In fact, at the final moment of his second failure, he had also heard the same words. Back then, Little Fatso had just been tortured to death by Sahadun. Sahadun had walked towards him, and as he slowly closed his eyes, he heard the words — The Hero is here.
But following that, the fiery voice of "Make your choice, youth" resounded in his mind. As such, he did not even have the time to look at the Hero that came late, as time flowed back to the moment when the choice appeared.
"If I can last until the Hero arrives, maybe I can be saved?"
This thought became Shi Xiaobai's third choice of [Save Little Fatso]. In order to last until the Hero arrived, he had to think of a way to stall for time.
However, after experiencing the previous two failures, Shi Xiaobai knew very well that they were extremely weak in front of the calamity fiend. They could not withstand the slightest bit of torment. Hence, it was impossible for him to stall for time by deliberately mystifying himself or putting on an act.
But thankfully, the second failure gave Shi Xiaobai two very important pieces of information. The first was naturally that the Hero would come, and the second was that the calamity fiend's name was Sahadun.
Hence, Shi Xiaobai thought of the most likely method of success — flattery. He used the most exaggerated words to praise Sahadun, in an attempt to gain its trust, or at least divert its attention.
The effects exceeded Shi Xiaobai's expectations. The calamity fiend could not withstand flattery. Shi Xiaobai heaved a sigh of relief, but he felt a wave of disgust in his chest. This was because every time he praised Sahadun, he would recall the tragic cries under the setting sun.
The more he praised Sahadun, the angrier he felt. The sadness in his heart could not be suppressed, as though his tears would burst out at any moment. It was as though all the negative emotions were stirring in his stomach, making him want to vomit.
However, Shi Xiaobai knew that not only could he not express his true emotions, he had to pretend to be fervent and devout. This was very, very difficult, but Shi Xiaobai managed to do it.
After obtaining Sahadun's "trust", the first thing he needed to do was to protect Little Fatso's life. Shi Xiaobai was very stupid, so he used the stupidest method, which was also the most despairing method.
Only the Heavens knew that when he kicked Little Fatso, he wished that all of this was just a dream. When he tore apart the hope in Little Fatso's eyes with every sentence, he wished that he could immediately wake up from this painful nightmare.
In fact, he should have beaten Little Fatso even more violently. That way, he could completely erase Sahadun's wariness. But damn it, he couldn't do it. After the kick, he almost collapsed. He was playing the role of an evil character he had always despised, but deep down, he yearned to transform into a hero of justice and defeat Sahadun with one punch.
Dreams were beautiful, but reality was cruel. Shi Xiaobai tried his best. Finally, after racking his brains to come up with a long string of nonsensical incantations, Sahadun finally lost its patience. Shi Xiaobai was no longer able to stop it.
Shi Xiaobai, who was on the brink of despair, still had a sliver of hope in his heart. He was still bitterly waiting for the arrival of a hero. Hence, he turned this sliver of hope into a hoarse shout and call.
The hero had really come.
Shi Xiaobai tried his best to hold back his tears because he knew it was not the time to cry. Although the Hero with the moonblade had blocked Sahadun's scythe-like arm, the battle had just begun. Whether the Hero could defeat the calamity fiend was the most important question.
"Good luck, hero."
Shi Xiaobai clenched his hands tightly as he carefully moved towards Little Fatso who was in the sandpit.
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The Hero who had blocked Sahadun's attack was dressed in a rather peculiar manner. He wore a yellow tight-fitting leather shirt, red boxing gloves, red boots, and a red belt. He even wore a white cape. And what was even stranger was his head. It was completely bald, and it even shone.
It was a bald Hero dressed in a Superman costume.
At this moment, the atmosphere was similarly strange. After Sahadun's scythe-like right arm was blocked, its body began to tremble violently. Its dark green eyes slowly turned red, but not only did it not retract its right arm, its left arm did not have any intention of doing anything else.
Even after the bald Hero slowly retracted his blade, Sahadun's body still maintained the motion of its right arm swinging midway, as though it was a frozen statue.
"How do you want to die? Slash to death with one strike? Or smash to death with one punch? Or … "As the bald Hero said this, his sharp eyes that were filled with killing intent suddenly turned somewhat dull when he retracted his blade. His tensed facial features suddenly softened, making him look somewhat harmless.
"This … This Demon …" Sahadun was trembling as it spoke. Its body trembled even more violently, as though the baldy in front of it was extremely terrifying.
"This Demon, This Demon doesn't want to die!" Sahadun suddenly roared and immediately turned around to flee in the opposite direction. The way it fled was like a stray dog.
Shi Xiaobai was dumbfounded seeing this. He saw the bald Hero raise his blade and aim it at Sahadun, who was about to disappear from his vision, as though he was about to slash down.
"Could it be that he wants to kill the calamity fiend through space?" Shi Xiaobai felt excited watching this. As he looked at the Superman costume of the bald Hero, his eyes were filled with worship.
At this moment, an anxious girl's voice resounded from afar.
"Leave that head to me!"
When the bald Hero heard this voice, he scratched his head and sheathed his blade. Shi Xiaobai was dumbfounded. He looked at Sahadun, who was about to disappear from his vision, and was secretly anxious.
Suddenly, a scene that Shi Xiaobai would never forget appeared.
He saw that the calamity fiend that had tortured him to death, the Sahadun that was so powerful that he had no way of resisting, was like a piece of tofu that had been sliced countless times. In an instant, it shattered into countless tiny pieces.
Shi Xiaobai did not see what had happened, but in that instant, Sahadun had shattered into pieces, turning into a pile of foam.
At the same time, from the end of his vision, a girl was slowly walking towards them.
Due to the distance, Shi Xiaobai could not see the girl's face clearly. However, the girl was dressed in a short-sleeved shirt and shorts. Her fair skin and impressive figure were obvious.
"So cool!" To Shi Xiaobai, it was a moving scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life.
However, he did not stare at it for too long. Instead, he endured the pain in his abdomen and climbed up, walking towards the sandpit.
"Great, Little Fatso … we survived … we …"
Shi Xiaobai, who was walking, slowly came to a halt. This was because he saw Little Fatso retreating in fear. The way he looked at him was filled with fear.
"I hurt him … it's all my fault for being too weak … If I were a little stronger, I would definitely have a better way to protect him." The joy in Shi Xiaobai's eyes gradually dimmed.
"Sorry …" Shi Xiaobai said to Little Fatso. His tone was apologetic as he lowered his head deeply.
"Big Brother …" Suddenly, Little Fatso called out softly.
Shi Xiaobai looked up. That round face that was covered in tears, snot and sand was like a worn out soccer ball under the setting sun, light and heavy.
"Do Heroes … exist?" Little Fatso asked softly.
"Yea!" Shi Xiaobai nodded heavily.
"Big Brother is not lying to me?"
"Yea!"
"Am I … a member of Xiaobai's Hero Squad?"
"Yea!"
"Mommy, Little Mouse, Little Lei and company won't die?"
"Yea!"
"Big Brother, can I call you … Big Brother?"
"Yea!"
"Wa … Wu Wu Wu ~"
His tiny body leaped up from the sandpit and landed in an embrace that was equally small, but was large enough to accommodate him.
In the park at dusk, Little Fatso hugged Shi Xiaobai as he wailed.
Shi Xiaobai, who was desperately holding back his tears, finally could not hold it back any longer. Two streams of tears flowed out from his eyes.
"Wa ~"
At this moment, this thirteen-year-old child was crying his heart out.
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