I Received Messages From Future Self!
Chapter 577 - 573: Unhappy to Make a Move

Chapter 577: Chapter 573: Unhappy to Make a Move

The City God sensed Tom’s intention.

He immediately changed his move, twisting the steel whip.

He thrust the tip of the steel whip toward Tom.

The target was directly aimed at the back of Tom’s head.

Though the tip of the steel whip was smooth, it was still made of iron, and with the City God’s strength, this blow, if it hit, would be enough to pierce a hole in the back of Tom’s head.

Tom immediately bent over, pressing his entire body close to his legs, narrowly avoiding the City God’s lethal strike.

But at the same time, he placed himself in a desperate position.

If the City God were to bring the steel whip down from above.

Tom in his current position had no way to dodge.

At best, he’d take a direct hit to the back.

The steel whip was a heavy, armor-breaking weapon.

On ancient battlefields, even an armored general struck by such a whip would, even if their armor held, sustain severe internal injuries—at best, bones broken and tendons torn; at worst, death from untreated internal wounds, coughing up blood.

At this moment, though Tom was wearing a bullet-proof light armor, whether it could withstand such a strike was still uncertain.

As expected!

The City God swung his steel whip, just as anticipated.

The steel whip swept toward Tom’s spine and the back of his head.

Tom was utterly cornered.

With his body bent in a split stance, he had no way to make an effective dodge in time.

If he stood up, his skull would shatter.

If he didn’t, he’d have to take the hit on his back.

And that seemed to be the best possible outcome.

However—

Tom had a third way!

And that was Unhappy!

In the blink of an eye, a figure charged in.

It was none other than Unhappy, who had been lying in ambush atop a tree for a long time.

Just as the steel whip was about to strike Tom’s back, Unhappy lunged from the side, ramming into the City God.

Seeing Tom trapped in such danger, the City God’s lips curled into a smug smile.

He seemed to already envision the scene of Tom’s skull shattering, dying a grisly death under his steel whip.

But the next second!

The City God’s expression changed dramatically.

He turned his head in astonishment toward his side.

All he saw was Unhappy, already pouncing onto his face.

With a headbutt, Unhappy sent the unprepared City God flying.

Unhappy landed, then crawled low and darkly.

He quickly closed the distance to the fallen City God.

Tom also got up quickly, exhaling a long breath.

That was truly too close just now.

If Unhappy had been even a split-second slower.

He would’ve been severely injured if not dead.

He even felt as if he had heard the voice of God calling him.

The City God performed a kip-up, springing to his feet. But before he could retrieve his steel whip that had flown out of his hand, Unhappy, crawling darkly, had already approached him.

Seeing there was no time to grab the steel whip, the City God gritted his teeth and lashed a low sweeping kick at Unhappy.

Unhappy’s speed was incredible; the moment the City God raised his leg, Unhappy had already reacted.

With a powerful push of all four limbs, he sprang into the air.

He lunged at the City God midair.

The City God was shocked and immediately switched his move.

With both fists forming a double strike, he aimed at Unhappy’s ribs as he lunged midair.

If this strike hit, Unhappy’s ribs would undoubtedly snap with a crack.

The broken ribs would follow the force of the City God’s punch, piercing into Unhappy’s internal organs.

With both lungs impaled by multiple ribs, in this remote forest far from civilization, no matter how resilient Unhappy’s body might be, he’d only be left to die.

Surviving even a second longer would be pure torment.

With a beast’s instinct for battle, Unhappy immediately sensed the incoming danger.

Unhappy twisted his body forcibly midair, dodging the City God’s attack.

The law of survival for wild beasts was to avoid injury whenever possible—in the wild, injury was tantamount to death. Unhappy lived by this law as well.

Unless it concerned Fang Xiaocao’s safety, Unhappy rarely risked his life.

This time was no exception.

Forcibly lunging at the City God, at best, would only result in mutual injury.

More likely, Unhappy would be critically wounded and nearing death, while the City God would only sustain minor injuries.

Unhappy’s core strength was immense. Despite being midair, he could still execute a high-difficulty spinning maneuver, seamlessly transitioning into a midair kicking thrust.

In the air, Unhappy looked like a giant toad.

Both legs shot out powerfully, kicking straight toward the City God.

The City God instantly adapted, raising both arms to shield his chest.

He braced himself to take Unhappy’s kick head-on.

Bam—

The City God was kicked back several steps by Unhappy.

Unhappy took advantage of the momentum and leaped several meters away, landing like a toad.

Unhappy quickly turned around, staring at the City God.

The City God steadied himself as well, warily watching Unhappy while his gaze drifted toward the steel whip on the ground.

The City God had read Unhappy’s profile before.

He knew how terrifying Unhappy was.

Going against Unhappy barehanded.

Only death awaited him.

Not to mention Tom, lurking nearby with intent.

If the City God wanted to survive, he had to retrieve the steel whip; otherwise, he’d face certain death.

The City God glanced at Tom.

He estimated Tom’s distance from him.

Unhappy was three or four meters away.

Tom was a good six or seven meters away.

If he was fast enough, the City God believed he could grab the steel whip, but at the cost of taking a hit from Unhappy—possibly resulting in a fractured bone.

Between injury and survival, the City God resolutely chose the latter.

As long as the injuries weren’t fatal, relying on the steel whip’s armor-breaking advantage as a heavy weapon, the City God had confidence he could take on both of them.

Even if he couldn’t kill Unhappy and Tom.

He could fight as he retreated. As long as he escaped just one kilometer, he’d reach the next ambush point.

There, he’d be saved, and perhaps even join forces with his comrades at the ambush point to take down Unhappy and Tom.

The City God calculated furiously in his mind.

But he didn’t consider—was one kilometer really a distance he could escape unscathed?

The City God gritted his teeth and sprang into action.

He dove toward the steel whip lying on the ground.

Seeing the City God’s move, Tom immediately grasped his intent.

"Unhappy, stop him!"

Tom shouted at Unhappy.

Hearing Tom’s command, Unhappy immediately moved, lunging toward the City God.

Just as the City God’s hand was mere centimeters away from the steel whip, Unhappy grabbed him and slammed him into a nearby tree.

Bam—

A muffled crash resounded as the City God’s back hit the tree.

A shower of leaves fell.

The impact left the City God dizzy and disoriented.

His chest tightened painfully.

He almost spat out blood.

Unhappy opened his mouth, aiming for the City God’s neck.

The City God was horrified and immediately turned his head to dodge.

At the same time, he used all his strength in both arms, trying to break free from Unhappy’s fierce grip.

But Unhappy held on too tightly.

No matter how the City God struggled, he couldn’t free himself.

Missing the first bite, Unhappy grew even more irritated and bared his teeth, aiming to bite again.

The City God, desperate, rammed his head into Unhappy’s.

Unhappy, unbothered, abandoned his attempt at biting the City God’s neck and instead sank his teeth into a piece of the City God’s scalp. The City God’s face twisted in pain.

But he dared not relax for even a second, continuing to use headbutts against Unhappy. After all, compared to being bald, being bitten in the neck clearly posed a much greater threat—something the clever City God could discern.

Seeing the City God locked in Unhappy’s grasp, Tom let out a breath of relief. He stepped forward and picked up the steel whip from the ground. Giving it a few trial swings, he found it heavy but with a satisfying heft.

With the steel whip in hand, Tom advanced toward the City God.

The City God, still grappling with Unhappy, noticed Tom approaching with the steel whip. His face sank into despair as he stared at the weapon in Tom’s grip...