Chapter 222: You Dare Come, You

"Boom—"

Master Fuli, holding a car door in one hand and a wooden-handled grenade between his teeth, leapt from the parking lot, using the momentum of his leap to step on the door like a wingsuit glider, crashing into the campsite and snatching up the machine-gun-equipped pickup truck to hurl it.

Weapons designed to capture spirit beasts were meaningless against Master Fuli.

Master Fuli was not large in size, yet his speed was so swift that he appeared only as a white blur; when standing upright, his arms moved with human-like agility, casually snatching up debris on the ground to block chemical adhesive bombs.

When they switched to burning acid mist and dazing smoke, before even nearing Master Fuli, he could spin midair and kick the rocket straight back.

Wherever Master Fuli passed, it was as if a high-speed train was charging forward—nothing could stop him.

Not only could nothing stop him, sometimes they couldn't even catch a glimpse of his shadow.

Master Fuli displayed overwhelming power and unmatched speed, like a flood bursting from a reservoir—a monstrous torrent with no enemy capable of standing before him.

The hunter team was forced into steady retreat.

Even with submachine guns in hand, they were helpless against that agile, darting, lightning-fast figure.

"Fall back!"

A sharp cry came from behind the hunter team, and at the same time, a tawny figure crouched low, sprinting across the grass, leaping over all traps in a few bounds and lunging straight at Master Fuli.

Brilliant golden light slashed through the air, carving a curved afterimage as it descended vertically toward Master Fuli.

"Hum—"

As the brilliant golden light struck, Master Fuli raised his paw, lunging forward to grasp it—his claws closed around a strange, elongated spear. The spear, upon impact, still vibrated with residual force, humming at its tip.

An Sheng glanced sideways at the golden spear tip, trembling just twenty centimeters from his cheek, then turned to look at the man wielding it.

The newcomer was covered in tawny fur, dotted with black circular spots; his neck was thick and extended forward, ending in a fearsome canine head with flapping ears, and he gripped tightly a spear resembling an Egyptian javelin.

Hyena!

A hyena with a humanoid form.

"Clang—"

An Sheng and the hyena exchanged only a fleeting glance.

Seeing his first strike fail, the hyena didn't hesitate—he kicked out with one foot, leaned back, forcibly wrenched the spear from Master Fuli's grasp, twisted his waist, and swung the spear horizontally like a staff, carving deep furrows into the ground.

"Form line! Plan C suppression!"

The hyena briefly held off Master Fuli, swirling his spear in a defensive pattern to prevent a counterattack.

Standing nearly two meters and thirty centimeters tall, the hyena opened his mouth wide enough to reach his ears and barked orders, his gaze sharp as blades, fixed on Master Fuli, who stood barely over fifty centimeters tall.

"Aow—"

The hyena bared his teeth in a challenge, raised his spear directly at Master Fuli, and the remaining hunters quickly obeyed their leader's command, forming a suppression formation centered on him.

Their leader would draw the spirit beast's attention, while they sprayed chemical adhesive from both sides.

Once the chemical adhesive touched Master Fuli, his defeat was certain.

No creature could endure the agony of chemical adhesive clinging to its body and still tear it free—especially for a furred spirit beast, chemical adhesive was nearly a lethal capture tool.

"You're their leader, then?"

An Sheng slowly sat down on the ground, watching the wary hyena and the hunter team reorganizing their formation, and let out a chuckle:

"You're quite amusing—I just wonder, when you shake your head, can you hear the sound of the ocean?"

As he spoke, Master Fuli, right before the hyena's eyes, tore open the wooden-handled grenade still clenched in his mouth, expression calm, and tossed it directly toward the right flank of the hunter formation.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze.

The hyena's eyes widened in shock, his gaze going blank; the hunters on the right flank were filled with terror and panic, as if they could see the wooden-handled grenade slowly spinning, tracing a parabolic arc toward them.

"Plop—"

The grenade hit the stony ground, its body swelling and deforming, then erupting in a violent burst of blazing fire and shockwave from within!

"Boom—"

"Tatata—"

In the instant the fire erupted, Master Fuli snatched up a submachine gun from the ground and sprayed the left flank—brass bullets spun out, hammering the hunter team.

Even with ballistic vests, a full magazine to the ribs would shatter bones.

"Suppression, huh?"

After emptying one submachine gun, Master Fuli curled his three tails around another machine gun on the ground, sat it in front of himself, and, under the hyena's stunned gaze, slowly squeezed the trigger with both arms.

"Tatatatata—"

Blazing fire spewed from the barrel, kicking up thick clouds of dust, chasing after the hyena.

"You're not even protected wildlife—you're just wandering around in front of Master Fuli?"

"You love giving orders, huh? If your mouth's so busy, come kiss the machine gun barrel." Master Fuli sneered, flicking his tail to straighten the ammunition belt, sending rounds slamming into the hyena.

"Ooooh—"

Under the rapid machine-gun fire, the hyena let out whimpers, eyes bulging, dashing behind a rock for cover, face pale with lingering terror.

So panicked was he that sweat poured from his palms—he could barely hold onto his Egyptian spear, looking like he'd seen a ghost.

Machine-gun fire

wasn't lethal to him, but the impact of bullets might cause bone fractures.

But—

What the hell was going on?

They had painstakingly infiltrated Xia Country, hunting spirit beasts—and now they were being chased by a spirit beast wielding a machine gun.

WTF? Are you kidding me?

God, this isn't funny—it's like Jesus slapping someone and leaving a round hole in their face.

"Shhh—"

A familiar ignition sound rose—the hyena's sensitive flapping ears instantly recognized it; he swallowed hard and clapped his hands over his ears.

"Boom—"

An RPG rocket, trailing flame, slammed into the rock at nearly four hundred kilometers per hour.

The rock's surface cracked and scorched; flames spread violently to both sides, burning the hyena's arm and charring his fur.

"You wanted to blow me up?"

"Come out! Why aren't you talking?"

Having seized the hunter team's arsenal, Master Fuli pulled another hand-cranked RPG from the truck and fired another high-speed rocket at the hyena's position.

"You dared come to Xia Country? I'll give you a thumbs-up."

"If I don't kill you all, I'll have wasted my years tilling the soil—I'm out here, and I know exactly how to plant you into the earth!"

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Listening to Master Fuli's taunts, the hyena crouched behind the rock, face shattered, arms wrapped around his knees, trying to minimize his exposure to the explosions.

On the mountain, Feng Wenyu and Jin Wanlin wore expressions of quiet astonishment.

It was like—

It was just too similar!

Master Fuli was mimicking the parasitic fungus beast.

(End of chapter)