FYN Chapter 50 *Caw!* He laughed in exasperation!
Chapter 50 *Caw!* He laughed in exasperation!
Book?
He's still reading?
Fang Yuan was taken aback.
Could it be that the supernatural also has its own culture and its own country?
But with leeches staring at them everywhere—on the ground, on the walls, and in all directions—there was no time to think about such things.
Regardless of what the other party wants to do, the most important thing is still—to strike first!
Without hesitation, Fang Yuan snorted and charged forward!
You rascal, take this!
Tiger Roar Saber Technique!
Fang Yuan doesn't have a knife right now! But as everyone knows, when martial artists are deeply trained, even plucking a flower or flying a leaf can be used to injure someone! Whether or not they have a knife is completely unimportant!
Fang Yuan grabbed a nearby stool and slammed it hard at the thin figure!
!
……
But just as the bench was about to touch that deathly gray skin, the scene before him was like a reflection on a broken surface of water, suddenly shattering, twisting, and spinning.
That nauseating dizziness returned.
Immediately following was a burst of ear-piercing noise.
The sounds of car horns, the chatter of pedestrians, and the promotional blares from loudspeakers at the mall entrance...
Fang Yuan was stunned.
He remained in a pouncing stance, but instead of landing, he slammed down onto a hard, rough cement floor with a "thud".
It was no longer the gloomy, terrifying, and stinking Drunken Immortal Pavilion.
Before me stood towering glass curtain wall skyscrapers, their surfaces gleaming blindingly in the sunlight. In the distance, a constant stream of cars flowed, traffic lights flashed alternately, and pedestrians hurried across the zebra crossings.
This is……
Blue Star?
Fang Yuan was somewhat dazed.
He saw the familiar gate of the residential compound, the fruit stand downstairs that always shortchanged customers, and even the old residential building where he had lived for several years, standing quietly in front of him.
came back?
Have I turned back into a human from that damned world of cultivation?
An indescribable surge of joy welled up inside me.
Finally... finally I don't have to be a frog anymore! Finally I don't have to eat bugs anymore! Finally I don't have to be treated like a dress-up doll by that little girl named Nan Nan anymore!
Fang Yuan was so excited that he wanted to stand up and shout out his joy.
He subconsciously looked down, wanting to see his long-lost hands and to see which outfit he was wearing.
then.
He saw his reflection in a small puddle by the roadside.
One...
A toad with dark green fur, rough skin, bulging muscles, and two big eyes on its head.
"..."
Draft it!
Even when they create illusions, they never let me have my fun!
Grass!
[Beep beep~~ (silenced)]
The air suddenly became quiet.
The promotional music from the shopping mall was still playing in the distance: "Great news! Great news! Everything for two yuan! All for two yuan!"
Fang Yuan looked at the frog's face reflected in the puddle.
The frog-like face was also looking at him.
She even puffed out her cheeks with each breath.
croak.
Fang Yuan opened his mouth expressionlessly.
I laughed in exasperation.
Really.
For the first time, he realized that the bizarre could be so humorous!
Fang Yuan slowly raised his head, looking at the incredibly realistic modern city in front of him, and at the passersby coming and going.
Is this the bizarre counterattack?
Is this what they call a powerful move?
They dragged it into a seemingly beautiful dream world of memories, but couldn't even be bothered to change its species back.
What is this?
Kill the frog to destroy its spirit?
Or is it just a disgusting frog?
"Croak!"
Fang Yuan laughed in his extreme anger.
He suddenly raised his right claw, and the surging internal energy within him, like a volcano about to erupt, gathered without reservation in his palm.
"Damn it! You shameless bastard!"
boom!!!
That palm slammed hard onto the concrete ground beneath his feet.
It doesn't have the hard feel that a concrete floor should have.
It's like slapping something onto a mirror.
Snap! Snap!
A crisp, cracking sound echoed throughout the city.
Centered on Fang Yuan's claw, countless cracks instantly spread outwards.
Buildings were collapsing, streets were breaking apart, and the sky was like a tattered rag being torn apart. The clamor instantly turned into piercing screams, like the wailing of countless ghosts.
"Quack—!!!!"
Internal energy, attach!
Fang Yuan puffed out his belly and let out a deafening croak!
The sound waves, like a giant, tangible hammer, smashed away this last veil of pretense!
Whoosh!
The scene of a modern city is like shattered glass, instantly exploding into countless points of light and dissipating.
Instead, the Drunken Immortal Pavilion's main hall was dark, putrid, and filled with dried corpses and ghostly hands.
"Uh... Pfft!"
The gaunt figure standing in the center of the hall suddenly swayed!
"Why..." An emotion that even a frog could understand appeared on his pale and elongated, strange face.
Puzzled.
But Fang Yuan had no interest in paying attention to him at all!
Damn it, Fang Yuan is really angry today!
"wake up!!"
Fang Yuan let out a loud shout.
This croak, imbued with pure inner strength, resounded like a great bell in everyone's ears.
Those martial arts disciples who were previously dazed or in a daze were jolted awake by this shock.
Chen Tieshan was no exception.
He had just dreamt that he shattered the bizarre dream with three punches and made the emperor treat him as an honored guest with two kicks, but a croaking frog instantly pulled him back to reality.
A hint of reluctance lingered in his eyes, but he ultimately knew what was important. He shook his head twice and, looking at the hellish scene around him, Chen Tieshan instantly understood what he had to do.
"Go! Go quickly!"
Chen Tieshan grabbed a bench from the ground and smashed it down on a lunging, dried-up corpse, yelling at his disciples behind him, "Take Young Master Lu and Miss! Get out of there immediately! Quickly!"
"Master! What about you?!" a disciple shouted.
"Leave me alone! Get out of here!"
With red eyes, Chen Tieshan kicked a dazed disciple in the backside. "Get out of here, all of you!"
The disciples dared not hesitate any longer. Several of them supported Lu Feng and Nan Nan, who were still trembling, while the others brandished their weapons and rushed toward the door like madmen.
Although the ghostly hands at the entrance were densely packed, they were managed to tear a gap open thanks to the desperate assault of the crowd.
"Quack! Little quack!"
As Nan Nan was being carried out, she kept looking back.
"Stop looking! Let's go!"
Fang Yuan shouted without turning his head.
Without these burdens, he could finally act freely.
At this moment, only Fang Yuan, Chen Tieshan, the eerie, swaying figure, and the ghostly hands that were frantically regenerating all over the floor remained in the hall.
"Quack. You get lost too."
Fang Yuan glanced at Chen Tieshan, his tone unfriendly.
Chen Tieshan was swinging a long bench, smashing several ghost hands to pieces, when he heard this and paused slightly.
He glanced at the disciples who had already rushed out of the gate, and then at the giant frog facing countless ghostly hands alone.
"Stop talking nonsense."
Chen Tieshan spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, gripping the cracked bench tightly in his hands. "Although I, Chen Tieshan, am not very capable, I have never had the habit of abandoning my comrades and running away alone. Even if my comrade is a toad."
"Croak? A comrade?"
Fang Yuan glanced at him but didn't say anything more.
Fang Yuan remained silent, but suddenly stomped his foot on the ground.
boom!
The blue bricks shattered.
Fang Yuan's massive body shot straight at the gaunt figure like a dark green cannonball!
Die!
Your illusion magic is utter garbage!
The gaunt figure was clearly enraged. It let out a piercing scream, and countless black arms instantly converged in front of it, forming a huge black shield.
At the same time, more ghostly hands surged in from all directions, attempting to trap Fang Yuan.
A force that shakes mountains—Collapse!
Fang Yuan didn't dodge or evade at all.
He suddenly contracted his muscles in mid-air, and then—
He swung the bench, gathering his inner strength!
Smash it!!!
That bench, carrying a terrifying force capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, slammed heavily onto that black hand shield!
boom! ! ! !
A loud bang shook the entire Drunken Immortal Pavilion.
This……
Chen Tieshan was stunned for a moment!
As we all know, many martial arts schools are clearly distinct, and martial arts practitioners can tell at a glance what the other person's foundation is and what they practice!
Just like the famous Kun Fist in the martial arts world, as long as the opponent raises their palm and shakes three times, who wouldn't recognize that it is the Kun Fist?
And how could he, who had practiced the Mountain-Shaking Strength for so many years, not recognize what that frog was using?
Even if it's just a frog.
It was precisely because he recognized him that Chen Tieshan was stunned!
This is fucking wrong!
That's his martial arts skill! Shouldn't he be the one using that move?!
How could a frog possess the power to move a mountain?! Does that make sense?!
But no matter what!
The bench, carrying the force to shake a mountain, slammed heavily onto the black hand's shield!
The seemingly indestructible black hand shield, under this blow, was like a crispy cookie, instantly shattering into countless fragments!
The bench, still carrying considerable force, slammed heavily onto the thin, bony figure's chest.
Click, click, click—
A series of cracking sounds rang out.
The gaunt figure flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing hard into the wall behind him and creating a large hole in it!
"hiss……"
Chen Tieshan, who was about to help, couldn't help but gasp when he saw this scene.
Is this... the toad's full power?
Even Lord Zhang is probably no more than this! Lord Zhang has already reached the pinnacle of the martial arts path... Beyond that... could there be a new realm in martial arts!?
This pure power, this domineering destructive force...
"What are you standing there for! He's not dead yet!"
"oh oh!"
Chen Tieshan snapped out of his daze and rushed forward with a long bench in hand.
However, at that moment, several daring disciples who hadn't run far saw that their master was still inside and actually turned back.
"Master! We're here to help you!"
A disciple who looked physically strong, somehow found a large sword and roared as he charged in.
Just then, a ghostly hand emerged from underground and blocked his path.
"Open it!"
Full of confidence, the disciple imitated Fang Yuan's earlier actions, swinging his broadsword fiercely at the ghostly hand.
You have to understand that there is a mountain-like distance between a person's bare hands and a machine!
That toad could shatter several black hands with a single slap, so it must be incredibly fragile. Even if it's not as strong as the frog, severing a black hand with a knife wouldn't be a problem at all!
Can…………
clang!!!
A deafening clang of metal clashing.
Sparks flew everywhere.
The disciple's expression changed instantly.
The blade struck the ghost's hand, leaving only a faint white mark!
On the contrary, the enormous recoil caused his tiger's mouth to split open, and the broadsword in his hand flew out of his grasp!
"What?!"
The disciple stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
Is this thing... made of iron?!
That toad just hit this thing like it was tofu!
Before he could react, the ghostly hand suddenly turned, its sharp nails clawing at his chest like blades!
"Be careful!"
Chen Tieshan was shocked; it was too late to rescue him.
Just then—
puff!
A giant, dark green foot descended from the sky, stomping the ghostly hand into the ground and turning it into a puddle of black mud.
Fang Yuan glanced coldly at the terrified disciple and said nothing.
"Get out of here!" Chen Tieshan shouted.
The disciple trembled all over, looking at the crushed ghost hand under his feet, then at Fang Yuan's frog legs that were as hard as steel, and ran out of the building in fear.
Then he bowed!
This……
That ghostly hand... it's that strong!?
How strong must that frog be?!
…………
Fang Yuan and Chen Tieshan shattered several more black hands and rushed towards the gaunt figure. However, the gaunt figure had learned its lesson this time and stopped using illusions. It simply attacked with the black hands and began to dodge.
After repeatedly defeating the ghost hand, Chen Tieshan finally couldn't help but complain.
"Brother Frog, how come we can't kill all of these things?!"
As Chen Tieshan looked at the ever-growing number of ghostly hands around him, and the gaunt figure whose chest had collapsed but was still struggling to crawl out of the hole in the wall, his expression grew increasingly serious, but his face also became increasingly impatient.
His whole family lives in Yinyang City, and all his belongings are also in Yinyang City!
If he doesn't get rid of this thing, he won't even be able to pack his bags and escape in peace!
Fang Yuan did not answer.
He didn't know why he couldn't kill them all.
But based on my experience playing games, it boils down to two points!
One reason is that the health bar wasn't depleted!
Another issue is that the core wasn't destroyed!
But right now, we have no idea how much health the opponent has left!
So, how about we try to find out the other party's core strength first?
Fang Yuan narrowed his eyes, staring at the gaunt figure.
Perhaps, the entire Drunken Immortal Pavilion is actually part of this strange phenomenon.
As long as the building stands, it will continuously recover.
"This dilapidated building must be demolished!"
Fang Yuan made up his mind.
Upon hearing this, Chen Tieshan took a deep breath and said, "Alright, I'll help you!"
……
……
Outside the building—
Da da da da!
A rapid, hurried sound of horses' hooves came from the other end of the street.
That was the sound of well-trained warhorses clattering on the bluestone slabs, perfectly synchronized and carrying an air of menace.
"Get out of the way! The city defense troops are on official business!"
Accompanied by a majestic command, dozens of cavalrymen clad in black iron armor and wielding long spears surged forward like a black torrent.
The leader was dressed in silver armor, wearing a scarlet cloak, with a long sword at his waist, and a face as cold and stern as iron.
It was Zhang Zhengnan, the city lord of Yinyang City.
"What's going on?!"
Zhang Zhengnan pulled on the reins, and the warhorse neighed loudly, its front hooves rearing up high.
His gaze was sharp as he swept over the disheveled crowd.
At this moment, the dozen or so martial arts school disciples who had escaped, along with Lu Feng and Nan Nan, who were still in shock, were slumped on the ground, panting heavily.
Seeing the city lord arrive in person, everyone felt as if they had found their pillar of support and immediately started shouting all at once.
"Lord Zhang! You've finally arrived!"
"A ghost! A ghost, sir!"
"That building eats people! There are so many ghostly hands! Da Niu and Lao Li were eaten!"
"And there's a giant frog! That's a mythical beast!"
"Yes, yes, yes! We were saved thanks to that frog mythical beast!"
The scene was quite chaotic at one point.
Zhang Zhengnan frowned as he listened.
Ghosts? Man-eating? Buildings?
And... a giant frog? A mythical beast?
What kind of nonsense is this?
His gaze sharpened as he looked at Lu Feng, who was standing at the very front of the crowd.
He recognized the kid! According to Shouzheng, the kid had defeated a deserter in a head-on confrontation!
"Second Young Master Lu, you speak," Zhang Zhengnan asked in a deep voice. "What exactly happened here? Chen Tieshan just sent someone to report that you've gone missing and that something strange has been discovered. Where are you now?"
Lu Feng took a deep breath, stepped forward, and clasped his hands in a salute:
"My lord, this is indeed true. We mistakenly entered a strange place called 'Drunken Immortal Pavilion' and were attacked by a large number of dried corpses and ghost hands. Fortunately... fortunately, a righteous man helped us and we barely escaped."
As he spoke, he subconsciously turned around, wanting to point at Fang Yuan.
But when he turned around, he was stunned.
"Drunken Immortal Pavilion?"
Zhang Zhengnan didn't notice Chen Tieshan's unusual behavior. He keenly caught this key phrase: "I have served in Yinyang City for over ten years and have never heard of any Drunken Immortal Pavilion. Moreover..."
He raised his riding whip and pointed in the direction behind Lu Feng.
"Where is the building you mentioned?"
All those who escaped turned around at the same time and looked together!
...?
! ! ! !
Almost everyone broke out in a cold sweat.
This, this...
What about people?
Where's the building?
Isn't that weird?
Where's the frog?!
Everyone froze.
All that remained was ruins, a battlefield, and the very spot where the collapsed Drunken Immortal Pavilion had once stood…
At this moment, it turned out to be an empty space overgrown with weeds.
Only a few broken walls, long since collapsed, stood forlornly in the night wind.
There were no gravel.
There was no rubble.
There were no remains of a dried corpse.
Even the traces left by the battle—the cracked ground, the crushed ghost hands—had all disappeared.
It's just like……
Everything that just happened was really just an absurd dream...
Apart from……
"Wait! How many of you are there!? How many people came with us when we left the group!?" Nan Nan suddenly pointed at the martial arts school disciples and asked in a clear voice.
"Where's the person who taught me?!"
"And what about Little Frog and the curator!?"