Full-Level Fierce Person-Chapter 56 Big Python

56: 56 Big Python

56: 56 Big Python

The initiative had fallen into Fang Zhixing’s hands, whoever showed their head would be his target.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~

Suddenly, the sound of cutting through the air intensified.

Arrows flew towards them, striking the rocks and bouncing away.

They couldn’t reach Fang Zhixing at all.

“What are they shooting at randomly?”

Fang Zhixing wondered, turning his head, he suddenly saw several figures quickly approaching from the jungle.

There were five people!

They were robust, dressed in tight, short combat clothes, zigzagging through the rocky terrain with serpentine moves, quickly closing in.

One of them was also holding an oval black shield in front, which glinted with a metallic cold light.

At the same time, the arrows kept falling, suppressing Fang Zhixing so he couldn’t show his head.

“They want to fight up close!”

Xigou was startled, this was a rhythm of five against one!

The five individuals rapidly closed in, and in a blink, they were just over ten meters away.

Fang Zhixing gave a grim smile, pulled his bow, and aimed casually in one direction, rapidly releasing arrows.

He shot four arrows in two seconds, with pauses in between.

The arrows traced an unpredictable path, coming from the front or from behind, all targeting one individual.

“Ah!”

The man was quite agile, looking up to see two arrows coming, he dodged to the left, and then again, narrowly avoiding them.

Then he continued to dash forward.

But suddenly, a side arrow unexpectedly came flying, striking him in the thigh.

He grunted and fell to the ground, and then an arrow pierced his neck, and he fell rigidly.

This man went from being hit by the arrow to lying motionless on the ground very quickly.

He was the one at the very front, and all four behind saw him fall.

However, this did not make the four stop, but rather spurred them to run even faster.

Fang Zhixing glanced at the man holding the shield.

It was a pity he didn’t have a Strong Bow to use the Armor-breaking Burst Skill; otherwise, one arrow could pierce through the shield and kill that man.

He remained expressionless and quickly shot two more arrows, still aiming at only one person.

“Here they come, be careful!”

The four enemies warned each other, staring unblinkingly at the path of the arrows.

“It’s coming to me!!”

Seeing the arrows aim his way, the targeted man tensed up, then jumped to land on a rock, pushed off the ground with both feet, and flashed diagonally just in time to dodge the two arrows.

He couldn’t help but rejoice. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

By then, he was only three meters away from Fang Zhixing.

Fang Zhixing also dropped his bow and arrow and rushed out from under the rocks.

“Come, fight me!”

The man sneered, clenching his fists, his biceps bulging dramatically.

Fang Zhixing’s expression remained calm as he quickly raised his hands, both left and right exerting force with a slight swing.

In an instant, two flashes of Cold Light burst forth.

“Burst Skill: Throwing”

Wrapped in an explosive force, two daggers shot out at a blistering speed, reaching their target in the blink of an eye.

Thud thud!

The man’s body suddenly stiffened, his chest now sporting two daggers deeply embedded in his flesh.

His eyes widened, and his body uncontrollably flew backward, falling next to the rocks, his chest already pouring with blood.

Of the five, two had fallen!

The remaining three had already reached Fang Zhixing.

Meanwhile, the distant archers had also stopped shooting, as they couldn’t ensure they wouldn’t hit their own men by mistake.

Seeing this situation, Xigou hesitated briefly, then transmitted a message, “I still have three lives left, I can use the Bloodline Burst Skill twice, capable of holding off two people for you.”

Fang Zhixing didn’t respond, as someone was already lunging at him.

It was the one with the shield, holding the shield sideways, revealing his burly and fierce physique, evidently a bronze-skinned, long-haired strong man.

“Is it you?”

The long-haired strong man’s gaze fell on Fang Zhixing, an expression of surprise briefly flashing across his features.

Previously, he had observed Fang Zhixing’s archery and thought he was a highly skilled old archer, never expecting that he was just a young lad.

Looking at his appearance, he was definitely not yet twenty years old.

So young, yet he mastered such terrifying archery; he was a genius!

“Go to hell!” The disheveled strong man’s face was filled with the intent to kill as he held up a black shield and charged straight ahead.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing’s heart surged with joy and he did not hesitate to rush forward.

Stomp his foot, turn his body, shrug his shoulder!

[Burst Skill・Iron Mountain Lean]

Fang Zhixing’s figure flickered, leaving behind an afterimage as he heavily collided with the black shield.

It was like two wild bulls crashing into each other!

Clang!

A muffled sound of metal clashing reverberated.

“Huh???”

The disheveled strong man shook, and his forward momentum abruptly paused; the shield in his hand caved in significantly and was knocked so hard it swung upwards.

His body was exposed.

After the collision, Fang Zhixing’s left shoulder was numbing, but he didn’t have time to check, forcefully stabilizing his figure, his right hand grabbing the handle of the sword.

[Burst Skill・White Slash]

Swish!

Fang Zhixing drew his sword from its sheath, slashing out a severe cold light, delivering a horizontal cut.

The disheveled strong man’s pupils trembled, his reaction quick as he thrust the shield downward, smashing it into the ground.

Clang!

The hunting knife cut into the shield, sparks flying in all directions.

The blade trembled violently, the edge rolling back and shattering.

The shield cracked with noises, breaking apart in the middle.

The disheveled strong man’s face changed dramatically as he staggered back several steps.

Fang Zhixing glanced at the ruined hunting knife and emotionlessly tossed it aside.

The disheveled strong man looked at the half-remaining, bent, and badly damaged shield in his hand, silently dropping it to the ground.

At that moment, he suddenly heard a scream, looked up, and couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

Before him was a half-human-tall vicious wolf, biting a comrade’s arm, knocking him to the ground, and brutally tearing at him.

The comrade on the ground flailed his fists, striking the head of the vicious wolf.

The disheveled strong man wore a look of confusion, turning his head to see yet another comrade being targeted by a half-human-tall vicious wolf.

That comrade faced the ferocious beast with fear in his heart, his face filled with terror as he ran around, pursued relentlessly.

Strangely, the two vicious wolves looked exactly the same.

“Ah, where did these vicious wolves come from?”

The disheveled strong man was full of doubts, feeling the situation eerie, sinister, and beyond comprehension.

Fang Zhixing’s face turned red with effort, he was breathing heavily, having consecutively performed Burst Skills, which had severely depleted his energy.

Moreover, pain was coming from various parts of his body.

His left shoulder had probably been dislocated, even possibly broken, by the recoil from the shield, causing unbearable pain.

His right hand, which held the sword, was also affected by the recoil, the web of his thumb ached terribly, and his hand wouldn’t stop trembling.

He was certain of the disheveled strong man’s strength—it was absolutely that of the Great Python Realm!

This man’s cultivation was likely at the early stage of the Great Python Realm!

Although his own strength had also reached the level of the Great Python Realm, he had already performed Burst Skills multiple times before, leaving his stamina far less than that of the disheveled strong man.

“You brat, today I will kill you no matter what!”

The disheveled strong man was both shocked and enraged, his muscles pulsating violently as if his whole body swelled, charging fiercely at him.

“Burst Skill・Bear Pounce Hand!”

The disheveled strong man moved swiftly, leaped high, his right hand turning into a claw-like a brutal bear’s slashing paw—quick and fierce.

Fang Zhixing kept retreating until his back suddenly met a rock, leaving him with no room to back up any further.

He rolled on the spot.

Swish!

The disheveled strong man’s bear claw swept past the rock, leaving deep scratch marks, and with momentum to spare, struck Fang Zhixing’s back.

Rip!

Fang Zhixing’s clothes on his back were instantly torn open, revealing three wounds.

The skin was flayed, flesh was gaping, and blood quickly soaked most of his back.