Chapter 39: This Wave Is Truly Maxed Out (Physics)

In the span of a fingertip, everything changes in an instant.

Just as the boss was still straining his sphincter like Lao Deng, the shadow in the darkness missed its strike, turned its head, and charged at Tang Kuai nearby.

Tang Kuai was only level 2, and his combat experience was far less than the boss's.

Although he sensed the threat, he could only barely turn and block with the short staff in his hand.

But the black shadow wielded some bizarre long weapon, its force huge, heavy, and absurdly overbearing.

With a single blow, it sent the short staff flying, and Tang Kuai shrank into a trembling bundle, squealing wildly.

"Boss, save me!"

The boss, his face in pain, said: "I…"

"Don't be afraid!"

Liu Zi was still reliable; he let out a low shout, raised the waist knife in his hand, and entered the fray.

He was indeed a seasoned hand; although overall he still swung his chaotic blade with sheer bravado, there was already a hint of technique.

He varied his footwork, repeatedly slashing; clack‑clack, he and the black shadow exchanged a few moves without serious danger.

Logically, a single sword against a spear is extremely difficult; a long weapon striking a short one is like a father beating his son.

But this Clinic lobby, barely the size of a palm, was packed with so much furniture.

Bottles and jars, obstacles everywhere, severely limited the long weapon's effectiveness.

Conversely, Liu Zi, relying on his short stature, darted and weaved, like a fish in water.

So after repelling the shadow's attack, he, thinking he had the upper hand, didn't pursue; instead he stood there, smugly laughing.

"You rookie, is this all the skill you have?"

Unfortunately, too much idle chatter can be fatal; it gave the shadow extra time to act.

He tossed the long pole he held, and drew another weapon from his chest.

Was it a machete or a club?

Liu Zi squinted, examined closely, and was utterly stunned.

What the… did the person pull out some bizarre contraption?

Before he could think clearly, the shadow stepped forward, its weapon whistling through the air as it swung toward him.

Damn, never mind him, fight!

Just as he mustered courage to clash blades with the shadow, he suddenly felt his stomach twitch and tremble.

Uh.

Yet in life‑or‑death combat, giving your all is still not enough; where is there room for error?

With just that moment of distraction, his grip loosened, a step went wrong, and every step thereafter faltered.

The raised waist knife was easily knocked aside by brute force; the opponent's weapon retained its power and crashed down with a booming roar.

Snap!

The metal struck the face, producing an extremely crisp sound.

In an instant his head buzzed, his knife clanged onto the ground, and he, dizzy, fell onto the floor.

The tumor on his forehead was smashed to pieces; blood spurted, splattering his face, utterly tragic.

Tang Kuai was so frightened he almost lost his breath, his throat tearing as he screamed.

"Boss, Brother Liu Zi is gone!"

Hearing Tang Kuai's pig‑like wail, the boss's face turned almost green.

"Stop, stop calling out!"

He hurriedly felt in the dark, seized Liu Zi's cuff, and bolted outward.

"Quick, follow me and run!"

"Run, run, run…"

The boss was fierce, and Tang Kuai was no slouch either.

He kept shouting in shock, instantly unleashing a movement speed that a level‑2 warrior could never possess.

Ji Ming hadn't reacted yet when they already began scaling the backyard wall.

"Just run away?"

Ji Ming wore a bewildered expression.

After all, according to his plan, the ambush on the first floor's back was to be taken down one by one in order of rank.

First, use the Knocking Stun Club to ambush the level‑5 warrior, opening the situation.

Then, by means of the Grave‑Digging Technique and its "shovel skill," assassinate the level‑4 warrior to expand the gains.

Finally, finish off that level‑2 weakling, achieving total victory.

But at the start a problem arose: the level‑5 bandit managed to evade.

Having no choice, he hurried to slaughter a level‑2 to establish his presence.

But the level‑2 wasn't killed; instead he took a heavy loss, getting entangled with the level‑4.

Mistake, mistake, why does my impromptu plan keep failing!

Ji Ming's mind was in turmoil; had he not luckily won this round, he would have been ready to cast a Burning Technique and flee.

But at the crucial moment, it was the opponent who fled in panic.

In a flash, he recalled a very interesting theory

—The key to war is not whose plan is more thorough, but who makes fewer mistakes.

Could it be that the opponent's errors are actually more than his own?

Well then, my luck's still pretty good.

Wait...

Ji Ming, who had been feeling relieved, set his face to a grim look.

If we let these three stupid thieves go today, who knows what might come tomorrow; if four huge guys wearing barely any cloth show up, that would be terrible!

Thinking of that, he threw on a black coat to cover his face, lifted his long-handled shovel, and gave chase.

"The boss seems to be chasing after us!"

Tang Kuai was so frightened he cried and wailed, and almost fell while climbing over the wall.

"Run! Run! Run!"

The boss grimaced and kept calling out low, supporting Liu Zi as he forged a path ahead.

When they turned the corner, Tang Kuai couldn't help glancing back.

In the dimness, a faceless figure in black, wielding a long-handled shovel, was pursuing relentlessly.

He couldn't help recalling the ghost stories his mother told him as a child.

"Waa waa waa, it's the shovel murderer!!!"

In panic, the skin on his scalp tightened, while another part loosened.

His pants slipped.

"I'll cheat!"

The pungent smell was so strong it almost made the boss stumble.

But he, busy supporting Liu Zi, had no time to worry about that; he hurriedly sped up and ran into a nearby dark alley.

Relentlessly pursuing, watching the three ahead maintain their speed, Ji Ming, fearing a long night of trouble, couldn't help feeling anxious.

But his agility was only four, and he had no suitable ranged means, unless...

After a brief thought, a plan that wasn't really a scheme rose in his mind.

Even though he didn't know if it would work,...

So you call yourself the boss, huh!?

"Hmph, trying to escape?"

He extended his left hand and gracefully hooked a finger toward that person.

"Aooo!"

The boss instantly shivered all over.

But fortunately, for the sake of his authority as leader, he puffed out his cheeks and, with strong willpower, firmly held back again.

No reaction?

Ji Ming, still skeptical, curled another finger.

Could it be that the fart technique really is useless?

Fine, besides this move there's no other method, again!

When Ji Ming curled his fourth finger, the boss had already spread his legs and was hopping like a frog.

"So refreshing..."

When Tang Kuai finished handling it on the spot, he came back to his senses with a relaxed expression in the warmth, and saw exactly this.

He was momentarily stunned and couldn't help asking curiously.

"Boss, why did you make such a loud sound just now?"

"It's nothing..."

"Then boss, why is your running posture so strange?"

The boss clenched his fist, his face turning red.

"Don't ask, run... ah!"

With pain piercing the heavens, the angry Ji Ming clenched his left fist and completely broke through his defense.

The boss's eyes widened, his footing gave way, and together with Tang Kuai beside him, they fell to the ground.

A sound like a diesel tricycle starting up rang out.

It's maxed out, this wave is truly maxed out...