257: Chapter 257 The Suppressor with Absolute Power

Lin Chuqiao leaned her body against a thick tree trunk, her waterfall-like long hair scattered messily over her shoulders, and a few strands of hair were even damply stuck to her blushing cheeks.

Her physical strength was about to be overdrawn, but at this moment crisis lurked everywhere, allowing not the slightest bit of slackness.

She could only force herself to cheer up, establish a mental connection with the Professor and the others, and communicate the situation in time:

"Professor, our current situation is not very good. We have completely lost our way. There is a man-eating black fog blocking the way ahead, and there are people from other teams beside us."

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"Xiaochu, don't panic yet."

The Professor's voice was steady and calm, as if carrying a soothing power, clearly transmitted through the mental connection:

"I have a friend here who is ready to join our communication channel and might be able to help."

Lin Chuqiao was full of doubts. At a time like this, where could the Professor still find a helper?

Before she could ask, a somewhat familiar male voice abruptly sounded in her mind:

"Hello everyone, you can call me White Ghost."

The other party's words were concise and neat, and his attitude appeared polite.

Hearing this, Lin Chuqiao opened her mouth slightly and was stunned on the spot.

At the same time, after experiencing a moment of panic, those surviving treasure hunters gradually came to their senses.

Among them, a thin, masked man with small, bright eyes kept rolling them around.

While staring at Lin Chuqiao and the other two, he whispered to the people beside him, and occasionally pointed at Bailing and Dachui.

Obviously, he had recognized that these lost people they had accidentally met on the road just now were Mike's "accomplices" who had fled with the treasure.

Soon, these people seemed to have reached a certain tacit understanding, and unostentatiously began to secretly move their steps, surrounding them.

"What do you want?"

Seeing this scene, Bailing immediately asked vigilantly, her hands unable to help hugging the golden bumpa bottle tighter.

"Hehe."

The masked man at the head let out a cold laugh, the sound coming from behind his black hood, exuding a hint of grimness.

His gaze, like a fierce wolf locking onto its prey, fell straight onto the package in Bailing's arms, and he said faintly:

"If I guess correctly, the golden bumpa bottle should be in your hands, right?"

The other two guys who were also wearing hoods, looking like robbers, immediately chimed in in sharp voices:

"If you know what's good for you, quickly hand over the golden bumpa bottle, and we'll mind our own business. If you dare to mess with us brothers, don't blame us for being ruthless, with white blades going in and red blades coming out!"

"Right, this ghost place is dangerous to begin with. If your little lives are lost here, there won't even be anyone to collect your corpses. Hand it over obediently and it will be better for everyone; don't force us to start a massacre!"

The two played with shiny daggers in their hands, staring fiercely at Lin Chuqiao and the other two, their sharp blades seeming as if they would stab into the targets' throats in the next second.

"Hey, you two little lasses, don't listen to their nonsense. These guys are no good. If you hand over the treasure, be careful of being eaten clean by them, body and soul."

At this time, another stout man with a scar on his face stepped forward.

"However, if you hand it to me, I swear on my character for your personal safety and will never touch a single finger of yours. How about it, consider it making a good connection."

The stout man said in a frivolous tone while shaking his head, the scar on his face looking even more ferocious as his muscles moved, as if he had them in the bag.

While speaking, several other treasure hunters silently surrounded them.

The greedy light in their eyes was undisguised, as if they had all determined that Lin Chuqiao and the others were already fish in a barrel.

They originally thought this treasure-hunting operation was a complete failure.

Unexpectedly, the situation took a turn, and they met the rightful owners carrying the golden bumpa bottle in the fog, which could be considered a great fortune amid misfortune.

Right now, these people added up to more than a dozen.

And the opposite side only had three people, two of whom looked like delicate women.

Which side had the advantage and which was inferior was self-evident.

"Bullshit!"

Dachui was naturally impatient. Being cornered and mocked by these two groups of people until his face turned red, he immediately raged:

"Just based on you mob of rabble, you want to rob us too? Come and try your grandpa's iron hammer, let's see if I don't smash you into meat patties one hammer at a time!"

He tightly grasped the iron hammer that was as thick as an infant's arm in his hand, raised it high, and made a gesture to rush over.

"Dachui!"

Lin Chuqiao wanted to reach out and pull him back, but with a sweep of her gaze, the opponents also rushed over like fierce wolves preying on food. With no other choice, she had to let it go.

She had originally planned to deal with them perfunctorily as much as possible and stall for some time.

At this moment, being forced into a corner with no way out, she immediately bit her silver teeth secretly, her eyes blooming with light.

An invisible mental energy instantly projected outward, abruptly drilling like a small snake into the glabella of a treasure hunter rushing in front.

That masked robber had a blank face, his body twitching out of control, and suddenly turned around to stand in front of Lin Chuqiao.

Then, facing the other rushing treasure hunters, he wielded his dagger mercilessly and launched an attack.

Puchi!

The cold blade easily cut open the neck, sinking into the flesh and blood, with blood gushing out in gurgles.

A treasure hunter who suffered a sneak attack widened his eyes in disbelief, not knowing until death why the other party suddenly dealt such a poisonous blow.

This bizarre action immediately caused messy exclamations all around.

"Old Third, what are you doing?!"

"Bastard, your brains are full of water. You haven't even gotten the stuff yet, and you're already infighting!"

As the leader, the masked man also frowned, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.

But soon, his gaze became fierce and resolute again, and he roared loudly:

"He is under mental control. Don't worry about him, kill him on the spot!"

Hearing this, the crowd no longer held back, successively unleashing their abilities and swarming up. A melee broke out instantly.

Like an angry brown bear, Dachui let out a roar and took the lead in fighting the enemy.

The iron hammer in his hand carried a roaring wind, and every swing seemed capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, slamming into the ground and splashing a patch of dirt, forcing the enemy to retreat repeatedly.

He was already tall to begin with, and at this moment, standing like an iron tower in front of his two teammates, he truly had the Aura of holding off ten thousand men single-handedly.

Lin Chuqiao, backed against the tree trunk behind her, concentrated all her energy to manipulate that masked robber to turn his weapons against his own side.

Sometimes cooperating with Dachui to counterattack, and sometimes pouncing on certain treasure hunters attempting to circle behind Dachui, turning them into her own shield.

But the opponent's number was simply too large.

Fighting many alone, Dachui was brave and fearless, but after all, two fists were no match for four hands. Soon he was covered in bruises and cuts, and blood stained his clothes red.

Bailing was so frightened that her face turned pale. Usually, she was only responsible for intelligence and deception tasks, and rarely participated in actual combat. Except for her transformation and imitation abilities, she was actually little different from an ordinary person.

At this moment, she flurriedly pulled out a pistol, but her fingers trembled uncontrollably, and the muzzle of the gun shook incessantly along with them.

Seeing this, Lin Chuqiao quickly closed her eyes, concentrated her energy, and cast mental charm once again.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, her brows knitted tightly, and she successfully locked onto a relatively thin treasure hunter again.

Then she controlled him to stand in front of Bailing, barely building a human flesh shield.

However, this multi-tasking was simply too draining on mental energy. On the surface, the defensive power seemed to have increased, but in actual operation, the Puppet's movements became much more sluggish.

"Ah!"

Bailing suddenly exclaimed, pulling the trigger continuously and firing shots.

Several treasure hunters seized the opportunity, taking advantage of Dachui's injuries and Lin Chuqiao's distraction to achieve a Breakthrough past the barely sustained defense line and pounce toward them.

The situation was incomparably dangerous!

With his eyes splitting in anger, Dachui directly smashed the iron hammer out, forcing back those enemies.

Immediately afterwards, the Qi all over his body surged instantly, his bones popped like firecrackers, and his body began to deform drastically.

In the blink of an eye, he completed his beastification, turning into a giant werewolf nearly two meters tall with all his hair standing on end like steel needles!

Relying on his skyrocketing speed, he shuttled quickly among the enemies, his hands' sharp claws turning into life-claiming sickles. Wherever he went, it stirred up a terrifying scene of flying flesh and blood.

At the same time, his defense power also greatly increased. The enemies' weapons hacking onto him could only leave shallow bloody scars, and the wounds even healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Dachui fell into a state of crazy hand-to-hand combat with the enemy. The bloody Aura continuously stimulated his nerves, his consciousness began to show signs of madness, and his beastly instincts gradually took the upper hand.

Only the thought of protecting his teammates in his heart always remained like an inextinguishable beacon, preventing him from completely losing control of his body because of this.

"No, if this goes on, everyone is going to crash here!"

Gazing at the tragic battle situation before her, Lin Chuqiao pressed her lips tightly together, a look of hesitation appearing on her face.

She intended to give up the golden bumpa bottle and save her life first.

At this moment, an anticipated voice suddenly sounded in her mind, instantly making her even more determined in this thought.

Lin Chuqiao decisively made up her mind and immediately shouted loudly:

"Bailing, throw away the golden bumpa bottle!"

The voice penetrated the chaotic shouts of killing and clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

Bailing shuddered. Seeing Dachui covered in blood, she had no hesitation in her heart.

Then she released her embrace, raised her hands with all her might, and threw the golden bumpa bottle far away toward the back of the crowd.

The golden bumpa bottle tumbled in the air, the clothing wrapped around its outer layer was pulled by the strong wind, swish came loose, and drifted down.

In a flash, the golden bumpa bottle completely revealed its true form, bursting out with circles of golden halo, suddenly illuminating this dark forest.

Although the light was faint, it was exceptionally brilliant and dazzling, exuding an indescribable noble Aura, demonstrating its extraordinary origin to everyone.

The treasure hunters who had originally besieged Lin Chuqiao and the other three suddenly paused their movements like sharks smelling blood, their eyes widening.

Then, almost at the same time, they uniformly turned their directions and ran toward the golden bumpa bottle.

For a time, shouts, curses, and footsteps intertwined together, extremely chaotic.

Relying on his superior agility, the masked man took a stride forward, aimed at the direction where the golden bumpa bottle fell, and leaped high into the air.

He twisted his waist and reached out in mid-air, his five fingers like hooks, about to touch the coveted treasure.

But the scar-faced stout man next to him fiercely grabbed his legs and directly flung him away.

Caught off guard, the masked man drew a parabola in mid-air, crashed into a tree trunk, and then slid down along it.

The scar-faced stout man took the opportunity to catch the golden bumpa bottle with a bag.

But before he had time to be smug, several sounds of piercing through the air struck together from behind.

The other treasure hunters waved their weapons and shouted fiercely:

"Leave the bottle for me!"

The scar-faced stout man failed to dodge in time, taking a slash on his back and a kick.

Yet he couldn't care about the pain, clutching the bottle tightly, rolling and crawling as he turned and ran.

Seeing this, how could the others allow him to escape with the treasure? They immediately chased after him quickly, surrounding and intercepting him.

The two sides fell into a close combat again.

After all, the scar-faced stout man was outnumbered. Under the siege of several mutants, his steps staggered, and he was forced to abandon the treasure he had in hand.

Just like that, the golden bumpa bottle kept changing hands in the chaos.

Everyone wanted to make it their own, but no one possessed the absolute strength to suppress the others and control the entire situation.

Quite a few wounded people were already lying on the ground, some holding their wounds and groaning in pain, others breathing in little and out much.

The golden bumpa bottle was also stained with blood in its transfers, faintly spitting out light, making it look increasingly eerie.

It was as if it was continuously tempting everyone to go crazy for it, fighting until their heads were broken and blood flowed.

Gradually, some people began to calculate in their hearts.

Since they were currently in thick fog and temporarily could not find a way out,

instead of blindly snatching like this without a clue, why not first eliminate all other opponents, wouldn't they be able to monopolize the treasure in the end?

Treasure hunters with accomplices looked at each other, leaned together with mutual understanding, and took aim at dealing with those stragglers.

And those stragglers tightly grasped the weapons in their hands, guarding even more against sneak attacks that might happen around them at any time.

The scene became even more chaotic and unbearable, the bloody Aura blending into the fog and gradually permeating.

During the scramble, a straggler luckily obtained the golden bumpa bottle, but in a flash, he was surrounded tightly by the crowd and could not get away.

He gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and with the thought that if he couldn't get it, others shouldn't easily get it either, he abruptly swung his arm and threw it hard.

The bottle slipped out of his hand, drew an arc in the air, and instantly vanished deep into the fog.

"Damn!"

Everyone cursed inwardly, their faces full of anxiety and unwillingness, and successively chased in the direction where the golden bumpa bottle disappeared.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the opposite side and lightning-fast grabbed the golden bumpa bottle.

Then, a tall and upright figure pushed aside the fog and slowly revealed himself.

This person wore a ferocious and terrifying ghost mask on his face, his gaze penetrating through the holes like twinkling cold stars, coldly scanning the surrounding scene.

Before this seemingly solitary treasure hunter could steady his footing,

someone with red eyes suddenly rushed up to snatch it, and it was that scar-faced stout man.

Relying on his outstanding strength and robust physique, being able to hold out for a while even under the siege of swords, he naturally wouldn't put a mere opponent in his eyes.

At this moment, the whole person rammed around like an enraged bull, with only that shining treasure bottle in his eyes.

That figure neither dodged nor avoided, as if waiting for the scar-faced stout man to rush close by himself.

Suddenly, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, his right foot exerted force to kick the ground, and his left foot leaped forward in rapid steps.

The entire body instantly loosened like a trigger mechanism wound to the limit, his right arm swung out swiftly, and his fist, like a cannonball leaving the barrel, tore through the air and whistled forward.

The speed of this punch was simply too fast, so fast that it surpassed the shackles of the speed of sound.

Within an extremely short time, the air was extremely compressed, forming a nearly visible transparent shock wave at the front of the fist.

Immediately afterwards, with a loud "bang"!

It was like a thunderclap exploding on flat ground, shocking everyone's ears into buzzing.

The fog in front of them, originally as thick as ink, seemed to have suffered a hurricane attack and was instantly cleared out in a large area.

At the same time, the scar-faced stout man's head exploded instantly like an overripe watermelon smashed by a heavy hammer, red and white matter splashing in all directions like fireworks.

Where the brain matter burst apart, one could even see broken skull fragments mixed with viscous liquid flying out.

His body flew backward uncontrollably for several meters like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

(End of Chapter)