Chapter 55

The huge crossbow in Zhou Lu's hand could be considered a bloody weapon.

The all-metal crossbow, as thick as a man's waist and more than half a man's height, was covered with rugged and powerful metal, twisted like the roots of a thousand-year-old tree. A single crossbow weighed at least eighty pounds. Just by looking at its appearance, one could guess the enormous and terrifying power it contained.

Amidst its brutal and wild exterior, the crossbow also possessed a beauty that defied nature, with intricate craftsmanship. From the pulley bow to the eccentric wheel, from the crossbow mechanism to the string, everything was exquisitely detailed and smooth, leaving one in awe.

This crossbow was named "Yi Yuan Chu Shi" (Primordial Origin), one of the eleven supreme weapons given to Zhou Lu by Xiaoluan before he left.

The supreme weapons under the command of the Second Elder, Mo Xuanyi, each had a power so great that it seemed miraculous and hard to believe.

This crossbow had a straight-line range of over four hundred yards, and the force of its arrows could even penetrate three layers of stone walls.

When the sand bandits with machetes rushed to Zhou Lu's side, he took out this fearsome weapon from his storage ring, pulled the string, and just as the machete was about to strike his head, the immense force of the arrow shot the bandit backward as if pulled by a rope.

Everyone in the cave looked at the weapon with shock.

With a "snap," Zhou Lu angrily twisted the crossbow's pattern, loaded an arrow, and the long, sharp arrow almost completely disappeared into the crossbow, leaving only a deadly sharp tip outside.

Zhou Lu's face showed a mix of anger and委屈 (grievance) as he raised the crossbow, the arrow tip pointing horizontally at the people in the cave, muttering neurotically, "Do you believe me now that I'm robbing you? Do you believe me now?"

Wherever the crossbow aimed, the person felt a chill to the bone.

The heavy crossbow was so intimidating that at such a close distance in the cave, if it aimed at someone and the finger was released, there would be no time to dodge, and the person would be pinned to the wall by the arrow.

Thinking of the bloodied and mangled bandit from earlier, everyone shivered.

However, among the shock, a few bandits still had naked greedy looks.

Such a powerful crossbow, in a wilderness where even an ordinary hunting knife was extremely precious, was simply a godly weapon.

In the wilderness, if this crossbow were used in battle, it could easily kill important figures from enemy bands from a distance of several hundred yards. If a band possessed this treasure, it would rise to power in no time.

The brothers of Niu Tou Mountain breathed heavily. If they could get the crossbow, all their crises would be solved, and they could recruit soldiers and horses to flourish again.

Liewuzhu's eyes were full of selfishness, ferocity, and greed, his mouth almost drooling.

If he could get the crossbow, he would shoot their Sand Horns' leader with the first arrow, take the position of chief, and then conquer all the nearby bands, plundering wealth to make their Sand Horns the dominant force...

Thinking of this, Liewuzhu's heart burned with a fierce flame. He subconsciously clenched his fists, and as he looked at the fat fool, he became more and more frenzied.

He knew that in this cave, their Sand Horns still held the absolute advantage.

The fat fool was only relying on the crossbow's might, but each time it needed to be reloaded, which took time. Although they had lost one, they still had twenty fearless bandits. If they all rushed forward, the fat fool would probably only have one chance to fire.

As for the Niu Tou Mountain group, they could be dealt with by just ten people.

Liewuzhu carefully calculated and estimated that he had at least a ninety percent chance of seizing the crossbow.

Thinking of this, the second leader was driven mad by desire and could no longer remain calm.

As long as he could get the crossbow, the fat fool would be nothing. Then, in the wilderness, he would have whatever he wanted.

With a "gulp," Liewuzhu swallowed hard.

"Are you not going to leave?"

Zhou Lu held the crossbow, intimidating the bandits.

"Go to hell!" Liewuzhu's eyes were bloodshot, filled with cruelty and excitement. He kicked one of his subordinates in the buttocks and shouted, "Go, go, kill him."

The bandit, intimidated by Liewuzhu's long-term authority, dared not resist. His heart was pounding as he raised his machete and took a quick step to the side, trying to avoid the fat man's line of sight and sneak closer.

The bandit's movements were swift and agile, and in a few steps, he was close. His machete flashed like lightning, and with a "snap," Zhou Lu's facial muscles twitched. He turned the crossbow and pulled the string, and the bandit was thrown backward.

Like a meteor from the sky, he slammed into the cave wall with a "thud," flattened into a bloody mess.

The power of the crossbow made all the bandits gasp in unison.

"Heaven!"

Many were so scared that their faces turned white, and their legs trembled.

Liewuzhu kicked another subordinate and shouted urgently, "Quick, quick, kill him while he's reloading the arrow, kill him."

The bandit saw the opportunity and, licking his lips, leaped forward with ferocity, rushing at Zhou Lu at top speed. In a few steps, he was a blur, and a fierce killing intent radiated from his machete.

"Die!"

The bandit shouted.

Zhou Lu was frantically loading the arrow, and just as the machete was about to strike his head, he broke out in a sweat, finally loaded the arrow, and in a panic, lifted his hand. With a "snap," another body flew backward.

This was the third bandit from the Sand Horns to die under the crossbow.

However, Liewuzhu was not concerned. Compared to the godly crossbow, he didn't care if all his subordinates died. The previous two were just bait.

Liewuzhu's body darted forward with the previous bandit's back.

Just as Zhou Lu's arrow was shot, Liewuzhu was already within two yards, his machete like a sudden thunderbolt, a flash of lightning from his hand. With the power of the fifth level of the "Tumen Heart Sutra," his machete was fast and deadly, a blur aiming for Zhou Lu's neck.

The fat man had no time to reload the arrow.

Liewuzhu's lips curled into a sinister smile.

"No!"

Eertu's eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted with rage. He shouted in despair. The conflict between Liewuzhu and the fat fool was originally of no concern to him, but if Liewuzhu got the crossbow, their Niu Tou Mountain would have no hope.

He even saw himself and his brothers being slowly and cruelly killed by Liewuzhu.

"Quick, seize the crossbow."

Eertu shouted.

The brothers of Niu Tou Mountain saw the critical moment and, with fierce expressions, rushed forward with their weapons, while the Sand Horns bandits ran over with bloodshot eyes to intercept them. The two groups collided like a volcanic eruption, about to engage in a brutal fight.

On the other side, Liewuzhu's machete was about to strike the fat man's neck.

It was too late.

The eyes of the Niu Tou Mountain group were bloodshot with urgency.

As the machete was about to strike, the fat man angrily raised the crossbow horizontally, muttering:

"Damn, what a lousy crossbow, it's not easy to use at all."

With a "whoosh," the fat man swung the crossbow like a club, and with a sharp metallic clang, the crossbow knocked Liewuzhu's machete out of his hand.

The heavy crossbow, combined with the fat man's bear-like strength, almost sent Liewuzhu's upper body flying. His body trembled and went numb.

Then, Zhou Lu, like a ghost, stepped forward, and with a flexibility that belied his size, lifted his leg over his head. Everyone swore that time seemed to stop for a moment, and then they saw the fat man's foot, raised high, come down with a heavy thud.

Yes, it was a thud, like a large iron hammer, drawing an arc in the air and smashing down.

With a "thud," the tall and strong Liewuzhu was slammed to the ground like a broken sandbag.

Liewuzhu's body hit the ground with a fierce impact, spitting out a mouthful of blood and convulsing on the ground.

The fat man's foot, like a mountain, stepped on Liewuzhu's chest, crushing his bones and making him spit out more blood.

For a moment, the bandits in the cave were frozen, their weapons still in the air, their faces twisted, but all their actions were frozen.

Everyone was stunned, unable to believe their eyes.

"Ancestor of the Savages."

One of the bandits was so scared that he almost repented, calling out to the Ancestor of the Savages.

A second leader at the fifth level of the "Tumen Heart Sutra" was instantly killed by the fat man? Looking at Liewuzhu, still convulsing but unable to get up, everyone felt a sense of absurdity.

What kind of strength did this fat man have?

The sixth level of the "Tumen Heart Sutra"? Probably more than that.

Just a moment ago, the bandits all had the same mindset as Liewuzhu, thinking they could seize the crossbow while the fat man was reloading. Who would have thought that the fat man could beat their strongest member like a child?

When they saw the fat man come to rob them alone, they thought he was a fool. Now they realized he was not a fool but had confidence in his strength.

If Liewuzhu was a hungry wolf in the wilderness, then this fat man was definitely a lion, a fat lion, but still not someone they could offend.

The brothers of Niu Tou Mountain groaned weakly, their bodies drenched in cold sweat.

"Finished, Niu Tou Mountain has no chance of turning things around with such a person."

With a "rip," Zhou Lu stepped on the struggling Liewuzhu, half-squatting and tearing open the second leader's clothes.

"I told you I was robbing you, but you didn't believe me."

Zhou Lu casually took Liewuzhu's money bag, weighed it, and stuffed it into his own pocket, then tore open Liewuzhu's leather armor like paper.

"Idiot, do you believe me now?"

Zhou Lu also took a treasure pouch that fell out, without hesitation.

Liewuzhu struggled more fiercely.

Zhou Lu slapped Liewuzhu's face hard, making him spit blood and his cheek swell. Finally, he calmed down, and Zhou Lu, with a "rip," exposed Liewuzhu's upper body, revealing white flesh.

"I gave you a chance to leave..."

Zhou Lu pulled off Liewuzhu's food belt, took out a pancake, and chewed it hungrily, while pulling off Liewuzhu's pants with another "rip."

"You didn't seize the opportunity."

Zhou Lu shook the torn pants, confirming there was nothing else to take, and finally stopped.

At this moment, everyone in the cave collectively broke down.

The second leader, who was struggling a moment ago, was now completely naked, not looking like a hungry wolf but a white lamb.

Too tragic, too tragic to be robbed.

The once fearsome Liewuzhu, now stripped of all his dignity, was displayed for all the bandits to see. All his dignity, ferocity, and wildness were torn away by the fat man, leaving only the deepest humiliation.

"You..."

Liewuzhu, his face covered in blood and filled with rage, strained his neck. He wasn't knocked out but fainted from shame, his head hitting the ground with a "thud."

"You what?"

Zhou Lu was still full of grievance, "I said I was robbing you, but you didn't believe me. Are you blaming me? Do you believe me now? Do you believe me now?" Zhou Lu was so angry that he almost jumped up, pointing at the unconscious Liewuzhu on the ground.

The bandits in the cave went into a frenzy, some even banging their heads against the walls.

Was the fat man a master? Was there such a low-down master? He was clearly a thug who had suddenly become rich. Falling into his hands was worse than death.

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