As the harvester had said, the strongest man did not notice Ye.
Or it could be said that all of the red-eyed rats were staring at the strongest people with murderous gazes.
The strong wanted to snatch a few fried datura fruits.
The weak communicated with their eyes and wanted to work together to deal with the strong.
Even if a few people could share a portion of food, they would have a chance to survive.
Under such circumstances, Ye relied on his agility and easily snuck into the crowd.
At this moment, someone finally discovered his existence.
They let out roars of shock and anger.
These people were afraid of Ye.
Of course, it was not the fear of encountering a ferocious beast.
It was the fear of stepping on dog sh * t.
The Turanians despised cowards the most.
They also believed that cowardice was a disease that was contagious.
Cowardice flowed in the rat people's bodies.
It was just like how baldies were especially sensitive to other people saying "hair".
The red-eyed rat people who yearned to become gladiators, even if it was a consumable in the arena to change their fate, were especially wary of mixing with a coward like Ye.
Not to mention that he had just cried.
There were still traces of tears on his face.
Anyone who was touched by him would be unlucky for three days and three nights.
Immediately, one of the Red-eyed Rat Folk roared loudly, raised his leg, and kicked heavily towards Ye's waist.
Ye had a flash of inspiration. He pretended to panic and did not dodge. He took the kick head-on.
However, he used the shining lines and arrowheads in his body to make his flesh as soft as rubber. He dispelled most of the force and crashed into the depths of the crowd.
This was like a stone stirring up a thousand ripples in a cesspool.
Ye, who fell into the crowd, caused a huge commotion.
No one wanted to touch this coward who spread the plague.
They did not push with all their might and tried to push others between Ye and themselves to act as a meat shield.
They just could not dodge and were hit by Ye. They could only punch and kick him to vent their anger.
The young man shrunk his head and did not make a sound. He kept the dirty water in his mouth and endured the countless punches and kicks that landed on his body like a storm.
However, his heart was clear. He thought of climbing the tallest datura tree in the village when the storm arrived.
He wanted to walk on the shaking branches as if they were walking on flat ground.
The secret was to use one's heart to sense the power surging from different directions, allowing the blood and the storm to fluctuate at the same rhythm, allowing the power to become a friend and not an enemy.
The young man seemed to be in a panic as he fled in the direction of the strongest man.
Someone gave him a heavy kick from behind to help him accelerate. He staggered and crashed into the leader of the brawny men.
The teenager's face was swollen and bruised. He had lost his balance and was about to fall forward and hit the strongest kneecap of the strongest man.
The leading burly man frowned slightly. Obviously, he did not expect this to happen.
However, he did not take the youth seriously. He subconsciously raised his knee, wanting to smash the youth's face full of Datura flowers and send the youth flying.
"Now!
"Lord Reaper is right. Lure the enemy and make the attack you want!
"This is the rhythm I want!"
A starry light flashed in Leaf's eyes.
His legs, which were hidden in the dirty water, instantly swelled up.
His two calves exploded like ripe mandala fruits.
An explosive power was unleashed.
His speed soared to the limit.
His right arm was like the long whip of the Blood Hoofs Warrior's ox tail. During the swing, it instantly doubled in length, making the speed at the end extremely shocking.
The eyes of the strongest man instantly froze.
He subconsciously raised his arm, which was thicker than Leaf's thigh, to block.
However, he did not expect Leaf's arm to become so soft and boneless.
After being blocked, Leaf did not stop attacking. Instead, he used his elbow as a fulcrum and went around his back to stab the liver area.
Swoosh!
The fangs hidden between Leaf's fingers cut a bloody wound on the liver area of the strongest man.
By the standards of the Turanians, this was not a fatal injury.
However, the fierce-looking leader of the group revealed an expression of agony that made him wish he was dead.
"Lord Reaper is right again. This guy is especially afraid of pain!"
Leaf thought as he curled up his body, hugged his head, and crashed into the arms of the strongest man from the right.
His right was the left side of the strongest man.
The space in the underground prison was not big to begin with.
The corner where Meng Chao and Leaf was located was the lowest, had the deepest dirty water, and had the darkest light. No rat people were willing to stay there, so they could get some peace.
The center of the strongest man's cell was not only the highest, it was also the cleanest and freshest place. Every time the fried mandala fruits were thrown in, most of them would fall from the center.
Naturally, this place was filled to the brim with the strongest Rat Folk.
Even if they were usually afraid of the fierceness of the strongest man, no one dared to stick close to him.
But when it came time to fight for the fried mandala fruits, the red-eyed rat people who still had the strength to fight could not care less.
Besides, the chaos Leaf created had stirred up a wave of people among the red-eyed rat people. Many people wanted to take advantage of the situation and squeezed to the center of the cell to try their luck.
In the end, the strongest man was surrounded by people.
Since he was caught off guard, it was difficult for him to turn around and use his incredibly strong right arm and right shoulder to fight against the teenager.
Besides, there was no need for that.
A brutal smile appeared on the strongest man's face.
Over the past few days, he had used his deformed right shoulder and right arm to kill a lot of people who were blind.
'The boy must have noticed this as well, which is why he chose to attack from my left, right?
'But the boy will definitely not be able to guess that my left hand is even more terrifying than my right hand!'
As the strongest man thought of this, thick veins instantly popped up on his left arm.
His knuckles let out cracking sounds, and his knuckles popped out, causing his left hand to look as terrifying as an eagle's claw.
His fingernails also instantly grew longer, and they looked like blood-stained fangs.
He widened his eyes and shouted. His killing intent erupted like magma, and he raised his left arm high in the air. Then, as if he had opened his mouth, he spread his fingers in an attempt to grab the teenager's face. He wanted to crush the teenager's face and dig out his eyes as the price for offending him.
Thud!
But he did not expect that the teenager would not be intimidated by his killing intent. Instead, he would spray a ball of water at the strongest man's eyes.
If Ye's cheeks were bulging and could spray dirty water as soon as they met, the strongest man would definitely be prepared.
But he did not expect that the teenager, who had been punched and kicked for so long, still had a mouthful of water in his mouth.
The dirty water entered his eyes, and he felt a burning pain.
Unable to see the teenager's position, the strongest man's left arm, which was raised high in the air, paused for a moment.
Then, he felt a piercing pain from the fatal old wound under his left armpit that had kept him in bed for half a year.
It was like an icicle piercing into his heart through the old wound.
The strongest man's strength leaked out from the wound like a flood that had burst a dam.
He screamed and curled up in pain.
Then, his face was hit by the teenager's knee. It was as if he had been hit by an adult wild boar. He fell backward, and a few of his teeth flew out.
When he opened his eyes again, he only saw the teenager riding on him. He clenched his fists tightly, and his fangs gleaming with cold light.
Despair and fear finally appeared in the strongest man's eyes.
After all, he was just a rat man. He was not a professional warrior who had received off-the-job training all year round.
Even if he had fought against totem beasts deep in the mountains and forests, he had not learned how to talk and laugh in the face of death.
The leader of the group no longer had any of his fiendish aura.
He was just like the rat men he had defeated in the past. He wailed and trembled in fear.
His gaze made Ye hesitate.
The same gaze had appeared on his mother, big brother, the uncle with missing front teeth, the muddle-headed old man, An Jia, Tutu, and all the villagers.
He saw the reflection in the strongest man's eyes.
Ye seemed to be looking at himself. He looked like the Minotaur Warrior with broken horns.
Her appearance made him hesitate.
His fangs were stuck in his fist, and he could not bring it down no matter what.
And it was this moment of hesitation that caused the situation to change 180 degrees.
The strongest man let out a strange cry and suddenly threw Ye to the ground. Then, he turned the tables and rode on Ye.
After all, this was the teenager's first real battle.
No matter how attentive Meng Chao was in teaching him, it was impossible for him to instantly turn him into a calm and precise killing machine.
Ye had used too little strength when he struck the strongest man's left armpit, and he was not precise enough. He only used the pain to numb his opponent for a moment.
But he was too softhearted and did not seize the fleeting chance.
Because of that, his efforts were in vain. The strongest man grabbed him by the throat and pressed him into the dirty water. He could not breathe.
The situation took a turn for the worse.
Ye felt incredibly vexed.
He struggled with all his might, but it was useless. Instead, the strongest man punched him in the face a few times, which made him dizzy. He could only open his mouth and let a large amount of dirty water enter his mouth.
The strongest man spread his left fingers again.
His eagle-like claws shone with a brutal, cold glare.
The teenager's brain, heart, and organs were frozen by the chill of death.
At that moment, something happened.
A thunderous explosion suddenly came from the top of the strongest man's head.
Someone had taken advantage of the fact that he was unable to restrain his anger and had focused all his attention on the young man to deliver a vicious punch to the back of his head.
The sound of bones cracking could be heard from the head of the leader of the brawny men.
He screamed and hugged his head while rolling to the side. He even spat out the two deep-fried Datura Fruits he had stuffed into his mouth.
From "second" to "fifth", and even "sixth" and below, the red-eyed rat people all swarmed forward, firmly pressing down on the leader of the pack.
Some of them punched and kicked him to vent their displeasure because the strongest man had snatched too many deep-fried Datura Fruits two days ago.
Some of them tore at the remaining two deep-fried Datura Fruits from the strongest man's hands, who instinctively curled up into a ball.
But no one pounced on Ye.
After all, the teenager did not have any deep-fried Datura Fruits in his hands. Why would they pounce on him?
Ye crawled out of the dirty water in a flurry.
He clutched his torn throat and gasped for air with great difficulty and pain.
When he finally managed to catch his breath …
The strongest man was completely submerged by the angry, red-eyed rat people.
Ye watched this scene in a daze.
It was as if he instantly understood the principles behind the game.
"The harvester guessed correctly again," the teenager mumbled to himself.
The young man muttered to himself, his tone filled with reverence.
At that moment, Meng Chao's image in the teenager's heart became incredibly tall and mysterious.
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