Damn it! Let's smash the darkness together!-Chapter 1162 - 118: Mount!

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Chapter 1162: Chapter 118: Mount!

"Ha, you’re boasting. You make it sound so impressive, but your barrier is only this big, I think your strength is just so-so." Xu Shu dodged the question, sneering, and took the opportunity when Wu Jie’s hands were unusable to grab Wu Jie’s neck and slam her to the ground.

"Interesting. Little donor, your skills may not be great, but your tone sure is."

Wu Jie’s esophagus seemed to grow like tentacles, reconnecting and reattaching her head, while she kept talking: "But let me see if your strength matches your tone!"

The two exchanged verbal barbs continuously, yet the fight with their hands did not stop.

Xu Shu grasped Wu Jie’s neck, striving to pull her head off;

Meanwhile, Wu Jie kept using the tail needles of her hair tips to stab Xu Shu, and slapped him with three extra arms growing from her back.

If Xu Shu were even slightly careless, she might pierce his heart.

As everyone knows, even an "Esoteric Buddhism Tutor" would have their flesh recovery rate affected if beheaded; and for Xu Shu, if he were killed, he would die for sure.

Therefore, the battle was back-and-forth, with neither willing to concede.

The impact of their fight sent rocks flying, iron pipes weathering, and the entire sewer’s filthy water turning over, murky everywhere.

However, as it went on, Wu Jie seemed to gradually gain the upper hand, suppressing Xu Shu under her.

After all, this was her barrier, her "main battlefield"!

And Xu Shu had distanced himself from his teammates, the Recovery Technique from the "Life Player" and the blessing from the "Fallen Apostle" had long since expired.

At this moment, facing the "Esoteric Buddhism Tutor," who was absolutely unlike other professions that would shatter at the first touch, Xu Shu found himself gradually at a disadvantage.

[Today is another day of choosing whom to outlast, let’s see who is chosen?]

[Oh no, you’re choosing yourself!]

[New Calendar Year 19, January 1, Xu Longxiang accidentally returned to his childhood birthplace, encountering an evil nun, a dual-path Yin God as terrifying as a monster, unable to defeat with all his might!]

[At such a critical moment, not only are you overcome with grief, but past events flash before your eyes: the exuberance upon entering a key high school through hard work, the unwillingness when Senior Sister Xinyi turned to someone else’s embrace...]

In an instant, vivid scenes like a slideshow appeared before his eyes.

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Xu Shu’s mouth twitched.

Damn, my life has been a careful tightrope walk, with so many hardships you don’t mention, and you fixate on Senior Sister Xinyi, don’t you?

But continuing to fight like this is not a solution, should I really waste one of my lives to take her down?

How come Narrow Sleeve Guanyin still can’t handle her... Is the power really that different?

Xu Shu felt a heaviness in his heart.

His boldness to leave the team and face this powerful Third Rank Late Stage monster alone wasn’t without backing.

The "Primordial Spirit," which could restrain the Evil Spirit, was his trump card!

Originally, he thought of taking this Yin God monster with the Seven Emotions suffix by surprise, but now it seemed that even the small jade Buddha could not handle her. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Strange, clearly it took no time to stealthily eat Qiansui and the little tiger of the same Third Rank before...

Wait, could it be...

Xu Shu’s eyes darted around, suddenly realizing something crucial, he immediately closed his eyes, tears pouring from their corners.

Seeing him weeping so pitifully, Wu Jie taunted, "Haha, after all, just a junior afraid of death, arrogant when dominant, pleading when at a disadvantage, using vain words!"

"But people everywhere are like this, humans, after all, have limits..."

"All beings struggle in the sea of suffering, boundless and shoreless?"

As she spoke, she suddenly seemed to recall some unbearable past, her voice turned low, as if unintentionally breaking her own defense.

The next second, Wu Jie switched tones: "The donor’s sorrow has been witnessed by this monk, there is no reincarnation in this world, you’d be better off going early, it’s a blessing for a coward like you!"

After speaking, Wu Jie raised the black blade formed from her hair tips, aiming forcefully at Xu Shu’s chest!

This blade carried a powerful evil aura, that even a Dragon Elephant Body couldn’t escape unscathed.

However, the blade that seemed capable of slicing through space emitted a loud clang on Xu Shu’s chest.

Under huge countershock, Wu Jie was sent flying with her feet off the ground, out of control, floating in mid-air.

Iron Armor·Parting Sorrow!

The louder the cries, the higher the defense, and Xu Shu had just perfectly countered!

"It worked!"

Xu Shu opened his eyes abruptly, finding Wu Jie’s two big white legs tightly hooked around his waist, preventing her from being launched away.

In mid-air, Wu Jie bobbed and swayed like a kite, parallel to Xu Shu, the two forming the shape of a "2", with Xu Shu lying horizontally on the ground, and Wu Jie holding him from above.

She still wore a smile, saying: "The donor is fixated, you’re only thinking about escape, your courage has faded, continuing to survive is meaningless, let this monk send you off!"

As her voice fell, Wu Jie’s body surface released more and more blood, forming massive tentacles, about to stab towards Xu Shu.

At this moment of impending danger, Xu Shu suddenly, without warning, threw a punch, hitting Wu Jie hard in the abdomen and crotch.

"Guh!"

Wu Jie, tall and strong, the punch landed precisely, even though she wasn’t fully human anymore, she still felt considerable pain, her eyes bulging.

But what surprised her even more wasn’t this.

Xu Shu casually discarded the mermaid he was wearing, drew out a spear, and fiercely stabbed into Wu Jie’s abdomen.

This spear was like a yellow dragon emerging from the sea, unexpectedly quick, Wu Jie had no chance to dodge, and was immediately pierced.