Chapter 37 of 100

Chapter 37

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Zhou Lu sprang up, like a plump large bird, and in a few steps, he leaped down from the stone steps, soaring far into the valley. His bulky and clumsy body moved with the sharp speed of lightning, and after a few turns, he was getting closer and closer to the battlefield.

Such agility left the alchemists behind speechless. They never expected that the fat man among them would have such a moving cultivation.

Xiao Luan's heart was filled with sorrow, her tears blurring her vision, but she still tightly clutched the eagle eye, her gaze firmly locked on Zhou Lu's figure.

Xiao Luan bit her lip hard, leaving deep marks on her cherry lips, and she shouted in her heart:

"Fat man, you must come back alive."

Outside the main battlefield in the valley, there was a gentle slope. Zhou Lu's figure darted like a ghostly whirlwind, and in a few turns, he rushed to the bottom of the slope. Beyond the slope, the cries of battle shook the sky, and the intense clash of weapons resounded overhead.

Zhou Lu lunged forward with a swift leap, rolling like a chicken thief and skillfully lying down in the shadow of a rock. Next to the rock, a Sand Bandit's corpse lay pitifully in the cold wind.

Zhou Lu cautiously surveyed the area, finding no one had noticed him. He licked his lips and swiftly pulled the Sand Bandit's corpse closer, then quickly stripped the Sand Bandit of his clothes, and after taking off all his own clothes, he put on the Sand Bandit's attire.

After changing clothes, he stuffed the Sand Bandit's corpse behind the rock and smeared his face with blood from the ground.

A despicable and strange Sand Bandit was thus newly created.

The alchemists on the distant hillside were about to collapse. Ke Ling held the eagle eye, tightly watching Zhou Lu's figure at the bottom of the hill. When she saw the fat man strip himself naked, she could no longer bear it, her face turning red as she put down the eagle eye and spat, "This dead fat man, what is he up to?"

Xiao Luan felt the tears on her face dry in the wind. Her heart, which had been filled with sorrow and heroism, now suddenly wanted to laugh:

"This dead fat man, what is he up to?"

Zhou Lu stealthily climbed to the top of the slope. Not far away, Captain Lei Meng and the Blood Barbarian were fighting fiercely, the sand and stones flying as the knife and bone spear clashed, sending up a storm of debris that was shattered into powder by the bone spear in mid-air.

Lei Meng wielded his hunting knife with all his might, his full strength pouring out, making him like a raging bull. The hunting knife circled the Blood Barbarian, the sharp wind of the blade leaving no doubt that a single cut would sever anything in its path.

This was Lei Meng's strongest fighting power now. Facing the Blood Barbarian, he had already exerted all his potential.

However, the Blood Barbarian was too monstrous. The bone spear, whether thrust or jabbed, moved like a ghost, and in the Blood Barbarian's hands, the long and thick bone spear had a demonic speed. Each time the spear and knife clashed, Lei Meng felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his whole body becoming extremely numb, and the buzzing in his ears lasting for a long time.

Sweat appeared on Lei Meng's forehead as he was forced to step back by the bone spear's fierce wind.

"Damn it, I'll fight to the end."

Lei Meng, after taking another step back, was enraged. He fiercely gathered the savage energy in his dantian, and a faint green light flickered on his hunting knife. Just as he was about to use all his strength to gain the upper hand, he noticed out of the corner of his eye a Sand Bandit in tattered clothes suddenly appear on the nearby slope.

The Sand Bandit, seeing the two men fighting, reached back and drew his hunting bow, aiming it at them.

Lei Meng's hair stood on end, and he felt a bitter taste in his heart.

He was already struggling against one Blood Barbarian, and now another Sand Bandit with a bow appeared. This was the end.

The Blood Barbarian also noticed the shadow on the slope, turning his head to glare at it. The Sand Bandit on the slope shouted in pure barbarian language, telling the Blood Barbarian to focus on the fight while he would shoot from the side. The two would work together to kill the stubborn hunter.

The Blood Barbarian became excited, laughing wildly and turning to face Lei Meng, confidently entrusting his back to the Sand Bandit, and swinging his bone spear to create a storm of wind.

The Sand Bandit on the slope drew his hunting bow, and an arrow shot out like lightning, filled with spiral force, moving three times faster than a normal arrow.

With a "pu" sound, the arrow, carrying spiral force, pierced the Blood Barbarian's back like soft mud.

A spray of blood shot out.

The spiral force was too powerful; even the Blood Barbarian's iron-like body could not withstand it.

The Blood Barbarian, in pain, suddenly turned, his face twisted in shock and disbelief, his teeth clenched, and his forehead veins bulging. He pointed at the direction of the Sand Bandit, wanting to curse, "You damn bastard, who the hell are you?"

However, the Blood Barbarian never got to curse, his eyes filled with grievance as he fell to the ground.

Lei Meng was stunned, turning to look at the despicable Sand Bandit crouching there. The Sand Bandit's clothes were stretched tight by his fat body, making him look very out of place. He squatted there, giving off a sneaky and thieving vibe.

"You, you..."

Lei Meng pointed in surprise, and the Sand Bandit smeared more blood on his face, grinning and making an eagle wing gesture to Lei Meng.

"You're Zhou Lu! Ha ha..."

Lei Meng immediately recognized the despicable fat man, his heart bursting with joy.

This fat man had joined the battle in such a devious way, and with one shot, he had helped him eliminate a demon-like opponent. The pressure on the Eagle Wing Army in this valley was suddenly much less.

On the battlefield, the role of a brave archer was significant. A devious and despicable archer who could kill enemies with such underhanded methods without hesitation was even more invaluable.

Lei Meng's heart suddenly felt much lighter.

Zhou Lu, with a sinister smile, cautiously and stealthily moved in another direction.

Zhou Lu had long seen the Blood Barbarian's ferocity and knew that his arrows, as a brave archer, would not be very effective against the Blood Barbarian, who held a soft shield.

The battlefield was changing rapidly, and every moment of delay meant more brothers would die.

Therefore, he had already thought of this ambush tactic before entering the battlefield, and indeed, one arrow had killed the ferocious Blood Barbarian, leaving him dead with his eyes open.

A few years ago, his grandfather, Hu Erle, had encountered an old Sand Bandit on the wasteland who was about to die from hunger and illness. Out of kindness, his grandfather saved the old Sand Bandit, giving him food, clothes, and a warm felt tent.

The old Sand Bandit, no longer able to fight, lived in the Thirty-Seventh Hunting Ground, feeling the kindness of the surrounding tribes. He repented and transformed from a fierce and cruel man into a kind and quiet old man.

Zhou Lu's mischievous and naughty character suited the old Sand Bandit, who treated Zhou Lu like his own grandson, often telling him stories about the Sand Bandits. Zhou Lu often listened in fascination and learned to speak pure barbarian language.

Today, that barbarian language became Zhou Lu's greatest protection, preventing him from being exposed.

Zhou Lu stealthily moved deeper into the valley.

This fat man, like a chicken thief, felt at home in the fierce battle, moving very smoothly.

When he encountered the Sand Bandits, he shouted in pure barbarian language, and they would take him for one of their own. When he encountered the hunters, the exclusive eagle wing gesture would reveal his true identity.

In the smoke-filled battlefield, this fat man did not encounter a single enemy who wanted to fight him. He never engaged in direct combat but instead hid in safe spots, continuously shooting cold arrows. In no time, six powerful Sand Bandits had died under his arrows.

The faces of the Sand Bandits he killed were filled with extreme anger and resentment.

The Eagle Wing Army, who encountered danger, watched in amazement as a fat Sand Bandit, like a ghost, rescued them. They were all stunned.

At the entrance of the Array Fire Pavilion, the alchemists were dumbfounded: "Is this possible?" Xiao Luan angrily put down the eagle eye, feeling that her sorrow and heroism had been completely ruined. She was both angry and amused, her face red as she stomped her foot and spat, "This dead fat man, he won't die even if everyone else does."

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