I Received Messages From Future Self!
Chapter 513 - 509: The Unhappy Master of Unfounded Hope

Chapter 513: Chapter 509: The Unhappy Master of Unfounded Hope

"Little idiot, die for me!"

With a glance, it was certain that he was like a beast. Taotie directly powered up, roaring as he charged with his blade at the short and stout ninja.

This kind of beast, living only pollutes the air. What Taotie could do was kill as many as he encountered, purifying the air for nature.

"Idiot!"

The short ninja seemed to understand some Chinese.

He understood that Taotie was cursing him.

With an angry face, he cursed back, swinging his katana towards Taotie.

Clang, clang, clang!

Taotie and the short ninja clashed, each cut aimed to take the other’s life. The two blades collided, sparks flying everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, they exchanged dozens of blows.

Taotie seized an opportunity, kicked hard, landing on the short ninja’s stomach and sending him rolling.

"Damn it, die!"

Taotie cursed angrily and swung his blade down again.

The short ninja was shocked and blocked with his katana.

Ka-cha!

The heavy Strange Dagger fell, breaking the katana in response, but the momentum continued, slashing towards the short ninja’s skull.

Thud—

A dull sound, blood spurted.

The short ninja was cut in half by Taotie.

"Pah, trash."

Taotie flicked the blood off his blade disdainfully, spat on the corpse’s face.

Tom held a dagger in each hand, grappling with a top-tier mercenary, struggling but steadily holding the upper hand.

If Tom weren’t unskilled in close combat, and surrounded by allies preventing the use of Sprite Ball Bombs, taking down this top-tier mercenary wouldn’t take so long.

After exchanging blows for over a dozen rounds, a cunning look flashed in Tom’s eyes as he intentionally feigned exhaustion, creating an opening for his opponent.

The top-tier mercenary fell for it.

Seeing Tom’s opening, excitement flashed in the mercenary’s eyes.

He immediately pressed the attack, dashing to Tom and swinging his parang towards him.

Tom smirked, crouched to the ground.

With his daggers, he repeatedly stabbed the mercenary’s legs, slashing them multiple times, then sliced the mercenary’s tactical belt, yanking down his pants, and stuffed a Sprite Ball Bomb inside.

Tom moved seamlessly, as if rehearsed a hundred times.

After succeeding, Tom rolled away to put distance between them.

"It’s gonna blow!"

Tom shouted a warning.

He then leaped, knocking Fang Xiaocao down, hugging him tightly to shield him from the blast.

"Holy crap!"

"Old Tom, you’re playing with fire!"

Taotie also reacted, shouting in surprise, immediately turning to run, pouncing onto Tom, and wrapping both Tom and Fang Xiaocao in his embrace.

Taotie’s large frame managed to cover Tom and Fang Xiaocao completely.

He shielded them tightly, not even Tom’s long legs protruding.

"What are you doing, Taotie?"

Tom shouted in surprise.

"Don’t move, I’ve got thick skin, I’m not afraid of explosions, unlike your delicate skin. If you get hurt, the Princess will be heartbroken."

Taotie said nonchalantly.

The next second!

Before Taotie’s words were finished—

Bang boom boom—

A loud explosion rang out.

The Sprite Ball Bomb inside the top-tier mercenary’s pants exploded beautifully.

Crash —

With the explosion, blood and flesh flew everywhere, raining down from the sky.

A booted foot descended from the sky, landing squarely on Unhappy’s shiny skull.

Already disoriented by the explosion, Unhappy was struck on the skull, freezing him momentarily. Rolling his eyes, he fell straight to the ground in a magnificent faint.

Jin Zhixun was even worse off, a hairy piece of flesh slapped onto his face. Terrified, Jin Zhixun couldn’t hold it and immediately passed out in fear.

Half a minute later!

"Pah pah pah—"

Taotie shook his dizzy head, climbed off Tom.

Casually removing two fingers stuck in his hair, he tossed them aside.

Taotie looked like a cooked crab, his back covered in blood from the explosion, but his front was pristine, still human-looking.

"Princess Your Highness, Old Tom, are you two alright?"

Taotie extended a hand, helping Fang Xiaocao and Tom up, asking with concern.

Fang Xiaocao shook his head, "I’m fine, just a little dizzy from the shock."

"I’m okay too, just nearly got crushed by you. Old Taotie, you need to lose weight."

Tom joked with a smile.

"Get outta here!"

Taotie rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"Holy crap?"

"Is Unhappy dead?"

Taotie looked around, seeing Unhappy with a foot on his head lying on the ground, shouted in surprise.

Hearing Taotie’s shout, Fang Xiaocao and Tom were startled, quickly checking Unhappy’s condition. Finding he was still breathing, Fang Xiaocao sighed in relief, looking at Taotie with reproach, "You big oaf, can’t you hope for something good for Unhappy."

Taotie chuckled and came over.

Looking at the boot stuck to Unhappy’s head, filled with blood and flesh, he curiously poked it, "How did this end up on his head? Could it be the long-lost, legendary Descending Foot Technique?"

Hearing Taotie’s outrageous comment, Fang Xiaocao rolled his eyes, flicked Taotie on the forehead, "If you can’t speak properly, then say less. No one will sell you as dumb."

"It’s stuck with blood plasma."

Tom said, forcefully pulling.

Pop—

The boot came off in Tom’s hand.

Left behind a size 45 shoe print on Unhappy’s forehead.

It also swelled up. Unhappy will probably be living with a footprint on his head for a few days.

"You little rascal, where are you running!"

At this moment, Taotie roared.

He darted out.

Following the sound, Fang Xiaocao and Tom saw the top-tier mercenary Unhappy was fighting escape, somehow regaining consciousness and running away.

"Old Taotie, kill him!"

Seeing those mercenaries, Tom’s gaze turned cold as he shouted.

These mercenaries hurt his Princess, in Tom’s heart, they were already sentenced to death. None of them would be allowed to live.

"Alright, watch me."

Taotie casually replied.

Like a large monkey, he bounded after the escaping top-tier mercenary in a few leaps.

He kicked the mercenary in the rear, sending him sprawling face-first into the dirt.