381: Falling out of order

Just as the rope swung back.

Before Zhuang Bifan could make a move.

Heaven-Shaking Slave, like a kangaroo, kicked Shen Bei with both legs, detaching himself from Shen Bei's rope, and then grabbed the nearby zipline, pulling himself back.

"Damn it!"

Zhuang Bifan pulled out his dagger again and entangled with Heaven-Shaking Slave.

Shen Bei's original plan failed, and he lost the momentum from the first swing. He quickly let go of the rope and hugged a violently shaking branch, with a bottomless valley beneath his feet.

Shen Bei rapidly climbed, passed through the canopy of the Wang Tian Tree, and slid down the main trunk of the large tree.

Like a sloth, he clung to the trunk of the Wang Tian Tree and quickly descended to the soft, dark bottom layer of the tree world.

Relying on the memory in his mind, Shen Bei estimated Heaven-Shaking Slave's approximate position after he let go of the zipline, then ran towards the large trees behind him.

Since the hook of the rope couldn't be thrown onto the sixty-meter-high canopy, Shen Bei had to pull out his long saber and stab at the bark to climb up bit by bit, returning to the world where he could see the sky.

After returning to the treetop.

The rising water mist had already covered the zipline, reducing visibility to about five meters.

Although Shen Bei couldn't see the fight on the other side, as soon as his feet landed back on the zipline, he felt it undulate, with the source of the fluctuations coming from the milky white water mist.

It seemed that everyone now understood that this old, dilapidated zipline could indeed support three people fighting on it, but they didn't know how long it would last, or if it would break due to the violent shaking.

When climbing up from the bottom layer of the tree world, Shen Bei had already accurately noted the trees around this section of the zipline.

So, if the zipline broke and where it might hit a Wang Tian Tree, Shen Bei also had a good idea.

Slowly, Shen Bei lay down and moved along the zipline in the direction of its violent trembling. His eyelashes were covered with wet water droplets, but he didn't dare to blink, fearing that he might be stabbed or killed by a chain flashing out from behind the mist if he wasn't careful.

Heaven-Shaking Slave had not expected that Shen Bei had quietly returned behind him. He was still swinging that iron chain, trying to beat Zhuang Bifan to a pulp.

At this moment, Zhuang Bifan's shoulders were both gushing blood. The more he increased his attack speed and force, the worse his wounds became.

But this guy, who usually only liked to admire himself, unexpectedly showed a desperate demeanor that sent chills down one's spine. He fought with even greater ferocity, having drawn two long, sharp prism blades, using them to block left and right against Heaven-Shaking Slave, who held a whip in one hand and a sharp knife in the other.

As Shen Bei approached Heaven-Shaking Slave, there was no longer anything attached below his chest. These several pieces of wood, nearly two meters long and connected together, had been destroyed by Zhuang Bifan and Heaven-Shaking Slave's earlier fight.

At this moment, Shen Bei had no hesitation. Time waits for no one. If he didn't join the battlefield, Zhuang Bifan was very likely to be killed by Heaven-Shaking Slave.

At that time, if he had to face Heaven-Shaking Slave alone, it would be a pure fifty-fifty chance.

Then, Shen Bei, like a loach, slipped under the zipline, hugging the continuously rising and falling wooden planks like ocean waves, inching his way towards Heaven-Shaking Slave's feet.

Under the zipline, the dense white water mist around made Shen Bei feel like he was soaking in milk.

This was good, for although Shen Bei's vision was obstructed, it was even harder for Heaven-Shaking Slave to discover Shen Bei's presence.

At this very moment.

Zhuang Bifan and Heaven-Shaking Slave were no longer hanging from the rope bridge.

Heaven-Shaking Slave's cowhide boots caused rotten wood to fly from the zipline planks. Shen Bei squinted his eyes, protecting his vision with his eyelashes like a camel, so as not to be injured by small particles.

But his neck was filled with damp wood debris.

Seizing the opportunity, Shen Bei, holding his long saber, quietly flipped onto the zipline. He aimed at Heaven-Shaking Slave's right Achilles tendon, gritting his teeth and striking with deadly force, harshly drawing the blade across it.

"Ah ya ya ya ah..." Although the rain was pattering, even Shen Bei could clearly hear the 'clink' sound as the sharp blade severed a living person's tendon.

As Heaven-Shaking Slave screamed, he already understood that his right leg had been crippled.

The frenzy he unleashed from the pain instantly surged to its limit.

He roared in hatred and fiercely swung the flesh-hooking whip in his hand towards Shen Bei's head, which was still clinging to the underside of the zipline.

That steel whip, full of tiny reversed blades, came with immense force. If it had been swung horizontally across Shen Bei's nasal bone, let alone tearing off the flesh from his face, his eyeballs might have been ripped out of their sockets.

Zhuang Bifan, with multiple injuries on both shoulders, was already fighting Heaven-Shaking Slave with extreme difficulty. But suddenly, he saw his opponent scream hysterically, and the flesh-hooking whip, which was again aimed at his wounds, abruptly changed direction midway, striking downwards towards the zipline.

He immediately understood that Shen Bei had returned, striking like a ghost in the water mist!

How could he let go of such an opportunity? His two sharp, long prism blades, even more so, slashed with stings and stung with slashes, like raindrops bursting forth after a long drought, densely attacking Heaven-Shaking Slave's throat, heart, and eyes.

The steel whip, which struck down like a gust of wind, did not come down as expected after I quickly curled and retracted my right arm to protect my head.

"Clang clang..."

A violent clash between a prism blade and an iron chain came again from above the zipline.

Zhuang Bifan already knew that Shen Bei, clinging to the underside of the zipline and ambushing Heaven-Shaking Slave, was quite risky.

Hanging beneath the zipline, Shen Bei was not only inconvenient to dodge but also might accidentally break the zipline, causing all three of them to fall into the bottom of the tree.

Zhuang Bifan and Heaven-Shaking Slave were already heavily scarred from their fight.

In this feast of hunting and counter-hunting, anyone who wanted to survive, relying solely on cruel tactics lacking cunning and deceit, was far from enough and would inevitably be at the low end of the hunting chain.

Heaven-Shaking Slave, while enduring immense pain, also guarded his feet, preventing the Achilles tendon of his left leg from being severed by a long saber quietly extending from beneath the white water mist.

Moreover, Heaven-Shaking Slave could no longer attack Zhuang Bifan with his right leg; it was a leg gushing blood with no time for bandaging.

Heaven-Shaking Slave would soon be like a machine running out of oil, his movements becoming increasingly sluggish until he completely stopped and fell from the zipline to his death.

At this moment, Shen Bei flipped onto the zipline.

He rushed into the water mist with his blade.

"It's over!"

Shen Bei shouted excitedly, attacking fiercely with Zhuang Bifan, one after the other.

Every attack was resolute and decisive, without any hesitation.

And Heaven-Shaking Slave's intense hatred and rage for Shen Bei's sneak attack, which severed one of his Achilles tendons, was imaginable.

He almost disregarded everything, swinging the iron chain at Shen Bei, launching a cathartic attack.

And Zhuang Bifan, with the pressure released, continuously ambushed Heaven-Shaking Slave from the other direction with his daggers.

After just one minute.

Shen Bei was again covered in wounds.

And Heaven-Shaking Slave was also stabbed into a bloody mess by Zhuang Bifan.

None of the three were completely unharmed, and it was even hard to distinguish whose blood was whose on their bodies.

But clearly, the advantage was with Shen Bei and Zhuang Bifan; Heaven-Shaking Slave was already at his wit's end.

"Have you seen your great-grandmother?"

Shen Bei asked, his face covered in blood, flipping his long saber.

Heaven-Shaking Slave gasped for breath, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two: "I'm thinking, who should I take with me?"

"You can't take anyone, you bastard!" Shen Bei roared.

However, in that instant, this old zipline, having endured countless storms, could no longer tolerate the three of them struggling on its aged body. Finally, it emitted a series of low, muffled cracking sounds, and the zipline broke in the middle.

With a whoosh, the wind rushed past his ears again. Shen Bei's vision was instantly filled and obscured by white, smoky water mist, as if a hot steamer had suddenly been lifted before him.

"Haha, let's die together!"

Heaven-Shaking Slave's voice drifted in the water mist: "Although it's really not worth it, damn it!"