Global Game: I Have Portable Store-Chapter 344 - 340: Fierce Battle

"Buzz~"

A buzzing sound echoed in my ears, piercing my head with pain.

Zhu Wenwu hesitated, as if losing connection with his body, which weakened and fell backward, tumbling down from the sky.

"Damn it."

He realized he acted impulsively, but why was the impulse so sudden...

Next, the temperature in the air rose, and a burst of fireball exploded above him, at the connection between the trees and the body.

The air suddenly stilled, and the massive body, along with all the puppets, simultaneously stopped moving, frozen on the spot.

"Did it work?"

Chang Yi’s face showed a hint of joy, with lingering flames on his hand and a charred palm.

Noticing Zhu Wenwu’s actions, he guessed that spot was the monster’s weak point, and his ability could launch remote attacks.

In the next moment, everything moved again.

The attack worked on the monster, but seemed not completely effective.

Chang Yi again gathered flowing fire in his hands, but the surrounding puppets noticed him, one of them swiftly darting toward him.

No choice.

He had to switch targets and strike the puppet in front of him, sharp flames shooting forth like fangs, as the puppet became incredibly agile, dodging deftly and approaching Chang Yi.

"Whish whish whish~"

Several flying sabers shot from the side, piercing through the puppet’s flesh, knocking it down.

"Ah, maybe you should move back a bit."

Zhou An shouted a loud reminder.

Chang Yi immediately responded, retreating, hands gathering flowing fire again, aiming at the monster’s weak point, shooting flames like a falling star.

Yet this time, it didn’t hit as expected, as some tree roots scattered outward, entwining at the bottom of the withered tree and directed toward Chang Yi.

The flames struck the encircling roots, scattering firelight and turning into sparks in mid-air, falling down.

Chang Yi’s eyes widened, trying to change angles, but his thrown flames weren’t fast enough and were completely blocked by those roots.

Zhu Wenwu regained consciousness in mid-air, adjusting his body’s center of gravity, landing steadily on the earth mound.

Taking his longsword, he ran up the massive body’s back again.

Tree roots continually wound toward him, but they moved not fast, allowing him to dodge them with agility.

At this moment, he was a warrior, a true demon hunter, fearless of death, solely chasing demons.

Fearlessness could bring immense power.

Reaching the top again, he closed his eyes, guided by the dagger, whereupon he felt resistance on the sword blade, with cold liquid splashing onto the skin of his fingertips.

One slash wasn’t enough, so he swung out the second, third, fourth...

The fleshy heads seemed like the tumors growing with tree roots, sustaining trees while controlling the massive body.

"You deserve to die!!"

"Pain!!"

"Death!!"

Countless voices echoed like ghosts in his ear, but Zhu Wenwu didn’t stop, slashing left and right at the connection gaps of the monster’s body.

With no sight, his perception of the surroundings was vague, unable to form an extra perspective, equally dangerous.

"Clang~"

Zhu Wenwu’s steel sword crossed before his chest, sent flying backward, landing near the edge, almost falling again.

Opening his eyes, he saw a bone hand stand motionless before him.

This bone hand was black as if clayed, with reflective glazing.

Many heads still remained, all staring at him; his head spun again with an intense feeling of nausea.

Meanwhile, from those heads he cleaved off, white smoke rose like they were burning.

He felt no more tremors; the monster seemed to stop moving.

The bone hand, connected to roots, moved toward him again, striking like a spear, its speed suddenly accelerating.

Zhu Wenwu quickly rolled to evade the attack, slashing backward at the root behind the bone hand, trying to cut it off.

"Clang~"

The sword hilt transmitted a rebounding force with a crisp sound, leaving only a shallow mark on the root; it was sturdier than typical steel.

Zhu Wenwu widened his eyes, getting struck by the bone hand once again, crashing into a nearby wall of intertwined roots.

Bad!

He noticed a root naturally wrapping around his shoulder, and once trapped by it, the chance of dying here was exceedingly high.

This root’s tenacity he couldn’t break free from.

"Bang bang bang~"

Several gunshots sounded from outside.

A bullet shot in an arc, precisely piercing a head opposite him, exploding a torrent of blood that splashed onto the entwined roots.

Soon after, four or five heads were shot through and exploded, one by one.

The bone hand halted, and Zhu Wenwu felt the root around his shoulder loosen, allowing him to struggle free, rushing towards the remaining heads.

The heads lying deep within were out of Su Changxing’s bullet angle.

As long as these heads were slashed away, this monster should be finished.

They were like its heart.

Simultaneously, the bone hand started moving, striking toward him with a fierce wind sound.

Zhu Wenwu wore a smile, ignoring everything as he ran forward, swinging his sword at a head with a shattered eye.

The bone hand immediately stopped, halting a few centimeters behind him.

Earlier, he noticed that shattering these heads led to the monster pausing completely, like a robot momentarily losing signal.

Keeping a certain rhythm, he kept cleaving through these heads, with the bone hand trailing him, occasionally moving but unable to touch him.

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"Hmm? Did it work?"

Lin Xiuyu showed surprise on his face.

Unexpectedly, among these people, besides Su Changxing, there was such a fierce character charging onto the massive monster’s body recklessly, and mainly, seeming to have killed it.

This indeed was somewhat exaggerated...

All puppets ceased movement, as if losing their soul.

The massive body shook, inclined forward, fell to the ground with a huge noise, raising dust.

Su Changxing opened his eyes, retracted his weapon, seeing Zhu Wenwu wielding a steel sword, covered in black blood, walking out from within.

He approached, Zhu Wenwu’s shoulder, smiling:

"Hmm, well done."

Zhu Wenwu took a slow breath, looking displeased:

"Cough, give me a clean cloth to wipe, these things are too stinky."

Su Changxing pulled a rag from his backpack, dampened it with water, handing it to Zhu Wenwu:

"Here, didn’t get hurt, did you?"

Zhu Wenwu wiped the blood off his face, saying: "Not a big deal, just disgusted, this thing... it’s too revolting."

He felt nauseous, but managed to hold it back.