually very agile and quick.

The thick indestructible Vajrasaki would cause great destruction every time it swung down.

Xing Hechou and Hui Bing could only flee in a panic, as they had trouble finding opportunities to strike back.

What’s worse, the mandrill possessed an impermeable violet-gold robe capable of weakening an attack to a huge degree. After discovering how dangerous Liu Wudai’s bow and arrow were, the demon shamelessly removed the robe and haphazardly wrapped it around its head and the left side of its torso. Only its four thick-skinned limbs were exposed.

Its shamelessness and fear of death were undoubtedly the biggest among all demons.

“Die, die, die! Go to hell!”

The robe was covering its mouth, so the mandrill’s roar was indistinguishable. Like a whack-a-mole game, it lifted the Vajrasaki high in the air and aimed at the team. Then, it slammed the Vajrasaki downward toward the ground without using any techniques.

Stone shattered into dust at the impact and the entire Hall of Great Strength sank down.

Xing Hechou and Hui Bing escaped the Hall of Great Strength, luring the mandrill toward the place where the land mines were planted in the temple.

Thick-skinned and filled with demonic power, the mandrill ignored the anti-infantry Claymores. Everywhere it went, footsteps were left behind on the ground. Land mines exploded but they only managed to scrape a layer of flesh from its sole.

Inhale… Exhale…

The black demonic aura that was expelled from the mandrill’s nostrils curled under its foot, healing the soles completely.

One land mine, two land mines, three land mines.

Xing Hechou continued to flee. While experiencing the dangerous threat of the Vajrasaki, he silently counted the number of land mines that had exploded.

The giant ape stepped on another land mine. A boom was heard before flesh blood sprouted from its soles. The flesh there had been fried.

“You can’t hurt me.”

The mandrill lifted its feet slightly and watched as the metal shards were slowly squeezed out by the muscles. Although its ugly face was covered by the robe, its eyes shone with immense cruelty and violence. “Die!”

Xing Hechou rolled on the ground to prevent being squashed by the Vajrasaki and shouted to Hui Bing, who was standing some distance away, “Don’t panic! Its demonic power is dwindling, for it must have used its demonic aura to heal its body. Let’s continue to stall.”

The mandrill bared its teeth, its expression turning ugly. Its demonic aura had indeed almost been used up. Under normal circumstances, it would have used the alms bowl to collect and condense the moonlight so it could drink it and restore its demonic aura.

However, the enemy would evidently not allow him to slowly heal.

Damn it. If only Daoist Priest Red Belly is here…

The giant ape stopped attacking. Seizing this opportunity, Hanging Sword for Ten Thousand Miles grasped a three-foot-long sword, ran up a few steps before sprinting, and leaped between the mandrill’s legs. Then, he repeatedly slashed at the base of its thighs.

Have you ever seen someone chopping meat before? Hanging Sword for Ten Thousand Miles’ actions mimicked that motion…

The curly black fur fell as though a hairdresser was giving someone a haircut. Blood spurted and pieces of flesh flew. The mandrill paled terribly under the relentless, merciless attacks and screamed.

“Roar…”

Xing Hechou and Hui Bing seized this hard-to-come-by opportunity. Acting like pedicurists, they madly hammered the mandrill’s toes. On the other hand, Liu Wudai aimed at the mandrill and started continuously shooting.

Not caring about rules or morals, they were attacking mercilessly…

Hanging Sword for Ten Thousand Miles, who was frantically slashing, looked back at Li Ang and hollered, “Have you seen enough? Can you come over and help us out?”

“Coming.”

[Glandular Organ Stimulation- Adrenal Gland] was activated.

Li Ang sensed his blood pressure rising exponentially. His eyes became bloodshot, his heart pounded so hard that it seemed about to burst, and his veins contracted and expanded without any rhythm.

Time slowed down.

The only sound was his own breathing.

Despite experimenting with the Adrenaline Activation Skill numerous times, the discomfort and dizziness he felt made him feel incredibly nauseous.

Fortunately, when adrenaline spread throughout his body, his exhausted body was filled with energy again and spiritual power started to flow through it once more.

Even Chai Cuiqiao, who had possessed Li Ang’s body, felt spiritual power rushing through her spirit body. She waved her spider claws and charged over at the mandrill.

At a short distance away, Li Ang heaved the self-made AK-47 rifle and aimed at the mandrill’s lumbar spine. After using the Adrenaline Activation Skill, the world seemed to move in slow motion. His hands, which were usually shaky, started shooting steadily like machines.

One 7.62 mm bullet would naturally be unable to pierce the mandrill’s demonic-power-enforced fur. However, upon continuous shooting, the bullets started to pierce the layer of fur and get embedded into the flesh.

After discovering that the ordinary 7.62 mm bullets of Kalashnikov rifles could not harm inhuman organisms much, Li Ang had built a custom batch of dum-dum bullets by shaving the heads of ordinary bullets into sharp points and exposing their cores. After hitting the target, they would splinter, thus increasing their damage range.

In addition, Li Ang also possessed some mineral toxins. He cast them on the surface of the bullets to increase the damage caused significantly.

“Ahhh! All of you, die!”

The eyes of the mandrill, which had been sufficiently tortured, turned bloodshot from rage. Its muscled, veiny arm clenched tightly on the Vajrasaki, aiming at Xing Hechou and Hui Bing and successfully forcing them to move back. Its whip-like tail swung and slashed at Hanging Sword for Ten Thousand Miles’ waist. Hanging Sword for Ten Thousand Miles spat out blood and flew backward, falling face-first into the rubble pile.

“Die!”

The mandrill ground its teeth, lifted both its arms, and slashed the Vajrasaki down toward Liu Wudai in the distance.

This happened lightning-fast. Liu Wudai hurriedly evaded it by leaping and jumping to escape the pointed tip of the Vajrasaki. However, the crushed stones formed by the impact hit her shoulders, causing her to fall to the ground.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

The mandrill roared ferociously. Its hands dropped down, searched for a while, and grabbed hold of a huge wooden pillar from the Hall of Great Strength. Then, it turned around and moved it horizontally toward Li Ang as though it had eyes on the back of its head.

“Retreat!”

Meanwhile, the wind howled. Li Ang remained calm as he controlled his eight spider claws to hold onto the ground. Bending into an arc, he leaped like a tightly-wound spring and avoided the attack.

“Up!”

Li Ang hollered and jumped high into the sky.

Under the moonlight, the human-shaped spider slowly and elegantly leaped above the mandrill’s head. Upon landing on the ground again, the eight spider legs nimbly dipped down slightly, erasing any force of impact.

Li Ang, who once again was behind the mandrill, continued to shoot with the rifle. Simultaneously, he used one hand to take out a handmade hunting tranquilizer and a dozen anesthesia syringes.