Master of Kaidan
Chapter 369: Rock Style Streamer

Chapter 369: Chapter 369: Rock Style Streamer

Dunn sprayed the so-called weed killer at the ghost with a deadpan serious expression, creating a comedic effect that was even more overwhelming than those exaggerated and goofy facial expressions.

It felt as if a man who looked just like a chainsaw killer was wildly swinging a huge saw dripping with a vibrant red, sticky liquid, splattering red juice everywhere. Yet, you knew full well that he was actually making tomato sauce.

As a result, any new viewers who entered the live stream due to its high popularity couldn’t help but get the immediate impression that "this streamer must be seriously ill."

But as they continued to watch the clips and videos or learned what was actually happening, their cognition flipped to "the ghost that can be chased and sprayed with weed killer must be the one that’s seriously ill."

However, Dunn obviously didn’t care what the viewers were thinking at that moment. He carried the metal tube and chased after the ghost, which had turned into a tumbling tumbleweed, spraying wildly.

As he sprayed, he also said to the viewers,

"Although it seems the weed killer can restrain this guy, the client has tasked us with capture, not killing. So the streamer must figure out a way to capture this thing. But as everyone can see, it’s just too big; ordinary cling wrap can’t hold it. Luckily, I’ve already checked the distribution of the garbage around here during my tactical retreat. Now, we need to drive the ghost to ’that place.’"

[What tactical retreat? You were clearly knocked flying!]

[That’s right, I can bear witness. I saw it with my own eyes! You were slapped into braying like a donkey!]

[True, true, I was there at the scene!]

[There it is, the live scene weirdo!]

[How is the holographic mode not live?]

...

While Dunn was energetically chatting with the barrage of comments, he suddenly paused his movements. Then, he vigorously shook the metal tube in his hand, and a sense of awkward embarrassment began to ferment.

Even though there was no explanation, all the viewers realized something through his exaggerated, humorous, and amusing motions —

The weed killer ran out!

The ghost, who had been scampering around holding its head, subconsciously took a couple of steps forward, then suddenly felt like something was amiss. Its branches, rolling like tumbleweed, came to an abrupt halt; it turned its twenty-one-eyed dice head sharply around. Even though it lacked anything that could be called an expression, the viewers somehow saw a gradually deranged and malicious smile.

It was probably like the face Tom made when he realized that whatever Jerry was chasing him with had broken.

Watching the ghost turn its head toward him, Dunn awkwardly tossed the weed killer aside, placed his hands behind his back, and gave a shy smile. Then, amidst the encircling branches closing in from all directions, he blurted out a succinct, clear exclamation —

"Crap!"

And so, without any warning, the roles of hunter and hunted switched in an instant.

Thorn-covered branches continuously struck at Dunn, but Dunn, clutching his head, was solely focused on running forward, grabbing items from the roadside and tossing them behind him at the pursuing Gambler.

Even so, he could only dodge the main branches that looked menacingly powerful, while the smaller branches seemed impossible to avoid.

Cracks spread across the earth, their unstoppable power seemingly telling all the viewers that these were not mere playthings without force. However, when the branches, which could slice through high-strength concrete like tofu, whipped the Streamer’s body, they couldn’t even leave a red mark. These attacks that only managed to tear open his coat further convinced viewers of the Streamer’s belief that "if you’re not afraid, you can be Impenetrable."

Then, the Gambler learned his lesson.

Twelve branches, as thick as bowls, swung almost simultaneously, but they did not target the running Dunn. Instead, like a gambler going all-in, they swept up all the surrounding "garbage", leaving Dunn to snatch at the air with a sheepish smile, then he flew forward.

This time, however, the flung Streamer didn’t bray like a donkey as before. Caught by a drone that was barely remaining airborne amidst the flying garbage, he let out a defiant roar:

"You fell for it! Gambler! This is my escape route!"

In a world without JoJo, the viewers couldn’t understand the Streamer’s referenced joke, but they understood very well that this Streamer had a tough mouth—Dude, your clothes are blown to shreds, you know?!

The naked Dunn Streamer drew an ungraceful arc through the air and, amidst wild laughter, smashed into a garbage mountain in the distance. Underneath the sound of metal collisions and scattering parts, the viewers recognized the type of garbage there—

Home appliances.

"Haha, haha, hahahahahaha..."

Following the classic three-phase laughter, Streamer Dunn walked out of the smoke. Like Lu Bu wielding his halberd, he held a stand fan that was one and a half meters tall, its head tilted towards the ground, while in his left hand, he held a portable car vacuum cleaner tucked into his crotch. With only underwear covering him, the scene was utterly bizarre.

But the Gambler who followed closely obviously couldn’t appreciate the humor of this style like the viewers in the live broadcast could. It swung a refrigerator, ready to use it as a hammer to give Dunn a taste of materialist shock.

However, Dunn, like Dio who had inhaled the poison of the Qiao Brothers, let out a wild, taunting laugh and pressed the button on the fan.

Thanks to the peculiar technology of the cyber world, the battery-powered stand fan suddenly revved up, its wind blowing loudly as Dunn swung it like a polearm, sweeping up debris and dust along with it.

Though the visual was bizarre, viewers slowly realized something wasn’t right, because beneath this unusual scene, there was a terrifying wind speed that the fan should not be capable of reaching.

The Gambler’s branches rattled in the wind, the refrigerator, already in mid-swing, got lifted by the gusts. Dunn took two steps forward and with both arms, gave the fan a proper knock towards the ground. The d24 steel casing of the fan cracked open on cue, turning what was an ordinary stand fan into a fearsome circular saw!

The buzzing rotation and the violent wind, coupled with the swirling dust and gravel, formed a visible wind belt. At that moment, Dunn looked like the person at the front of a dragon dance procession, holding the Dragon Ball, leading an impossibly scientific wind belt that tore branch after branch from the Gambler.

[How come I think this bare guy looks cool?]

[Is there something wrong with my aesthetics?]

[Crap! My son started going crazy with a stand fan!]

[Never mind your son, when I came to my senses, I was holding a stand fan too...]