I Received Messages From Future Self!
Chapter 550 - 546: Helplessness Against Absolute Power

Chapter 550: Chapter 546: Helplessness Against Absolute Power

Ideal is richly imaginative, reality is uncomfortably raw.

Fang Xiaocao had a fanciful plan, but reality refused to follow the script she had envisioned.

Whizz, whizz, whizz—

Hidden weapons tore through the air, screaming sharply as they flew.

But as they neared the Suture Monster, it lazily swatted its hand, deflecting every single one.

Not even a chance to graze the Suture Monster.

Unhappy and Tom, flanking it left and right, held the Suture Monster at bay, while Mantis circled it like a predator, striking with surprise attacks now and then. Their teamwork was impeccable, leaving the Suture Monster barely able to keep up—but despite their efforts, it suffered no substantial damage.

Taotie slashed a dagger across the Suture Monster’s back.

It only managed to cut its surface, not drawing even a single drop of blood.

Unhappy’s steel claw grazed the Suture Monster’s arm, leaving four deep gashes.

Yet the Suture Monster still didn’t bleed a single drop.

Mantis, on the other hand, fared even worse.

The finger covers he wore, with blades barely half the length of Tom’s dagger, were utterly useless.

Clearly, the Suture Monster’s skin was incredibly thick.

Probably thicker than an elephant’s or hippo’s hide.

Witnessing all of this, Fang Xiaocao grew increasingly anxious.

She didn’t know how to deal with the Suture Monster.

This creature’s skin was absurdly tough.

It reminded Fang Xiaocao of a turtle or tortoise hiding beneath its shell, giving her a sense of frustration akin to a dog unable to bite through it.

At the same time, it broadened her understanding of the power of a Super Master.

"So this is a Super Master, huh?"

"Truly formidable!"

Fang Xiaocao gasped inwardly with awe.

Tom and the others continued their intense battle against the Suture Monster, fighting tooth and nail.

The clash grew fiercer as it went on, with Tom and the others shredding the Suture Monster’s black robe with their weapons, turning it into the garb of a beggar.

But even so, this did nothing to inflict a single ounce of real damage on the Suture Monster.

Instead, under the Suture Monster’s relentless counterattacks, Tom and the others narrowly escaped peril multiple times.

Tom was almost clawed across his face by the Suture Monster but managed to dodge just in time, avoiding disfigurement. However, the beast’s claw still tore into his shoulder, leaving four bloody scratches.

Mantis misjudged his dodge and took a punch directly from the Suture Monster. The forceful blow sent him flying backwards.

He smashed into a vehicle door, denting it heavily before halting his airborne momentum. He clutched his back, half-kneeling on the ground, sweat soaking through his hair as he struggled to stand.

The worst off among the three was Unhappy.

His attempt to ambush the Suture Monster failed, and as he tried to retreat, he was a fraction too slow, allowing the creature to grab his leg. The Suture Monster swung Unhappy around like a ragdoll with shocking ease.

After spinning him around three times on the spot, it abruptly let go.

Unhappy flew through the air, propelled by the inertia.

He landed more than ten meters away.

Finally, he crashed into a mountainside.

Sliding down from the mountain’s surface, he tumbled into the roadside vegetation.

This sight left Fang Xiaocao’s heart aching.

The Suture Monster was just too powerful.

Tom and the others were no match for it.

Each of them was a standout combatant within their rank, capable of handling single or multiple opponents with ease.

Yet now, three of them against one—struggling this hard—it boggled Fang Xiaocao’s mind at how terrifyingly strong the Super Master Suture Monster truly was.

To Fang Xiaocao, its strength was almost frightening.

Watching Tom, now facing off alone against the Suture Monster.

The danger escalated instantly.

Fang Xiaocao panicked and hastily whipped out hidden weapons to provide remote support for Tom.

Though Fang Xiaocao knew her hidden weapons were unlikely to hurt the Suture Monster,

she couldn’t afford to think about that now.

If her hidden weapons could buy Tom even a momentary reprieve and help relieve the pressure from the Suture Monster, Fang Xiaocao would feel satisfied.

No one could take on the Suture Monster one-on-one.

Unless Taotie could wake up right now.

Otherwise, the group could only aim to hold the Suture Monster off.

Surviving its attacks would already be a blessing.

Nevermind defeating or killing it.

Even the carefree Fang Xiaocao felt that trying to kill the Suture Monster was nothing short of a delusional fantasy.

Fang Xiaocao was now contemplating who to sacrifice in order to stall the Suture Monster and give Tom enough time to drive away with Taotie and herself.

She didn’t need much time.

Just a few minutes would suffice!

Enough for Tom to drive them far from the Suture Monster.

But each choice felt unbearable; Unhappy, Mantis—they were all comrades. Fang Xiaocao genuinely didn’t know whom she should abandon to undertake this fatal task.

Whoosh—

A shadow streaked by. Finally, Unhappy, who had vanished into the weeds, re-emerged.

Clutching his waist, Mantis also forced himself back onto his feet, his unyielding expression resolute as he charged headlong at the Suture Monster, aiming to ease the mounting pressure on Tom.

The Suture Monster sneered throughout, full of disdain.

To it, Tom and his team’s attacks were akin to mere tickling.

After so long, the Suture Monster’s defenses—at most—were barely scratched, without even a single drop of blood spilled.

It had the liberty to err countless times—none of their onslaughts could penetrate its defense.

But for Tom and his team, with every mistake, life and death hung precariously in the balance, threatening to send them to Hell to greet their grandmother.

This was the sheer disparity in power, the essence of brute strength overwhelming finesse. In the face of absolute power, no flashy techniques could bridge the gap.

The Suture Monster was a Super Master. Tom and his team were merely top-level masters. The courage to stare down the Suture Monster and engage in prolonged combat was already remarkable—anyone hearing of their feat wouldn’t mock them; they’d instead praise and marvel.

This wasn’t something just anyone could accomplish.

A weaker opponent, slower to react—

Might have had their skull crushed in just three to five exchanges.

And this was precisely why Fang Xiaocao had only dared to provide long-range support with hidden weapons, avoiding direct combat and daring not to attempt hypnotism with the Blood Jade Ring on the Suture Monster.

Given Fang Xiaocao’s skill and resilience.

She had no trouble dealing with top-tier masters.

But against a Super Master, it was akin to when she was weaker and had faced Taotie alone.

Hypnotism wouldn’t work, fighting would be futile—even at first glance, her chances were already lost.

Watching Tom and his team sustain wounds yet fight desperately against the Suture Monster, Fang Xiaocao found herself pacing in circles from worry, like a small donkey tethered to a grindstone.

Bang—

A loud crash broke Fang Xiaocao’s anxious pacing.

Fang Xiaocao looked up, her thoughts instantly entangled in chaos. Tom had been thrown from the battlefield by the Suture Monster, violently smashing into a car.

The already battered car suffered further damage, its roof now caving deeply into the cabin.

Lying atop the deformed car was Tom, on the brink of defeat.

His golden hair, once shining, was now messy and wild like dry roadside weeds, strewn haphazardly. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, staining his clothes crimson.

Tom struggled to rise, attempting several times but failing each time, eventually collapsing weakly back onto the car rooftop. A distinct, clear footprint adorned his chest—the mark of the blow that had incapacitated him.