Chapter 541: Are You Just Amusing Me?

"You damned beast, stop running!"

The players certainly don't want to give up, but A Xi Bao isn't good at running through the forest; after all, these guys spend most of their time active inside the Radiant Realm.

Even if they could rely on high stats and brute force to smash the obstacles ahead, this is a wild plain, and the dense trees and branches are just too many.

"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear…"

Even the flying contestants have it rough; weaving through the woods gets their faces repeatedly slapped by branches, and soaring above is blocked by the heavy canopy.

So after the chase entered the Dense Forest map, the distance between the two sides stalled for a while.

But this game isn't a temple escape with no end; it's a bio‑chase with a clear escape point.

If they keep dragging it out, once the Wolf Prince escapes the wild plain back to the main base they won't be able to continue the pursuit— all that hard work would be wasted!

At the crucial moment, Bagua and Cang Lang did a bo, adding a Berserker's powerful thrust to Shuidi's already high speed.

"Man! This is called electromagnetic catapult; bio‑electric is electricity too!"

After a bang‑bang burst that shattered several trees in one go, Shuidi, dead‑on, thudded and struck A Xi Bao's fragile hemp‑rod waist.

"Ow!"

Even though A Xi Bao prides himself on a strong flesh body, he couldn't withstand the players' collision; losing balance, his body tipped forward and a spray of blood erupted.

Even at the last moment he braced with both hands to barely steady himself, the delay was enough for the players to close in again.

"You're truly shameless!"

A Xi Bao tried to struggle, but Brother Bagua was quick‑eyed and quick‑handed, turning the accumulated snow into solid ice and locking his feet firmly to the ground.

Cang Lang shook his arms, still trembling from the earlier exertion, and drew the goose‑feather blade at his waist.

"Surrender, Wolf Prince, stop huffing; we Pioneers treat captives kindly!"

As for why the players didn't just slay the invading warlord A Xi Bao on the spot but instead gently urged him to surrender…

No way?

No one's planning to stage an earth‑shattering battle with Shadow Demon Wolf or Crimson Blood Divine Wolf, right?

No way, no way?

It must be because it's somewhat tinged with the alphabet circle.

Unfortunately, urging surrender is useless for A Xi Bao; it only provokes him to blurt out a line.

"Hanima's head!"

After pretending his defenses were broken and hurling curses, he glowered angrily while quietly observing his surroundings.

Whether doing good or evil, a successful person inevitably possesses three qualities

—extreme initiative, keen insight, and unwavering perseverance.

Of course, if you have a president for a father, that's another story, right, Lieutenant General Hunter?

Thus A Xi Bao didn't give up; he kept trash‑talking the players, buying time while looking for another chance to escape.

With his caution and wit, he soon found the opportunity.

Looking around, the Wolf Prince painfully closed his eyes.

"Everyone, I can surrender, and I can pay any price for my aggression."

"But there is one thing I must know: if I surrender, to whom among you do I surrender?"

Indeed, whether it's the High Tower Community or Nianhe Nation, they both stress that everyone must at least unite in Yangyue World.

But as everyone knows, setting aside disputes and grievances is extremely hard; many old grudges can't be erased with a smile.

So even with a great enemy now, the major forces have clearly divided into four factions, or interest groups.

The first group is White Eagle and his animal friends, who hold greater sway on Earth.

The second group is Tianzhu and their follower friends, who are stronger on Yangyue.

The third group consists of human friends who didn't join either circle; their strength is relatively balanced on both Earth and Yangyue.

The final group is "Other."

A Xi Bao has already fought the first group twice, and just now cut down many of their elites; the relationship is terribly bad, and they ignore him on sight.

The third group is the main culprit that left him in this dire strait, forcing him to ponder his escape, so they naturally give him no friendly looks.

The second group bears no grudge, but the barefoot old man leading them keeps staring at him, with a bizarre grin on his face!

Unlike the rustic villagers who've never seen God of the Stream or Lizard Demon King, A Xi Bao is a bona‑fide noble, with his own retainer corps.

Thus he loathes that smug, almost pitying gaze that mirrors his own, and he simply glared back at the old immortal.

Consequently, among the four forces only "Other" remains—that is, the so‑called "free adventurers" who haven't joined any official circle, and they're barely his only option.

As for why he makes this choice…

A Xi Bao raised his voice and, with utter rudeness, launched an indiscriminate AOE, berating each of the first three factions one by one.

"You damned lot, a nest of snakes and rats! My nose is sharp; I can smell the greed and filth on you!"

"Ha, you all act like righteous heroes, but you're more despicable than anyone—shameless and vile. You'll never fool me!"

"(…dozens of meaningless curses omitted…), so many things in this world have been trampled and ruined by you!"

Having said that, he turned his sincere, clear gaze toward the free adventurers, his words equally clear and sincere.

"Actually you lot, I can see a merciful light in your eyes! Folks, I'm willing to surrender to you!"

It sounds respectable and clean, but most of the "free adventurers" who secretly run mercenary black‑ops turned red‑cheeked in unison upon hearing it.

But free adventurers are essentially the player‑version Deep Forest mercenaries—a publicly known secret among the nations—so A Xi Bao's praise left them a bit speechless.

"f**k! So many trivial matters!"

Because of hormonal imbalance, Captain Zhengque, who's already hot‑tempered, was made red‑hot by his beep‑beep tactics, and he jabbed his shield at the guy's head.

"Are you done talking? If you're done, stick out that damned wolf claw, and I'll shackles you hard!"

Having said that, he produced a shackles of odd appearance, with leather parts—definitely not the classic silver bracelet type.

While walking toward A Xibao, he broke out a weird smile on his face.

"Enjoy it, you bastard who might get excited over this......"

Cang Lang: "Have you thought of......"

Bagua: "I've never seen a Sea Tiger, and I don't know what base head four is."

However, A Xibao didn't bother with him; instead, when that guy walked up to him, he suddenly unleashed an inch punch, blasting him away on the spot.

"Ah!! (the senior's miserable cry)"

Ah, what a pity; although the Correct Captain's clothes are flashy, the blood he spits out is still only red.

Seeing the Air Professor condense a soft wall to catch the man with his mouth open and eyes closed, that man furrowed his brows, his eyes flickering with light.

"Boy, what do you mean? Are you trying to go back on your word in public?"

A Xibao gave a cold snort and pointed at him from afar.

"I said I would surrender, but I will only surrender to them!"

Seeing the Wolf Prince's tone turn sour, with the negotiation possibly breaking apart, the Magic Flute Old Immortal, who liked to turn enemies against each other even more than Ji Ming did, hurriedly stepped out.

"Hold on!"

Clearly he was speaking outdoors, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a deep, rolling echo drifted about, like divine words and Brahman chants.

"Friend, if you have any needs, just speak openly; I am the Kind God, who loves peace, and I will surely give you an answer."

"Pah!"

Too bad his well‑meaning advice was met with a mouthful of phlegm from A Xibao, spat out faster than a bullet.

Although this chemical weapon didn't even land on the Old Immortal, it was burned to a clean slate by the rising divine flames.

But visibly, the Old Immortal's face, which had just been radiant, dimmed a little.

"Impudent!"

Among the Free Adventurers, there is one who boxes in the South Sea; thus, although he appears to act as an individual, he actually has close ties to the Heavenly Bamboo.

Seeing the Wolf Prince behave like a dog, biting whoever he meets and even daring to scold a saint, they simply joined in and shouted back at him.

"You bold rascal! The Upper Immortal is kind-hearted and gave good advice, yet you dare to speak evil—could it be that you're just teasing us?"

Who would have thought the response wasn't A Xibao's retort or his defense breaking, but him instantly sticking out his thumb.

He even broke into a big grin on his face, clapping and loudly praising.

"Good, well scolded!"

Having said that, he stood with his hands behind his back, head held high arrogantly.

"To dare to act and to take responsibility—that's what a true hero is!"

"I, A Xibao, will surrender only to a true hero; as for you bastards, you all better get lost, or I'd rather die here!"

Now the players finally understood—this Sima thing really is just teasing us!

"You disobedient little wolf, do you think we're all fools!"

That man couldn't take it anymore; like a superman he leapt into the air and raised his iron fist, wrapped in maga holy light, toward A Xibao.

"Repent!"

A Xibao's foot was frozen, so as a fixed target he couldn't dodge that punch; he could only take it head‑on with his chest.

Yet what puzzled that man was that the punch didn't give the satisfying feeling of flesh‑on‑flesh impact, of tendons snapping and bones breaking.

Or perhaps that sensation existed only for an instant before vanishing, replaced by……

"Uh‑oh!"

That's right; after struggling for so long, A Xibao had already loosened his footing.

Now, with an added boost from that man's powerful punch, he naturally broke free of the Eight Trigrams Wandering Body's control with ease.

Moreover, he leapt forward with the momentum, jumped out of the encirclement, stretched his legs, and continued sprinting wildly across the wasteland.

In the blink of an eye he vanished, leaving only a distant voice.

"You idiots, you can't catch a free wolf!"

That line sounds a bit chuunibyou, but it's actually true—the players really can't catch a free wolf.

——Because their rage meter is full, they've now decided to stop at nothing to slay that free wolf on the spot!

But between life and death, A Xibao's heart had already risen with a hint of resolve.

No matter how the Pioneers shouted or cursed, no matter what attacks they launched, he paid no heed.

He merely stirred his qi and blood throughout his body, fleeing desperately as if gone mad!

However……

"Brain: I don't care, I don't care at all—legs, run like hell! Lungs, gasp for air!"

"Other organs: All right, all right, all right! Goddamn, you just go nuts, you damn immortal! Who can stand up to you like this?"

Fact proves many things aren't won by willpower alone, so after taking several hits from the players, A Xibao's speed inevitably slowed.

Moreover, to show his loyalty to that man, the Seven Star Fanatics mustered courage and activated his custom‑made Devil Motorcycle in the woods.

After leaping high with the aid of a huge boulder, he then turned and kicked hard, turning the motorcycle into a projectile that slammed into the sprinting A Xibao.

Crack!

A Xibao's thigh, already battered by too much damage, finally snapped under that fierce blow; he could only let out a wail and collapse in a sorry heap.

But he still hadn't given up; he would never give up, and he kept struggling desperately on the ground.

"No! Impossible! I've clearly given so much—I can't die!"

"Wow, what a classic loser's declaration—if you think that way, I can relax."

Cang Lang lightly leapt, his military boots landing steadily beside him.

Raising his fist, he was about to let A Xibao know who really was the wolf today, when suddenly a strong sweet fragrance surged into his nostrils.

Then he felt the world spin before his eyes—not that he'd been knocked dizzy, but the whole world really was spinning… melting… collapsing…

Ah ba ah ba…

What?

A Xi Bao had originally planned to follow the two Beast Kings and blow up this damned bunch of humans, but he noticed the man before him suddenly freeze in place.

Those who can be promoted to this level shouldn't have intermittent neurological disorder.

If such a situation occurs, there's probably only one possibility—that…

Prince, I was sent by the Wolf King's Majesty to rescue you and bring you back.

A pleasant voice, accompanied by a clear, cool breath, flowed into A Xi Bao's senses, somehow giving him a bit of strength as he climbed up from the ground.

You are…

Shh.

Stopping A Xi Bao's curious, dazed behavior, the messenger's palm produced a gorgeous large mushroom.

Once the mushroom's cap opened, she puffed her cheeks slightly and gently blew a breath at the approaching Pioneers.

This mushroom can produce a hallucinogenic spore; although its effectiveness diminishes as the target's value increases, it's sufficient to deal with this bunch whose highest level is under seventy.