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Pixiu, a peculiar creature among the divine beasts. It can't really be considered a true divine beast, as its parents are the Auspicious Beast Qilin, making it a genuine 'second-generation deity.' Although Pixiu hasn't inherited all of its parents' Auspiciousness, it still possesses some. However, Pixiu is often mocked by many divine beasts for being rather weak.
The only combat method Pixiu can rely on is limited, possibly just the ability to manifest its form, and even when Pixiu uses this ability, its only means of attack resembles a dogfight—just biting.
Does Pixiu lack skills? You are mistaken; it does have some, but perhaps its skill points were allocated incorrectly. It certainly has a talent for eating, possibly rivaled only by Gluttony.
I initially thought that Pixiu, no matter how weak, shouldn't lose to a mere mortal, especially not to a short one.
However, I seem to have overestimated Pixiu or underestimated that short individual; when I saw Pixiu again, I couldn't help but laugh unkindly. Logically, I shouldn't feel schadenfreude at seeing Pixiu captured, but I couldn't help it!
Have you ever seen a pig tied up during the New Year in the countryside? It's when the pig is bound and taken to the butcher, with its four legs tied together so it can't move. That’s exactly how Pixiu looks now—helpless and gazing at me with resentment.
I stifled my laughter with great effort and began to focus on the group of people in colorful suits before me.
Earlier, I had rushed out after receiving a distress signal from Pixiu. The dynasty had already taken that group of fairies, Sister, to the Underworld. They couldn't stay in the human realm for long either due to time constraints, so they left quickly. At the same time, I suddenly realized that things might not be so simple here, so I sent a support signal directly to Uncle Xing. However, support would take some time to arrive, so for now, I could only operate solo.
When I finally saw the opponents I was about to face, I was astonished for several seconds before reacting. I had never encountered any organized crime before; my understanding of it was limited to what I'd seen in media like Causeway Bay’s top dog Chen Haonan, and maybe some references to the American Mafia or Japanese Yamaguchi-gumi. But even with my limited knowledge of organized crime, I knew these individuals before me were likely not legitimate gangsters. After all, real gangsters wouldn't be this flamboyant!
If I had to describe this group in one word, it would be flamboyant! If I had to add another word, I'd call them show-offs!
Red, orange, yellow, green, purple! There were five people standing across from me, each wearing suits of different colors and looking at me with disdainful expressions while their hands rested in their pockets.
I instinctively shrank my neck and suddenly recalled a line from a song: "Wearing the flashiest shirt feels quite emotional; if someone comes to take photos, remember to put your hands in your pockets."
Indeed! How arrogant! Are you scared? Because I'm not.
Earlier, I had disguised myself as a non-mainstream character to blend in as 'Drunken Hero,' but in front of these five individuals, my previous outfit hardly qualified as non-mainstream—it seemed utterly pathetic!
"Finally arrived," said the one in the Yellow Suit from the Non-Mainstream Five. From their voice, I couldn't tell whether they were male or female; they sounded just like the eunuch I'd previously locked in a cage.
"Are you the last Bss?" I asked casually. In reality, I felt completely unprepared; all my Flying Swords were lost and my Taiji Diagram had already been used. Fortunately, the samurai's Wakizashi that I'd defeated earlier had become my trophy.
One hand held the Wakizashi horizontally in front of me, while the other grasped the Wakizashi tightly.
"Damn it, why do I always feel like I'm rushing through a dungeon? The BSS in front has already dropped the gear, and I'm just picking up the equipment to fight the big BSS."
"You're quite a character, aren't you?" The only woman in the Five-Man Group was dressed in a Green Suit. She wore heavy makeup, smoky eyes that made her look like she hadn't slept after a night of playing Mahjong.
"Not only is she a character, but I bet she also has a nice scent." The short guy in the Red Suit stuck out his tongue and greedily licked his lips, looking as sleazy as ever.
"Damn it, are you messing with me? Do you dare to send me to a mental hospital? These people in front of me must be lifetime VIP users of one!"
"Shall we go together?" The one in the Purple Suit was the most attractive in the Five-Man Group, resembling one of those recently popular Korean oppas. However, the man I admired was more like Uncle Xing! Of course, if he looked exactly like Uncle Xing, that would be a different story; after all, having a good brain is important, and I hope to have plenty of that.
"Of course," replied the one in the Orange Suit. He was the most muscular among the five, his muscles straining against his suit as if it would rip apart with any sudden movement.
Only the one in the Yellow Suit remained still because he was still holding onto a Pixiu that had been tied up like a pig.
As soon as Orange Suit finished speaking, the other four charged at me.
In my past experiences with fights, especially when outnumbered, if you can run, you should run. If you can't escape, then you must not show weakness; just act fiercer than those trying to hit you.
Moreover, these people were unarmed! At least I still had a Wakizashi; what was there to be afraid of?
The Wakizashi swung down fiercely while I turned it upside down to guard my chest.
After all, there was a significant difference in length between the two blades, so I used the Wakizashi as my backup weapon.
The Wakizashi transformed into a cold light as it slashed toward the colorful suits. The Red Suit acted decisively; he pushed Purple Suit aside to use him as a shield against my blade. Purple Suit seemed accustomed to this and didn't struggle at all; he simply used his shoulder to block my knife. Strangely enough, even though I felt the blade tearing through flesh, Purple Suit didn't bleed a single drop.
What on earth is this monster? It doesn't fear being cut!
The Wakizashi was caught in the hands of Purple Suit, and for a moment, I couldn't retrieve the blade. At that moment, the other three had already circled around Purple Suit and charged towards me.
Without hesitation, I loosened my grip on the Wakizashi, turned around, and kicked the nearest Red Suit away. I then used the Wakizashi to push back Orange Suit and Green Suit.
Orange Suit and Green Suit avoided the edge of the Wakizashi. Clearly, they were different from Purple Suit; at least they still feared a kitchen knife.
If I had a Flying Sword by my side right now, I wouldn't be afraid of these people. However, close combat is my weakest area. I reached for my Seed Bag, intending to pull out a few Fire Talismans, but when I extended my hand, I found it empty. Recently, I had been using up Fire Talismans without taking the time to draw more.
Damn it, I've run out of Fire Talismans. What do I have left as a trump card?
My strongest skill should still be Eight Treasures Mystique, but in the early stages, Eight Treasures Mystique is not really used as a combat method. Only Samadhi Fire can intimidate others. Unfortunately, without Fire Talismans, I can't use Samadhi Fire either.
Purple Suit had already pulled the Wakizashi from his shoulder and turned the blade around to hold it in his hand.
The four suits weren't in a hurry; after attacking once, they stopped and stood still, looking at me with malicious intent.
A young lion doesn't immediately eat its weak prey after catching it; instead, it toys with its prey before feasting. These four seemed to have the same plan.
It was my first time being toyed with as prey, but there was nothing I could do since I couldn't fight them off.
I had already asked Uncle Xing for support. I estimated that Red Boy would most likely come; his speed wasn't slow. My only hope now was to wait for Red Boy to arrive.
I regretted being too impulsive earlier; now I was in trouble.
"Little brother, how about a one-on-one with your sister?" Green Suit raised her hand to her mouth and lightly bit her nails.
If Shaoming or Boss Lady Ah Wan from Red Bean Affection did this action, it would be flirtatious. If Lin Miaomiao did it, she would seem like a pure girl. If Wang Ni did it, she would probably punch you.
In any case, Green Suit's action was quite off-putting.
Although Green Suit was the only female among them, her voice was very rough. Coupled with her heavy makeup and dark circles under her eyes, she didn't have an appealing face.
Have you ever seen a large pancake with two fried black eggs on top? It's about that unappetizing!
"Ugh," I gagged, forcing the alcohol I had previously drunk with Shaoming back down my throat.
Green Suit immediately became furious: "What? Do you look down on me?"
"How could I? I'm too scared to look at you."
Too ugly.
"Zhi!!!!" Green Suit's expression changed, and he lunged at me like a madman.
His hands transformed into claw-like shapes, and sharp claws extended from his fingertips!
I knew he was no ordinary person, but were these people demons or Evil Cultivators? If they were demons, that would be fine; after all, it seemed that demons generally couldn't compare to Uncle Xing. But Evil Cultivators were different—who knew how many years they had cultivated?
I was about to raise my knife to confront Green Suit, but before he could reach me, a sharp shout forced him back.
"Pu!!!" Green Suit was knocked back a few steps by that shout and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Beast, how dare you!" A graceful figure landed beside me.
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