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Chapter 309: Old Messy Hair, Stop Running!

Chapter 309: Chapter 309: Old Messy Hair, Stop Running!

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh..."

Suddenly, Sharuk’s arms extended straight out as countless ox hair silver needles, like pear blossoms in a torrent, surged towards Xiao Zheng, threatening to overwhelm and kill him with their extensive coverage.

"Golden Bone San, you do have some skills."

As the needles flew towards him like a light drizzle, Xiao Zheng’s pupils contracted. In his eyes, they moved tangibly slow, like snails.

"Mere insect tricks, and yet you dare call yourself the Divine Needle King—ridiculous!"

Xiao Zheng’s body, swift as a cheetah, dodged to the side at lightning speed, elegantly evading the ox hair silver needles.

"Bang bang bang!"

With a piercing whistling sound, the needles tore through the air and thudded into a nearby cluster of bushes, leaving crater-like holes that emitted wisps of white smoke.

"Meow..."

An unlucky passing cat caught in the fray was hit by a needle. It managed only a pitiful cry before collapsing, bleeding from all orifices and dying.

Moreover, its body emitted a steaming vapor, hissing as it quickly dissolved into a pool of bloody water that seeped into the earth, leaving not even skin or bones behind.

Holy shit! No wonder, no wonder.

So it was this vicious. The silver needles, tainted with poison, were extremely lethal. To say that Sharuk’s martial arts surpassed Divine Axe Annie, Xiao Zheng didn’t believe it; but if talking about killing power alone, he far outstripped Annie.

Xiao Zheng broke out in a cold sweat, grateful for his timely evasion. Had he not dodged, by now he too might have been reduced to a puddle of blood, vanishing into thin air.

Indeed, a master of the Blood Sect from East Nan Ya—such violent poison was unheard of, unseen, and utterly indefensible.

"You despicable scoundrel, using such treacherous hidden weapons—death is too kind for you!"

"Hehehe..." Sharuk laughed uproariously, his countenance turning stone-cold: "What of the Evil God? If you come into contact with my silver needles, you’re dead just the same."

"Motherfucker, acting all proud now, are you?"

Xiao Zheng finally lost his temper, his face growing terrifyingly grim. A poisoner like this needed to be eliminated swiftly and not allowed to bring calamity upon the innocent.

With a powerful stomp of his feet, he soared into the sky, rocketing towards Sharuk, his robes billowing with a crackling sound.

Sharuk roared, "Bring it on!"

He immediately fired another barrage of silver needles at Xiao Zheng, their blue light sinisterly flickering, even faster than the last volley.

"Fuck!"

Xiao Zheng had no choice but to change direction, for otherwise, his end would have been dire, akin to being vaporized from existence, dissipated into nothingness.

He stomped his left foot against his right and, like utilizing the Cloud Stepping technique, shifted to the side using the force.

Just then, a needle whizzed past his ear, narrowly avoiding his downfall.

Finally, he landed on the ground and glared coldly at Divine Needle King, his teeth clenched, "Old hag, do you know any other tricks, or is this all you fucking have?"

"Hahaha, you Huaxia have an old saying, ’One move, fresh, conquers all under heaven.’ What, can’t accept it?" Sharuk seemed to see victory within reach, his eyes shining with sharp light, his tone becoming increasingly boisterous.

"Old bastard, very good! Let’s see how many needles you have left. They’ll run out eventually."

Xiao Zheng was wary but not scared. His body moved unpredictably like a water snake, his movement technique so agile it was hair-raising, as he charged directly at Sharuk.

"Evil God, it’s futile! I have needles in abundance, like ox hair—it won’t run out even by dawn," Sharuk laughed crazily, then sinisterly proposed, "Better hand over the Golden Bone. I’ll deprive you of your martial arts and spare your life."

Otherwise, I’ll make sure you have neither the sky to ascend to, nor the earth to enter."

Actually, Sharuk was also anxious. In the past, a single throw of his silver needles would have been enough to kill an opponent outright, but now, he missed not once but repeatedly.

Saying he wouldn’t run out of needles was just a tactic to shake Xiao Zheng’s confidence.

Xiao Zheng was speechless at such a difficult opponent, a first for him, truly leaving him at a loss for how to proceed.

He knew that the quantity of silver needles must be limited, or else he would indeed be in a tough spot.

"As plentiful as cow hair, eh? Then let’s fight it out until dawn!"

Xiao Zheng’s momentum surged to its peak, careful not to make the slightest mistake as his life was at stake.

You want my Golden Bone? Heh, only if you can live to claim it!

He charged time after time, while Sharuk flung his silver needles over and over. After more than an hour of back-and-forth struggle, neither could gain the upper hand.

Finally, Sharuk ran out of silver needles. He shouted, "Stop! I have something to say!"

"Hmm?"

Xiao Zheng was on guard against this old poisoner, knowing that the slightest relaxation could mean death by poisoning.

Even as they spoke, he stayed crouched, guardedly vigilant.

"What more could you have to say, scruffy San? Go join Hozon!"

"You brat, you..."

"Bang..."

In the moment Sharuk let his guard down, Xiao Zheng pounced like a lion hunting a rabbit, kicking Sharuk so hard that his body rapidly retreated in a stumbling, awkward mess.

Sharuk staggered back more than a dozen steps before he managed to stop, feeling a piercing pain in his left ribs where he suspected they were broken.

Damn, what a ruthless kid, with such an overwhelming force.

Xiao Zheng stood firm, his eyes scornful, the mocking smile on his face. "Old man, aren’t you going to shoot? If you don’t, then you’re a coward!"

"You son of a..."

"Heh, coward, take a punch from Mr. Xiao!"

It’s said that you should kick a man when he’s down, and Xiao Zheng knew this well. Like a missile, he blasted toward Sharuk with a torrential momentum, aiming for a fatal strike.

"Crack..."

Sharuk failed to dodge and took another hit, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood as he felt several more ribs break.

Damn it, I’ll certainly die if this goes on!

What am I doing here? I came to extend my life with the Golden Bone; it would be a complete loss if I died here instead.

Thinking this, Sharuk turned and ran, like a startled gazelle fleeing a pursuing lion.

He took a dark little bottle from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and poured all of its contents into his mouth.

"Corpse oil, oh, corpse oil, add your essence to my body!"

Some incantation seemed to be at work, as his frame slowly swelled, his legs becoming thicker, making him run even faster.

"Boy, do you really think you can catch me? Utterly delusional."

"Old man, if you’re so tough, stop running! Stand and fight!"

Xiao Zheng sensed the corpse oil’s scent once more, and he became all the more determined to kill Sharuk. He pursued single-mindedly, devoid of any personal desires or distractions.

This guy must not be spared! He’s clearly a monstrous old fiend!

One chased while the other fled, their speeds surpassing those of lightning, faster than cars, dazzling onlookers.

Sharuk’s gaze flickered as he headed towards the city center. With the large crowds there, he could escape comfortably through the throngs of people.

"Yes, that will do! Let’s see how the boy finds me there. Once my disciples come to rescue me, with thousands of silver needles, we will easily claim his life!"