Chapter 866

"Who are you? What mission are you executing? Where are your teammates?"

As soon as the Shaman Hunter opened his eyes, he heard a triple question. He tried hard to suppress the dizziness in his brain, looked down at the source of the voice, and found that standing in front of him was a short and ugly guy, asking questions with a straight face.

He immediately said: "You 'air-dried pig trotter', what qualifications do you have to shout at a Strong Shaman?"

Wei Yuan suppressed his rising intent to kill and said coldly: "You'd better figure out your situation; I can crush you to death at any time!"

"Ha!" The Shaman Hunter laughed, "A pig trotter also talks big?"

At this time, the Shaman Hunter was tied to the tower shield, with all four arms and two legs folded backward, wrapped around the tower shield and tied together. There was no way; there were no pillars here, let alone a torture rack.

But no matter how Wei Yuan threatened or lured, this Shaman Hunter just couldn't recognize the situation, responding with countless strange adjectives, among which there was no lack of synonyms for 'weevil'.

Beside him, True Steel really couldn't watch anymore and said: "Boss, this won't work, it has to be like this..."

He was also someone whose actions were faster than his brain; without waiting for Wei Yuan's approval, he smashed a fist hard into the Shaman Hunter's body, and then heard a crisp sound of bone cracking.

The Shaman Hunter's eyes narrowed, and he exhaled: "Well done... but, still a little short..."

True Steel looked troubled; this was already his full-strength strike, and he couldn't do any heavier.

However, Wei Yuan finally understood; only heavy punches could make Power Shamans submit.

"Move aside!" Wei Yuan reached out and pushed Extreme Dao away, looked at the Shaman Hunter, and then lightly smashed a fist into his stomach.

"This punch of yours is like a mosquito massage..." But before he finished speaking, the Shaman Hunter suddenly felt all his internal organs start to dance!

Not only that, every inch of flesh and blood in his body seemed to be hammered, and there seemed to be thirty mother Shamans arguing in his ears, while his consciousness was divided into dozens of parts, each wanting to raise a banner of rebellion.

His body arched like a shrimp, straining the tower shield until it creaked, as if it were about to twist.

After a long while, the Shaman Hunter finally let out a 'ho' sound, caught his breath, and then vomited everything he had eaten in the past few days.

After regaining his sanity, the Shaman Hunter discovered that Wei Yuan was pointing out to Extreme Dao how to exert force.

In Wei Yuan's words, that punch of Extreme Dao was full of mistakes, with at least seventeen or eighteen errors.

After Extreme Dao tried it, sure enough, he threw a punch, which was much more powerful, and he was immediately convinced, saying: "As long as I practice hard, will I be able to catch up with you one day?"

Wei Yuan glanced at him and said lightly: "No, you can only surpass yourself. The gap between you and me cannot be made up by hard work."

In an instant, the Shaman Hunter felt that Wei Yuan was incomparably tall and radiant.

The Shaman Hunter surrendered.

Then Wei Yuan discovered that he didn't have two more followers, but two more mouths to feed.

The Shaman Hunter only carried a little food and water, enough for his own consumption for three days. Adding Wei Yuan and True Steel, it could only last for one day.

At this time, Extreme Dao-True Steel learned how to exert force, and after realizing the gap between himself and Wei Yuan again, his posture broke the lower limit of flexibility: "You can just call me True Steel from now on, or Little True."

But Wei Yuan felt that the two words 'Little True' could never be spoken.

This Shaman Hunter also had several names; usually, he was called 'Mysterious Wild Hunting God', in front of the strong he was 'Little Hunter', and in front of powerful dignitaries, he was 'Hunter Three-One'.