"Just leave if you want, the live stream viewership dropped by half. Can’t bear to watch, huh? La excuse, tsk tsk."
The audience who escaped to other streams quickly returned. They initially wanted to check out other Vegetable Farrs’ streams, but found out that Hu Ping’s thods here were milder.
Over at Feng Wansha’s stream, there was flesh and blood everywhere, Liu Xun had beco a frenzied at grinder, Pan Mingjie was sneakily attacking, Wu Feiyang was crashing around, and Li Shanchun was chasing the Insect n around like mad.
Each was exciting in their own way, but without exception, they all featured roughness. Once mosaicked, they were almost unwatchable, with the main characters blurred out.
In contrast, over at Hu Ping’s stream, it’s just Insect Man swallowing other Insect Man, with the mosaic only overlaid on the Insect Man.
As for Ji Heng, he is in the central position on the chanical Planet, preparing for an invasion. It’s a bit boring, so the audience planned to check back later.
Returning to Hu Ping’s live stream, they saw another tentacle reaching over the cara towards Black Wing.
Black Wing, quick as lightning, caught it, then spun the cha’s arm, rotating it a hundred tis per second.
The scaly shell was easily torn off, leaving the part detached from the shell particularly soft. Feed it an electromagnetic pellet, and it would be electrocuted to a crisp, forever still.
Noticing this, he inford the team to get to work together.
You have to admit, watching Hu Ping’s operation was quite stress-relieving.
Like pulling radishes, one pull per stem, each pull leaving a pit.
The audience found it enjoyable. Although so pitied Wu Qingqing, her master and father had an indifferent attitude, so not many were willing to ddle further. Relevant parties didn’t care, and so ill-intentioned people even speculated that Wu Qingqing wasn’t well-liked.
The hype around Wu Qingqing’s "death" declined instead of rising, leaving those who tried to stir trouble pounding their chests in frustration.
The usually gullible surfers, why did they listen to Su Xiaocai so well? Poisonous, absolutely poisonous.
"Heh heh, Ah Ping, you’ve got so tricks up your sleeve."
"Ah Ping has so charisma, even a man like finds him likable."
"My husband likes him too, waaaah, you filthy n, why are you competing with !"
"So complicated! I can’t understand, but I’ll keep watching. I just love your ssy relationships."
The increasingly popular Hu Ping was unaware of the live chat comnts; he was having a great ti himself.
After pulling out dozens, a sudden sense of crisis hit.
He glanced over; the scales he recently cleared had many small tentacles fraying at the edges, apparently rging into new tentacles.
So the tentacles weren’t the body of the Insect Man, but the shell was!
So similar to the maternal structure, both capable of self-propagation through special physiological structures.
Why can sothing immobile reproduce so much, Hu Ping felt a chill.
He understood even more Su Xiaocai’s painstaking efforts, always racking her brains to create different crises for their training.
All to make them quickly determine the characteristics of new phenona through observation and avoid carelessness.
"Watch out for that shell; destroy it."
Carelessness at a mont could lead to a major mishap.
Soone in the team didn’t notice this. Given a chance, the scaly shell stuck to the cha’s shell, releasing a fungous net-like mucus, embedding into the cha’s surface.
"Ah, what the hell is this, my cha arm can’t move." Trying to swipe it away was futile; it clung tightly, trying to form a new shell. In a while, they might destroy the cha surface and feast on their prey.
"High temperature," Hu Ping imdiately said on the public channel.
These scale shells lived in space, in extre cold. The cha released high temperatures, spreading so of the stored energy’s heat over the cha surface.
The cha surface turned scorching hot.
With the temperature difference, the scale shell’s net-like mucus turned into a pool of liquid, lting away.
This worked, and the teammates were deeply grateful.
"Thanks, bro."
"Be careful."
Hu Ping’s discovery led them to add more cha Masters into the training ground from the rear. The vanguard handled the "radish pulling," while the others dealt with the scale shells.
There were too many scale shells to clean up in a short ti.
Hu Ping could only secure the path to the energy supply area of the training ground. His squad, with two as rear guards, defended and repelled or killed cowardly insect soldiers.
The squad leader and Hu Ping, flanking from left and right, escorted the cha Master carrying the energy apparatus to the supply area.
This path wasn’t long,
Normally, a cha could travel it in a minute, but today it took over an hour.
"Damn, there are too many cowardly insect soldiers. Where did they all co from at the border? There must be a mother body."
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