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Shovel pushed Xiao Hui from behind and rushed forward, stabbing directly at its head with a dagger. The sound of metal ringing echoed, but it was ineffective.
"Is it invulnerable to blades?" I asked.
The Mud Man beside me replied, "I'm afraid so."
At that moment, everyone gathered around the Master, wanting to protect him.
Zongzi stood in a daze for a moment before turning and knocking Shovel to the ground. Shovel couldn't get up for a while. However, Zongzi seemed uninterested in him and continued advancing toward the Master.
The Master began to run, and the armored Zongzi chased after him.
Just then, an astonishing scene unfolded: the Master's arm seemed to dislocate at a joint, elongating as it grabbed Zongzi by the neck.
Just when everyone thought the Master's arm would snap, it surprisingly halted Zongzi's advance.
With a twist of his arm, Zongzi was unexpectedly brought down to the ground.
Fat Ma couldn't help but utter a single word: "Strong!" Then he muttered, "Go for it, old man."
I couldn't help but smile.
Zongzi quickly got back up and threw a punch at the Master. The Master couldn't dodge in time and was knocked backward.
At this moment, the people around also rushed in, trying to grab Zongzi and push him down with all their strength.
Zongzi forcefully shook them off; one hand grabbed a person's neck while the other hand exerted force, snapping that person's neck with a sickening crack. Blood sprayed out like a mist, and brain matter splattered everywhere.
It seemed to lick the taste of blood, then it directly began to gulp down from the headless corpse.
“Damn!” Fat Ma couldn't help but exclaim; this time he dared not cheer for the old man anymore.
At this rate, they would all be wiped out; it was too strong.
At that moment, Fat Ma could no longer stay put. He stepped forward and charged at Zongzi, and I no longer hesitated either; the Mud Man followed suit.
Fat Ma crashed into Zongzi like a human bomb, sending Zongzi tumbling. Fat Ma got up, brushed off the dust from his clothes, and cursed, “Let me show you the power of Fat Master!”
I stepped forward, wanting to deliver a stab, but was pulled back by Fat Ma. He took another leap, aiming to press the attack again.
However, things did not go as planned; Zongzi rolled over, and Fat Ma missed. A withered hand reached out toward Fat Ma's back.
Suddenly, a scream like that of a slaughtered pig echoed through the air.
“Old Sun, save me!”
At that moment, I sheathed my dagger and pulled out the Luoyang Shovel, using all my strength to strike it on Zongzi's head. The Mud Man also kicked in at that moment.
Fat Ma seized the opportunity and quickly scrambled to his feet. “Old Sun, good job!” he added, “That really hurt!”
I glanced at Fat Ma's back and saw that a chunk of flesh had been gouged out; fortunately, Fat Ma was thick-skinned; otherwise, it would have gone straight to the bone.
I dragged Fat Ma to the back while the Mud Man kept watch for now. The Shovel and Xiao Hui also got up.
Meanwhile, Zongzi showed no interest in fighting further; it seemed his only target was the old man.
Fat Ma's face turned pale from the pain as he took a drag from his cigarette. I pulled out some medicine and quickly helped him with the poison, then wrapped his wounds with a white cloth.
"Old man, I've been roaming the graveyards for decades, and this is the first time I've taken such a big hit," Fat Ma muttered.
I couldn't help but reply, "Stop bragging."
Earlier, I had injured my arm, and now it was throbbing painfully. The white bandage was soaked with blood, and I couldn't suppress a few coughs. Wiping my lips with my hand, I was shocked to find blood on it.
Hearing my coughs, Fat Ma asked, "Are you okay?"
I shook my head.
Fat Ma stood up, tossed away his cigarette butt, and said, "Old Sun, just watch. I have to get back at them." With that, he charged forward.
I called out from behind, "Fatty, don't overdo it!"
As soon as I finished speaking, a violent coughing fit hit me. I tried to hold it back, but it was impossible; I ended up spitting out blood.
"Damn," I cursed under my breath. Was this the aftereffect of when educated youth had gone to work in the fields?
I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and stood up. Looking ahead, I saw that they had been knocked down again, and there were more bodies on the ground.
I rushed forward, but my legs felt weak and unresponsive.
Summoning all my strength, I moved closer. At that moment, Mud Man crawled up from the ground and spat out blood.
We were no match for them; however, Zongzi seemed to grow fiercer with every passing moment.
The human bomb known as Fat Ma launched another attack, but his momentum was clearly lacking. Upon colliding, he was instead struck by Zongzi's punch.
Fat Ma realized he couldn't regain control of the situation and had no choice but to retreat.
Zongzi pressed forward towards the man, executing a fierce strike aimed at the heart. The blow landed squarely on the man's chest, yet surprisingly, he showed no signs of injury; his skin remained unscathed.
Only the outer layer of clothing was torn, revealing a small metallic object underneath.
The man retaliated with a counterattack, causing Zongzi to stagger back a few steps.
Zongzi charged forward again, tearing another piece from the man's clothing, gradually exposing more of the metallic object beneath.
It resembled armor. The man finally cast aside his reservations and ripped off his outer garments, revealing indeed that it was battle armor.
Moreover, it looked strikingly similar to the armor Zongzi wore, explaining why Zongzi had been searching for him.
The man delivered a powerful punch towards Zongzi, but this time Zongzi evaded it skillfully. He spun around and kicked the man, sending him crashing to the ground and sliding a short distance while spitting out blood.
Zongzi continued to press forward.
Fear began to creep into the man's demeanor. At that moment, Shovel and Xiao Hui rushed in to assist him, but they were quickly taken down by Zongzi.
Xiao Hui lost consciousness, while Shovel struggled on the ground, unable to rise.
The remaining individuals were either dead or severely injured, their fear palpable as they hesitated to advance.
Finally, at that moment, someone opened fire.
However, to my surprise, the man shouted angrily, "No shooting!" and the gunfire faded away once more.
He was forced to retreat continuously.
Then he stood up, drew a dagger, and slashed directly at Zongzi's neck.
Zongzi surprisingly dodged skillfully.
At that moment, the clay figure couldn't help but say, "This Zongzi seems to have gained some awareness."
A thousand-year-old Zongzi! Just hearing about it sends chills down my spine.
The man wore silver-white armor, while Zongzi donned black and gold armor. The two circled each other for several rounds, and we couldn't intervene at all.
I must say, the man's skills were quite formidable. With that protective armor, he and Zongzi managed to exchange blows for a few rounds—truly worthy of being a veteran from the Korean Battlefield's Volunteer Army.
But the good times didn't last long; the man was knocked down to the ground, and Zongzi pinned him down.
I sighed inwardly; I couldn't just stand by and watch. I rushed forward and kicked Zongzi in the back. Zongzi staggered for a moment.
Seizing this opportunity, the man rolled over and got back on his feet.
It was evident that he was seriously injured. I quickly retreated as he urged me, "Hurry and get the Black Donkey Hoof."
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