[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-paradise-of-reincarnation":3,"chapter-paradise-of-reincarnation-paradise-of-reincarnation-chapter-952":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Paradise of Reincarnation",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2274810,4446,"Chapter 952: Crocodile Brother","paradise-of-reincarnation-chapter-952",952,"\u003Cp>Crocodile Brother charged headlong toward the Three Brothers of Guozu, his eyes scanning the surroundings to guard against unexpected developments—after all, the opponent had three men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Three Brothers of Guozu stood firm, arms crossed, utterly unconcerned by Crocodile Brother’s high-speed charge; even the third brother pointed behind Crocodile Brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crocodile Brother, still surging forward, suddenly sensed a whistling sound behind his head—he twisted instantly, catching a glimpse out of the corner of his eye—but it was too late; a flash of golden light filled his vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp, resonant crack echoed as an energy hammer struck Crocodile Brother squarely on the back of his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This isn’t possible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crocodile Brother stared in shock—his perception had detected nothing behind him; his perception had awakened only in the face of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crocodile Brother didn’t know that the Three Brothers of Guozu’s small energy hammers could suppress perception—aside from the whistling wind, they had no other flaws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being hit by the Guozu energy hammer was no pleasant experience—forget the shock and damage, just the hammer’s inherent property alone was enough to make Crocodile Brother suffer; even Su Xiao had once been immobilized by such a hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The small energy hammer’s property was potent: if it struck an enemy’s weapon or armor, it immobilized them for 2 to 3 seconds; if it struck the body directly, it immobilized them for 3 to 5 seconds—no Panding  process, no evasion, no resistance—this hammer was the core ability of the Three Brothers of Guozu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This blow immobilized Crocodile Brother on the spot for four seconds; if his resistance or strength were sufficient, he might break free during the immobilization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet half a second later, another energy hammer flew in from behind, targeting the same spot—Crocodile Brother’s occiput.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tanglang! The immobilized Crocodile Brother jerked violently—his immobilization time extended from four seconds to nine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, another energy hammer flew in—again, the back of his head. After three consecutive blows, Crocodile Brother felt as if a dent had sunk into his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaah!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crocodile Brother’s body trembled as he strained to break free from the immobilization. Unlike stun or daze effects, which rarely yield to willpower, immobilization was different—principally, the golden energy from the hammer enveloped him upon impact, like solidified cement; with sufficient strength, escape was possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack… crack…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden light flickered across Crocodile Brother’s body—he was about to break free—when the Three Brothers of Guozu charged forward with smirks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now each brother held a long-handled energy maul—two meters long, entirely golden, formed entirely of energy, wrapped around a barrel-sized hammerhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three burly men sprinted forward, wielding three energy hammers—the visual impact was staggering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood seeped from Crocodile Brother’s clenched teeth—he knew that if the Three Brothers of Guozu surrounded him, today would be his last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Crocodile Brother could finish his roar, the third brother leapt forward, crouched low, both hands gripping the hammer’s haft, raising the energy maul above his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Demacia!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third brother roared as he swung the energy maul down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bam!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hammer shattered Crocodile Brother’s illusions—straight onto his crown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the third brother came the first brother’s hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bam! Bam! Bam!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two brothers hammered like blacksmiths, their mauls falling like rain, shouting nonsense like “Eat this, Monkey King!” “Are you dead yet?” “Brotherly Love Strike!” “Invincible Wind-Fire Wheel!”—not even watching was bearable, let alone enduring it; Crocodile Brother was seething—not everyone knew if he’d be hammered to death, but he’d surely be enraged to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crocodile Brother now lay flat on the ground, the immobilization long gone—but something even more desperate happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Three Brothers of Guozu’s small hammers caused immobilization; their large hammers caused daze—each hit carried a high chance of dazing the enemy for 0.3 seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That 0.3 seconds seemed brief—but what if two hammers struck simultaneously? The result: Crocodile Brother couldn’t even rise—he could only curl up on the ground, arms clasped over his head, shielding his vital points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bam! Bam! Bam…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wulalala.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Critical Strike! Pain Strike! Paternal Love Strike!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“System, system…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sand sprayed as the first and third brothers of Guozu drenched the arena in sweat; Crocodile Brother drenched the sand in blood. Conservatively estimated, within ten minutes, he’d be hammered into submission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that Crocodile Brother was weak—it was that Guozu’s fighting style was practically the antithesis of lone wolves. Their offensive power was weak, but their control compensated fully—continuous control was downright shameless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first and third brothers of Guozu pounded Crocodile Brother relentlessly—someone might wonder where the second brother was. Don’t worry—he was nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There stood the second brother of Guozu, in a horse stance before Crocodile Brother, as if practicing some martial art on empty air—but it looked more like calisthenics; behind him, the first and third brothers hammered furiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he slacking? No—he was the substitute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a strategy the three brothers had refined over time: the energy mauls were powerful but drained immense stamina; if one’s stamina stat wasn’t high enough, they’d collapse within two minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they devised a rotation: two hammered while one rested, cycling continuously so someone always recovered. As for why the second brother stood there flailing? He said: “The other two are working hard—how could I slack off? Besides, it looks more imposing and psychologically breaks the enemy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bam! Bam! Bam…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yellow sand flew as Crocodile Brother, utterly defenseless, absorbed the furious blows of energy hammers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stands fell silent—then erupted into a tidal wave of cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten full minutes passed. The three Guozu brothers rotated seamlessly; a deep pit had been hammered into the arena. Crocodile Brother’s only remaining visible part was his tail, sticking out of the sand. Seeing this, Su Xiao finally understood why Venny of the Bandit’s sniping cannon wanted to kill the Three Brothers of Guozu—Venny had been hammered this way too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew… that should be enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first brother of Guozu wiped sweat from his brow—his opponent’s durability was too high; even after this relentless pounding, the enemy still showed signs of resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop the match!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hake called the match to halt—he couldn’t bear to watch anymore. Ten minutes of continuous hammering had already caused audience fatigue; as for the victim’s suffering? He didn’t care. Continuing the match held no meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several staff members entered the sandy arena. They stared at the deep pit—speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Crocodile Brother was dug out of the sandpit—his face swollen and bruised. But when they saw his eyes, the staff froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This warrior of the Vitan race had tears in his corners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it pain that made Crocodile Brother cry? No—even if they severed his limbs, he wouldn’t utter a single cry. This was humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crocodile Brother was a warrior—he feared no death. But under the gaze of millions, he’d been pinned in sand and hammered for ten minutes. What greater humiliation could there be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… can still… fight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crocodile Brother, dragged by his tail, struggled to rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first brother of Guozu glared, flipped his maul, and swung it straight at Crocodile Brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blow was meant for his chest—but Crocodile Brother thrashed violently, and so he suffered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bam!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first brother of Guozu’s mouth twitched—he had just performed, before millions of spectators, a hammer-to-testicles strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crocodile Brother’s body arched rigidly, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I didn’t mean to.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first brother of Guozu looked apologetic—he truly hadn’t aimed for the groin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What just happened? What a beautiful strike!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hake laughed from the commentary booth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ssshh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over 60% of the male audience in the stands sucked in air sharply, instinctively squeezing their legs shut—even from afar, they felt the pain for Crocodile Brother.\u003C\u002Fp>",1273,"2026-06-19T23:49:56.324Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","720142f46bccc1097b254f7340ad440f1c979c2a641126c50ccfac409f416f6b","paradise-of-reincarnation-chapter-953","paradise-of-reincarnation-chapter-951",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fparadise-of-reincarnation-cover.jpg"]