Chapter 1739: Chapter 759: Now God Lin Is the Whole Village’s Only Hope!
“Want to kill ?”
Pete laughed loudly: “It’s not even nightti yet, and you’re already dreaming?”
“God Lin, don’t underestimate them!”
Old Luo solemnly reminded, this white-skinned guy’s dad is the famous Slave Master Dustin Hoffman.
Regardless of Pete’s personal combat power, he surely possesses quite a few top-tier divine prohibitions.
No way, having such a formidable father has its perks.
Combined, all the God Hunters in the world couldn’t match his dad’s personal strength or his stockpile of taboo things—a top-tier team by any asure.
“This is your last chance to sign this slave contract with .”
Pete pulled out a yellowing parchnt from his pocket, evidently a divine prohibition: “I’ll spare your friends, or else they’ll die, and you’ll beco a slave, the lowest kind!”
“I choose you to die!”
With those words, Lin Baici vanished from sight!
NO BODY!
Lin Baici teleported, appearing behind Pete.
The next instant, he activated the Bodhi ssenger’s Cassock, and the Muscle Buddha, wearing only boxing shorts, appeared before Pete, wordlessly swinging his Buddha Fist.
A green light suddenly sprang from Pete’s body.
Before touching ground, the light transford into a three-ter-tall straw man, sweeping its fan-like hand at the Muscle Buddha.
Lin Baici himself, activated Divine Grace.
Lightning Flint!
Everything in Lin Baici’s vision slowed down, allowing him to see the wind slowly graze his cheek as he aid to smack the back of Pete’s head.
Great Impression Hand!
Bam!
Lin Baici hit Pete squarely, sending him stumbling forward, and the next second, the Divine Grace effect activated, twisting Pete’s body as it pressed him into the ground.
Just as one of Pete’s legs stuck to the grass like a decal, his entire form exploded with a bang.
Green grass juice splattered, leaving grass fragnts drifting in the air.
Pete vanished without a trace.
“Find him!”
Lin Baici shouted, his eagle-eyed gaze swiftly scanning the surroundings.
Pete evidently had a ‘substitute protection’ type of divine prohibition to shield him from Lin Baici’s lethal blow.
“FUCK! FUCK!”
Pete angrily roared, his voice echoing over Crow Ridge.
“I will slaughter you!”
“I’ll toss you into a blender and feed the dogs your shredded remains!”
“Damn yellow-skinned monkeys, you’re all gonna die!”
Pete cursed furiously, spewing expletives one after the other.
“Wow, how enraged is he?”
Old Luo felt dismayed, hearing Pete’s voice, which was full of hatred for Lin Baici, indicating that everyone caught in this polluted rule would perish today.
“God Lin is truly strong!”
Huang Cheng exclaid in awe.
“What’s the use of being strong? You have to kill the other side!”
Old Luo complained quietly: “I always said, the direct son of such a big figure would definitely have top-tier divine prohibitions on him!”
[Thirty ters to the right, behind the big tree.]
Lin Baici teleported.
Pete, busy venting curses, didn’t expect Lin Baici to locate him so quickly, frightening him into a jump.
Shouldn’t be possible!
His true self was here, but the words were being spoken by the straw man substitute, making it impossible for Lin Baici to pinpoint his location through sound.
Pete was terrified by the instant-kill attack from earlier, making him too scared to counter, so he activated Divine Grace and teleported away to escape.
“So timid?”
Lin Baici provoked: “Co for a head-to-head battle!”
“To hell with your mom!”
Pete cursed loudly.
He was heartbroken now; if not for the ‘Death Scarecrow’ given by his father, he’d be dead.
That was a top-tier divine prohibition, capable of negating one death—using it here was a complete waste.
According to Pete’s plan, it was his trump card against the gods during a critical fight.
Exchanging one demise for the feat of defeating a god would be a massive gain, but wasting it here…
Argh!
Pete scread in anger, glaring at Lin Baici with eyes full of hatred.
He planned to turn him into a slave, cage him, and let oxen, horses, hunting dogs take turns tornting him.
Nothing short of that could cure the fury of his heart!
“Brother Lin, he’s over there!”
Li Yintong pointed.
Nine o’clock direction, behind a big tree, Pete appeared, holding a revolver aid at Lin Baici’s back.
Bam!
Pete fired.
Lin Baici didn’t move, and the bullet missed.
Foreseeing the ambush, Lin Baici had Muscle Buddha stand behind him as a flesh shield.
“FUCK!”
Missing a shot made Pete realize he had underestimated them—that yellow-skinned monkey was indeed formidable, and possibly won the Nine Provinces Dragon Wing title through strength.
Pete turned the gun towards Zhong Shuman.
“Get lost!”
Rich Woman Zhong panicked and quickly dodged to the side.
The others also hurriedly took cover, finding shelter.
Bam!
The gun fired, directly hitting Rich Woman Zhong.
Growing up in the West and handling guns since the age of three, Pete had exceptional marksmanship.
His earlier miss was purely due to Lin Baici’s anticipation.
But Zhong Shuman and the others didn’t have that awareness or capability.
Rich Woman Zhong was shot, panic surged through her as she feared death, but although hit, there was pain without bleeding, and the next mont, she disappeared from sight.
Pete aid at Tai i.
Bam bam bam!
Firing the revolver continuously, anyone he shot got teleported away.
Still, within God’s ruins, gunpowder-based weapons, electronic products, couldn’t function; they’d encounter malfunctions, so not even big wigs like slave masters or Great Shamans had firearms.
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