I Received Messages From Future Self!
Chapter 609 - 605: Start Fighting With Everything They’ve Got

Chapter 609: Chapter 605: Start Fighting With Everything They’ve Got

Facing the vicious and hostile Taotie, King Yanluo’s face turned pale with fear.

"Damn, he’s coming for me."

King Yanluo cursed inwardly, spun around without a second thought, and bolted.

Who’s he kidding? His old bones sure couldn’t withstand Taotie’s rampage.

As for working loyally for the pawnshop, that was just a joke.

At this point, even if he openly defected, it wouldn’t matter.

The pawnshop was barely hanging on itself; who had the resources to send people after a Super Master like him?

If they had the manpower and resources, they should be worrying about how to survive this crisis instead.

Should the pawnshop somehow miraculously survive this disaster, King Yanluo wasn’t too worried either.

Worst-case scenario, he’d simply return to the pawnshop.

Do they really have the guts to turn away a Super Master just because he defected?

And it’s even less likely they’d retaliate against him—any Jianghu Force wise enough would know that angering a Super Master is pure folly.

Besides, judging by the current situation, it looks highly probable that the pawnshop’s going down.

Whether it can even recover is another question entirely.

King Yanluo, a sly old fox, had already calculated it all down to the finest details.

When it’s time to slip away, he’ll slip away. Who cares about the life and death of a force?

If this place doesn’t want me, there’s always another that will.

Worst-case scenario, he’ll simply join another force and continue enjoying his retirement.

He’s a Super Master; what reason does he have to worry about finding a place to live it up?

Wherever he goes, he’d be worshipped like a god by these forces.

"Hey?"

"You old bastard, don’t you dare run!"

When Taotie saw King Yanluo fleeing without a fight, he immediately shouted and chased after him.

After all, he’d finally found a toy—he wouldn’t let it escape easily.

He ran, Taotie chased. He had nowhere to run.

"You little bastard, how much do you even earn a month?"

"Is it really worth your time to bully an old man like me?"

Seeing Taotie hot on his heels, King Yanluo was almost coughing blood in frustration.

"You old bastard, I’m dead set on you today."

"If I don’t kill you, I won’t be able to eat or sleep in peace."

Taotie, the Mouth-strong King, was truly invincible in verbal sparring. When it came to mouth Kung Fu, he feared no one.

King Yanluo dared to insult him—did he really think Taotie would let him off?

With verbal firepower fully unleashed, he launched a relentless verbal assault.

This was a classic case of tit-for-tat, word-for-word retaliation.

King Yanluo, after all, wasn’t getting any younger—his stamina and speed had clearly seen better days.

After his brutal fight with Taotie earlier, his physical endurance was already hugely drained.

Now, with Taotie hunting him down, he couldn’t last long.

Before long, he started feeling short of breath, chest tightness, unable to keep running.

King Yanluo struggled a little longer, but eventually, he couldn’t keep up the pace.

He had no other choice but to slow down his flight—if he kept running at full speed, he’d only shave off what was left of his lifespan.

"You old bastard, tired already?"

Seeing King Yanluo slowing down, Taotie chuckled.

He leisurely followed behind him, teasing in an amused tone.

King Yanluo took a deep breath and refrained from arguing back or exchanging insults with Taotie.

Now wasn’t the time for sulking—if he wanted to live, he’d have to endure, and endure, and endure some more.

King Yanluo tried to plaster a smile on his face that looked worse than crying: "Big bro, can we talk for a moment?"

Taotie laughed mockingly upon hearing this address from King Yanluo.

"Oh, really?"

"Since when did I become your big brother?"

"Weren’t you just calling me a little bastard earlier?"

Taotie’s sarcasm nearly brought King Yanluo to tears.

He wished he could slap himself hard across the face.

"Why on earth did you have to provoke this little bastard?"

King Yanluo cursed himself for his loose tongue.

"Misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding."

"Big bro, you have the aura of a dragon among men—you’re destined to dominate someday."

"Show mercy to this poor old man and let me go like the wind."

King Yanluo struggled to appear weak and helpless, hoping to evoke even a shred of sympathy from Taotie.

But was Taotie the type to have sympathy?

Well, let’s just say Taotie loved animals—a meal wasn’t complete without them.

Would that count as being "compassionate," though?

Say Taotie had "love in his heart," and even pigs would laugh their heads off.

Hearing King Yanluo’s words, Taotie flashed a toothy grin at him: "I’ve known that all along."

In the next second.

The sword in Taotie’s hand swung fiercely at King Yanluo’s neck.

"Holy crap!"

"You little bastard—you’re not playing fair!"

Taotie’s zero-frame attack caught King Yanluo off guard completely.

If he hadn’t dodged fast enough, he’d already be starring as the Headless Knight right now.

Heh heh—

Taotie let out a mischievous laugh: "I’ve lived this long without ever having morals."

Before King Yanluo could react, Taotie struck again, sword flashing without pause.

The glinting blade surrounded all of King Yanluo’s vital points in an instant.

Every strike was aimed at taking his life.

King Yanluo’s face turned pale as he frantically tried to parry the blows.

But no matter how hard King Yanluo fought back, he was eventually struck in the abdomen by one of Taotie’s blades.

Blood gushed forth, staining his clothes.

"Damn it. If you’re so hell-bent on killing me, then I’ll make sure to drag you down with me!"

Clutching his bleeding abdomen, King Yanluo roared with fury, his expression twisted with hatred.

In the next moment.

King Yanluo’s aura surged drastically, and his previously frail frame suddenly expanded like an inflating balloon.

Seeing King Yanluo’s transformation, Taotie instinctively grew more alert.

As a fellow Super Master, Taotie knew exactly what that transformation signified.

This was the hallmark of a Super Master burning through their lifespan to go all-out in desperation.

Of course, Taotie wasn’t overly concerned.

Because even if King Yanluo went all-out, he still wouldn’t be a match for Taotie.

When a Super Master burns through their life force to sustain combat strength, it’s usually because they’ve already exhausted their stamina completely.

This temporary surge in combat power may bring an increase, but it doesn’t last long.

Unless this Super Master is fully committed to dying, they could barely sustain this state for ten minutes max.

If they push beyond that, their body’s core vitality would deplete rapidly, causing the organs to fail prematurely.

Even if they managed to survive, their days as a warrior would be over.

Would they even be able to live a normal, self-sufficient life? That’d depend on luck.

"Now we’re talking!"

"Prepare to die!"

Taotie sneered, his signature catchphrase rolling off his tongue effortlessly.

In the next instant.

Taotie and King Yanluo moved in unison.

To be fair, King Yanluo’s battle strength had indeed seen a notable uptick after going all-out.

Taotie could clearly sense the improvement in King Yanluo’s reflexes, speed, and strength compared to before.

But for Taotie, a weakling was always a weakling.

No matter how much they improved, it was just a slightly tougher weakling.

They simply couldn’t pose any real threat to him.