Grey and the pursuers were jumping up and down on the treetops. Sparks were flying everywhere as they punched and kicked each other.
Gus only cared about fleeing in the bushes and mud. He did not want himself and his sister to be killed by the pursuers, but he was also unwilling, dared not, and had never thought of betraying his belief and becoming an enemy of the Fist God Temple, everybody in the town, and the entire world!
Gus only wanted to dig a hole in the mud and find a crack in the hole so that he could bury himself in it and never be found.
But it was impossible.
A pungent smell assaulted him from behind. Guss felt as if something had pounced on his back and strangled his neck.
When he turned around, Gus saw a face that was extremely twisted.
It was one of his old classmates named Guo Qi, who was Qin Yong's friend and often hung out with him.
When Qin Yong threatened Gus the day before, Guo Qi also looked at him coldly and sneered at him.
At this moment, Guo Qi's face was extremely hideous and crazy, as if he were going to bite off a piece of flesh from Gus' neck.
Gus noticed that there was a bloody hole on Guo Qi's left shoulder, which was emitting a strong burnt smell that even the rainstorm could not cover.
There was an arrow stuck in the middle of the black, rotten flesh.
The guy must have attacked Grey first, but he was shot down by the arrow and lost most of his combat ability. He could only keep Gus busy.
"You killed Qin Yong!"
Guo Qi shouted.
"I … I didn't!"
Gus was so scared that he backed off and tried to explain instinctively.
"Of course you didn't, you piece of trash. It was your sister who killed Qin Yong, but you can't get away with it, either. You are all damned heretics. I'm going to burn you and your sister on the stake!"
Guo Qi said fiercely. His arms were like two monstrous boas that were getting tighter and tighter. Gus could barely breathe.
Stars were popping up in Gus' eyes, and he was sinking deeper and deeper like a drowning man. Suddenly, a horrible illusion popped up in front of his eyes. He and his sister were really tied up like pigs and brought back to the front of the Fist Temple, where they were hung on the stake. Under the watchful eyes of the public, they were licked by the flames inch by inch, and huge blisters appeared on their bodies. Slowly, they turned into black, wrinkled, and crouching toads.
Fear turned into strength. Gus struggled with all his might, his hands flailing wildly. Suddenly, he touched something.
It was the arrow that pierced into Guo Qi's shoulder.
Guss subconsciously pulled with all his strength.
This crossbow bolt happened to be stuck in the gap between Guo Qi's shoulder blades. For a moment, he couldn't pull it out, but the pain caused Guo Qi to scream, "You still dare to resist, you piece of trash!"
Although she was screaming, her arms that were gripping Gus' neck loosened and twitched involuntarily.
The word "trash" reminded Gus of those unbearable days in Iron Fist School.
He remembered that he was born weak, as if his body had been carelessly created by the God of Fists.
He remembered that he believed in the Fist God with utmost devotion. He treated all the humiliation, mockery, and indifference as a test from the heavens. He trained a hundred times harder than others, but did not gain half of what others did.
In the Iron Fist School, even the children who were a few years younger than him, after a few years of practice, could often ride on his neck and show off.
In the past, he had been unwilling to admit it.
Today, he could no longer deceive himself.
"Has the Fist God never blessed me?"
Gus asked himself.
Then, more than ten years of bitterness, grievance, pain, and resentment all turned into a low howl like a wolf. "I am not trash!"
He exerted force with both hands, and the crossbow bolt came out with blood and broken bones. It was so painful that Guo Qi jumped up. He covered his bleeding shoulder and screamed. Naturally, he let go of Gus.
Gus took the opportunity to roll on the ground, trying to escape the other party's attack range.
However, Guo Qi pounced on him with a hundred times more ferocity. It seemed that even if one of his arms was crippled, he was confident that he could cut Gus into eight pieces.
Guo Qi's furious expression fused with the face of Qin Yi, who had been burned into a toad in the raging flames in Gus's imagination. Gus was so frightened that he waved the crossbow in his hand and almost cut off Guo Qi's nose.
"Bastard! Trash! Traitor! I'll kill you! "
A piece of flesh the size of a soybean fell from the tip of Guo Qi's nose. It was only connected by a bit of oil skin. It hung on his lips and swayed. It looked both terrifying and funny.
He was already seething with anger. He stood up like a wounded bear and leaped toward Gus, completely ignoring the fact that he was wide open. Presumably, in Guo Qi's eyes, Gus's small arms and legs could not hurt him at all.
Even when he saw Gus take out two continuous mechanical crossbows from behind him, his furious expression did not change in the slightest. It was as if the image of Gus as a 'piece of trash' was so deeply ingrained in his mind that he could not believe that even a 'piece of trash' like Gus could grow the fangs of a demon.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
Gus fired more than ten crossbow bolts in one breath.
Guo Qi felt as if he had been hammered by an invisible iron fist. He fell backward and crashed into a tree. Then, he slid down into the mud at the bottom of the tree.
His chest was filled with crossbow bolts. It was as if there were two hedgehogs lying on his stomach — hedgehogs that were burning.
Not long after, Guo Qi turned into a ball of fire. The flames continued to spread along the tree, turning the branches into dazzling torches. Even the storm could not extinguish the flames. It illuminated the already soul-stirring battlefield, making everyone feel even more anxious.
"Huff, huff, huff, huff!"
Gus panted heavily.
This was his first time killing someone.
He had killed a devout believer of the God of Fist.
He was no longer trash.
But traitor? Gus did not know if he still had the right to continue believing in the path of the Iron Fist.
Soon, the classmates who had looked down on him in the past helped him make the decision.
"Gus killed Guo Qi!"
"The siblings have really fallen into the path of demons!"
"Damn it, traitors who believe in the Power of Machines and Steam!"
A few more pursuers pounced on him.
Gus raised the chain mechanical crossbow, half numb and half mechanically.
The mechanical crossbow, which had been modified by Lu Qingchen, seemed to be filled with endless bolts. Or, in Lu Qingchen's words, it helped Gus and Grey activate the "infinite ammunition hack" so that they could shoot without stopping until the end of the world.
The pursuers did not expect the siblings' firepower to be so fierce. Even Gus, who was a "trash", had a divine weapon in his hands.
The infinite firepower of the four chain mechanical crossbows interweaved into an airtight net of fire. Like burning thorny whips, it lashed at the pursuers, causing them to scream or fall to the ground while screaming in pain like Guo Qi.
There were also a few pursuers who were in a hurry. Grey saw through their openings and kicked them down the mountain.
The short encounter came to an end for the time being.
In the depths of the storm, there was not a single pursuer who could still stand and fight.
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