The giant golden mosquitoes were faster than him. As he ran, he also had to use the Eighteen Palm Strikes to chase away nearly ten giant golden mosquitoes that were chasing at the very front.
Fortunately, his moves and the giant mosquitoes' attributes countered each other. Although he couldn't slap them to death, he could still easily send them flying.
After a while, he successfully rushed to the bottom of the wall. When he looked back, dozens of big fellows were still chasing him. The needles were even shining with a dazzling cold light. It was a very frightening sight.
"Bite him to death!"
"Sting him to death!"
"Suck him dry!"
"Suck this lowly slave dry!"
"Eat this bald head!"
Chen Guang's ears twitched. He had a dumbfounded look on his face.
Thank you, Holy Grail, for being so considerate. When the mission segment changed, you actually prepared such a unique setting for me. Even the mosaic NPC audience's lines were changed. I really shouldn't have complained about the poor quality of the mosaic NPC. Your special care really touched me!
While he was letting his imagination run wild, the ink-black energy that he shot out suddenly turned into even finer and thicker pinky fingers.
These energy seemed to be strange. After he shot them out, they did not quickly dissipate. Instead, they condensed and floated in the air. They did not look like inner energy, but more like flying catkins floating in the air.
He finally reached the third move of the Eighteen Palm Strikes. This move was called "Seeing the Mosquitoes in the Field". He couldn't tell anyone. He really couldn't tell anyone.
Before the giant mosquitoes rushed to his side, he actually used this strange palm strike to set up a strange big net that floated in front of him.
Of course, if one looked closely, they would also see that the big net was still constantly dissipating. It was just that the speed at which it dissipated was not as fast as the speed at which Chen Guang replenished it with new palms. That was why it seemed to be getting thicker and thicker.
A few giant golden mosquitoes rushed to the front and fiercely plunged into the big net formed by the catkins. They madly rushed in.
Shockingly sharp needles pierced into Chen Guang's bald face as if they were being stabbed into something.
As Chen Guang slowly retreated to the corner of the wall step by step, he continued to strike with his palms methodically, piling up the flying catkins in front of him more and more.
Only when the needles of the giant golden mosquitoes were too close would he deliberately move his hand over and use his fingernails to fiercely flick them back.
Behind the giant golden mosquito, other mosquitoes of different colors were also charging in with the "flying catkins".
As time passed, the flying wadding in front of Chen Guang became thicker and thicker. The giant golden mosquitoes that were charging at the innermost layer were slowly pushed out by the thick wadding. The other giant mosquitoes were even worse, unable to move an inch forward.
He blocked it.
Chen Guang wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued to pat the "cotton wool" outside. After the cotton wool was thickened to a certain level, the speed at which it spread and the speed at which he added it formed a subtle balance.
It was as though there were a few sheets of thick cotton nets in front of him, helping him to block the giant mosquito formation outside.
Looking at his work, Chen Guang sighed in his heart. Fortunately, he was strong and knew many unique skills. The third form of the Eighteen Palms was suitable for this situation. Otherwise, he would have failed miserably.
"What is Mister Dang doing? Is his Awakening ability to turn himself into a cocoon? It looks fun. "
The Magical Archer looked at the scene from afar and said, "Don't joke.
It's not time to relax yet. We have to think of a way to help him, "Peasant said with a frown.
He couldn't relax and said with a frown, "Don't joke around.
The sanda coach disagreed. "If you want to go, you can go. I'm not going. These mosquitoes are so scary. What can we do if we go up? Won't we only create trouble for him? What if we attract the mosquitoes' firepower? Didn't Mister Dang say that we just have to take care of ourselves? "
"That's right. We can't harm these mosquitoes. What we should do is cheer for Mister Dang."
Another member of the mixed martial arts coaching team said calmly.
Peasant looked at the selfish members and said slowly, "Have you thought about it? Mister Dang seems to have stabilized the situation, but the mosquito repellent can only last for half an hour. We only have two bottles. If we want to protect the Protoss, the mosquito repellent can only buy us an hour. If we give up on the Protoss, we can live for another two hours, but we'll have to face the next form of the golden mosquitoes. What should we do? "
The hale and hearty elder said, "There's another worse possibility. We don't know what Mister Dang's ability is and how long he can last. If Mister Dang is defeated, what should we do? "
"Or, if he can't kill the mosquitoes after an hour and can only protect himself, we'll still die," the young prodigy said weakly as he walked over.
The genius high school student walked over with the help of the fat household appliance worker. His face turned even paler as he spoke weakly.
"What good ideas do you have? Hurry up and take it out! "
The sanda coach urged them on.
The young prodigy glanced at him and said, "What I can do, I've been doing it since the beginning. I'm not like someone who only knows how to talk big but will only drop the ball at the crucial moment."
"What do you mean?"
The coach was infuriated by the young prodigy's indirect scolding.
"I don't mean anything. I just don't like you. Don't you understand?"
The young prodigy didn't care about his threat and retorted.
"Alright! Stop talking. Regardless, we should send some mosquito killers to Mister Dang, "Peasant said as he gritted his teeth.
Everyone nodded in agreement. It was a good idea.
Everyone nodded in agreement. This was a good idea. Anyway, Fatty could still make household appliances.
The coach asked, "Who's going?"
No one answered him. They were all people who said nice things, but when it came to a critical moment, not a single one of them could stand up.
Peasant gritted his teeth and said, "All of you … forget it, the four of us will go! Give us the mosquito killers! "
She was referring to the four members of her team.
"This … forget it, let's go together. If we die, we die together. If we live, we live together. None of us will be able to escape."
The coach had thought things through.
Peasant snorted and walked forward. Nobody noticed her solemn expression.
Just now, in order to exchange for this hourglass, she had accepted a strange side mission.
The mission description was as follows:
"Side Mission: Accept a specific mission to obtain 100,000 reward points. Can be repaid in installments, interest-free. Mission Description: Spend one reward point to exchange for an ultra-high definition digital camera to record images of Dang Wu. Don't be discovered by Dang Wu. If discovered, the player will be reset. If the promise isn't fulfilled, the player will be reset. Mission Special Note: Time Hourglass (Level Two) can extend one second to ten seconds. Each use will consume 10,000 reward points. Cooldown time: 24 hours. "
This Side Mission came at the right time. It was like giving her a pillow when she was sleepy!
Ten seconds was enough for her to spray the mosquito repellent on everyone. The mission description was too strange, and she couldn't understand it.
Eventually, she did it.
It wasn't that Peasant harbored ill intentions towards Chen Guang. She had no choice. She didn't think taking photos of Chen Guang during the Massacre Mission would be harmful to Chen Guang.
Would they be able to leave this place? Would they be able to retain their memories of this place after leaving this place? Also, would the things they took photos of be obtained by someone else? Everything was unknown.
The most important thing was to think of a way to survive. She couldn't think of anything else.
Subconsciously, she felt that Mr. Dang Wu was being targeted throughout the mission.
He was too kind and too benevolent. That was why he had a bad attitude on the surface, but in reality, he wanted to protect everyone.
The last sentence of the Side Mission was "Don't be discovered by Dang Wu". That was a blatant lie.
I'm sorry, Mr. Dang Wu. I didn't want to do this. Just taking a photo of your handsome face … it shouldn't be too much, right?
Peasant touched her eyelashes. She was convinced that the ultra-high definition digital camera had to be so wretched.
Could modern technology really do it?
Using fake eyelashes to take photos of the camera?
Did it have to be so high-end?
With doubts, Peasant and the others carefully approached the "cocoon" created by Chen Guang. Then, they put down the liquid mosquito killer and retreated far away.
Peasant wasn't the only one complaining about Dang Wu's experience. Chen Guang was also complaining about himself.
Perhaps I've been tricked.
Whether it was the normal gamers or the Virtual Gods, they were real gamers. They were enjoying the process of the Massacre Mission.
As for me, I'm the plaything of the gamers!
I'm their nanny!
Are you trying to kill me?
Forget it, I've already done this much, what else can I do?
Do I have to finish the remaining 18 Mosquito Repellent Palms within an hour?
I still have to get rid of these damned mosquitoes, okay?
"Open!"
Chen Guang shouted and stuffed 20 blue capsules of Viagra into his mouth.
The third form of the 18 Mosquito Repellent Palms was completed. With a loud bang, the cocoon that he had accumulated for a long time exploded. Tens of mosquitoes were blasted into the sky, buzzing loudly.
Countless shards of wings fluttered in the air like glass shards, slowly floating in the air, looking like a gorgeous spring rain.
Everyone was ecstatic. Mister Dang's martial arts were unparalleled!
In the end, Chen Guang couldn't hold back from shouting before he unleashed the eighteen palms, just like how it was written in Hong Kong comics.
He leaped into the air and shouted, "The fourth form of the 18 Mosquito Repellent Palms — Flying Mosquitoes in the Sky!"
The gold fan in the MMA coaching team couldn't take it anymore. "F * ck! Mister Dang, what's the grudge between you and Mister Jin? Why are you complaining about him at this time? Mister Jin's coffin can't hold on anymore! "
The coach slapped the back of the lad's head and said, "He's still alive. What do you mean by the coffin can't hold on anymore?"
"Yes, be careful that Mister Jin's family comes to cover your coffin."
"It's a slip of the tongue. It's my fault, my fault."
The lad apologized profusely. He was embarrassed too.
Actually, no one knew that Chen Guang was having a headache at this moment.
The name "Flying Mosquitoes in the Sky" was appropriate.
You don't know that there's another move in the 18 Mosquito Repellent Palms. It's very reasonable!
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