Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 614 - 17: Successive Deaths (Third Update, 10,000 words)

Chapter 614: Chapter 17: Successive Deaths (Third Update, 10,000 words)

The shrunk Buddha statue moved extremely fast, charging behind the bald prisoner in just a few strides. Its right hand forming into a knife-like shape, it struck with a strong gust of wind towards his back of the head.

The bald prisoner glanced back and darted to the left side then fired a shot in response.

With a bang, the shells were fired, with steel beads embedded into the chest of the Buddha statue. However, it seemed unscathed, its eyes still full of rage, loud grunts escaping out, and it spouted a True Word. A golden ’卍’ symbol shot out, striking the back of the bald prisoner.

"Watch your back." Lin Weiguo warned, which only made him more anxious.

Because he was only concerned about escaping, the bald prisoner couldn’t always keep an eye on what was behind him. He was hit squarely by the golden True Word, and the sound of bones fracturing echoed out. He tumbled forward like a ball smacked with great force.

Scraping along the ground, the bald prisoner was struck nose-first, his nose bleeding profusely. Yet, his years of prison life had accustomed him to the abuse, his resilience astonishing. He grimaced in pain, rolling over onto his stomach.

Boom, the Buddha statue leapt into the air, descending like a meteor, slamming harshly towards the bald prisoner. The ground cracked, stones splintered, and a large cloud of dust ascended.

The sight of the Buddha statue’s legs penetrating the hard blue stone, struck a chill in the newbies—the thought of being stomped into mush, a guaranteed death, was horrific.

However, Tang Zheng and Dantai’s opinions differed, and before they could warn the bald prisoner, high school student Mei Jueye yelled out.

"Great opportunity, shoot his leg, restrict his movements first." It wasn’t that the high school student wanted the bald prisoner to win. He didn’t care about the prisoner’s life or death, he just wanted him to struggle a bit longer, to force out all of the Buddha statue’s abilities. This way, if it was his turn next, his chances of winning would increase.

The bald prisoner, hearing the advice, decisively turned around aiming at the Buddha statue, but it was too late. The Buddha statue had once again leapt into the air, initiating a meteor-like attack.

"Don’t be scared, calm down, you can win." If the Buddha statue just had this much capability, the newbies just needed to calm down to win. But the bald prisoner had thought he was weaker than the Buddha statue from the beginning. Running impulsively from the statue’s attacks, the chances of victory plummeted instantly.

The bald prisoner was anxious and couldn’t hear anything else except for the swoosh of the Buddha statue falling behind him. His continuous short sprints made his breaths quicken and his chest felt as though on fire, uncomfortable. He sensed that he wouldn’t last much longer.

"Dying...is also a form of escape, huh." Under immense pressure, the bald prisoner considered this for a moment, slowing down his actions slightly. However, in the next instant, hope lingered in his heart. He desired to strive, to start anew— yet the Buddha statue shattered that hope instantly.

The Buddha statue missed no opportunity, launching a True Words attack when the prisoner slows down, hitting him right on his calf. The sound of bone fracturing instantly rang out, him screaming as he fell forward.

"Ah, I don’t want ... to die!" The bare-headed prisoner wailed as the Buddha statue landed, shattering his legs, reducing them to a pile of mud.

Looking at the sunlight casting a shadow of the Buddha statue behind him, the bald prisoner wept bitterly, biting down hard on the detonator in his teeth. He knew if he waited any longer, he wouldn’t even have a chance to die together.

"I can’t accept this." The bald prisoner didn’t manage to utter these words even up to his death. With a boom, a fireball rose, engulfing an area with a radius of ten meters.

Dozens of Buddha statues didn’t manage to escape in time, being blown into a pile of shattered pieces, raining down.

Tang Zheng’s group had shifted back early, hence they were unaffected. However, seeing the bald prisoner and Buddha statue perish together, the newbies were deeply shocked, their eyes flickering with thoughts.

"You..." The Immovable Ming King glared at Tang Zheng angrily, pointing a Wisdom Sword at him, preparing to fight to the death.

"What, can’t accept a loss?" Tang Zheng noticed that all the Buddha statues were burning in rage, wishing they could skin them.

"Alright, you’re ruthless. Let’s consider this a draw, onto the next round." The Immovable Ming King directly called out and appointed a three-meter-tall Buddha statue wielding a Double Mace to battle. Clearly, this was a mini-Boss.

Lu Fan saw some Bronze Seeds on the ground and tugged at Tang Zheng’s sleeve. "It seems the Buddha statues can’t see the seeds?"

"We’re going to clean up the battlefield and retrieve our comrade’s body." Tang Zheng didn’t wait for the Immovable Ming King’s agreement, and instructed the Old Soldier to pick up the seeds. He also gauged the power of the Buddha statues. If things continued like this, they could completely annihilate them and collect the seeds.

The Immovable Ming King held back his anger.

The Buddha statue extended a Golden Mace, slowly sweeping across the Trojan Squad, and pointed to a large horse.

The large horse’s face was filled with terror, speaking rapidly in Italian. Remembering they wouldn’t understand, it switched to stammering Chinese. They didn’t expect their sightseeing trip to China to end up in such a strange event.

"I choose you." The Buddha statue didn’t seem interested in wrestling with a woman. The Golden Mace finally pointed at a robust soldier of the Armed Police. "Come, face death."

"Do you have any loved ones back home you can’t let go of?" Tang Zheng repeated the words he said to persuade the bald prisoner. The armed police were more resolute than the prisoners, agreeing without any bargaining.

"Take care of my son and wife, and give them one million. Tell them I’m on a mission and won’t be back for a few years." The armed police let out a sigh, "Strap the bomb on me."