Chapter 2267 - 2260: 60 Supreme Levels?
Those fists were like pile drivers, pounding mercilessly into Wang Dadong’s body.
Even with his Sacred Body, his qi and blood were churning from the blows.
And these were just the Puppets numbered after 60, yet they were already this ferocious—then how terrifying would the Puppets before No. 60 be?
Could it be that they were all Supreme Level?
Fuck!
Sixty Supremes?
That’s way too insane, right?
King Kong had also joined the battle, but he was clearly much more miserable than Wang Dadong, getting beaten back step by step, totally unable to match them.
Wang Dadong’s brows furrowed slightly. Something was off, very off.
King Kong was indeed much more miserable than him, but his own strength was several hundred times higher than King Kong’s. Logically, those Puppets that could fight him to a standstill should be able to insta-kill King Kong.
Yet while King Kong was hanging on by a thread, he was still not being insta-killed.
And sixty Supremes—if you gathered all the super powerhouses in the world together, there might not even be that many.
Sixty appearing at once, and all of them were Puppets of some Dong Yin woman?
That was even more impossible.
Being able to turn just one Supreme into your Puppet was already as hard as ascending to the heavens.
Could these Puppets be the kind that grow stronger when facing stronger opponents?
Thinking of this, Wang Dadong’s heart stirred, and he directly used a Martial Technique.
His fist shone with Golden Light as he blasted it toward a Puppet.
Bang!
His fist smashed hard into the Puppet’s face, yet the Puppet didn’t even sway.
On the contrary, he himself felt an extremely powerful force rebound back at him.
It was as if that Martial Technique had been aimed at himself.
Wang Dadong seemed to understand something. He lightly flicked a finger at the Puppet’s head.
Boom!
An incomparably terrifying force exploded, and that Puppet was sent flying seven or eight meters before crashing to the ground, unable to get up.
"So that’s how it is!"
A look of sudden realization flashed across Wang Dadong’s face. He immediately turned off his Sacred Body, causing his Inner Strength to completely stagnate.
His movements were no longer forceful, and his speed turned unhurried.
But those slow, unhurried movements actually allowed him to strike later yet arrive first, and those seemingly soft and powerless punches exploded with unparalleled might.
With a gentle push of his palm, a Puppet shot out like a cannonball.
Wang Dadong’s foot lightly tapped the ground; the floor seemed to suffer a heavy blow and cracked apart with a boom, while his body soared into the air.
Wang Dadong’s body slowly turned a circle in midair, and his leg slowly kicked out.
Bang bang bang bang!
A dozen Puppets were instantly swept flying.
At the moment Wang Dadong landed, a Puppet formed claws with two fingers and viciously grabbed at his eyes.
The timing was perfect; even Wang Dadong would find it hard to dodge.
However, Wang Dadong’s expression didn’t change at all. He simply opened his mouth and blew out a hard breath.
Whoosh!
The surging airflow blasted out like a fierce gale, and that Puppet was immediately blown ten-plus meters away, slamming into the wall with a thud.
While Wang Dadong was going full Divine might on his side, King Kong was in a tragic state, besieged by five Puppets and barely clinging to life.
"King Kong, when you fight, attack using the smallest force you can!"
King Kong didn’t know what Wang Dadong meant, but he never doubted Wang Dadong’s words. The power in his sweeping punches instantly dropped by ninety-nine percent!
After his strength decreased, his lethality actually multiplied, and the three Puppets surrounding him were immediately swept flying.
King Kong seemed to get it too. He immediately grabbed a Puppet and lifted him up with a gentle tug.
"Go to hell!"
King Kong extended a finger and lightly tapped it toward the fist the Puppet was smashing at him.
Poof!
King Kong’s finger was like a sharp dagger, poking and blowing up the other guy’s fist with a single jab.
"Let you taste my nuke!" Apparently inspired by Wang Dadong, King Kong suddenly turned around and aimed his ass at the Puppets.
"Pfftt!"
The fart roared like thunder, like a typhoon howling!
The warehouse instantly turned into a storm of flying sand and rolling stones.
Even the sixty Puppets who hadn’t joined the fight were all blasted flying by King Kong’s thunderous fart.
Aqua regia splattered everywhere, and thick smoke poured out from the Puppets’ bodies.
When the dust and smoke cleared, all the Puppets were lying on the ground, and on the beam there was only a severed piece of rope left; the kimono woman and Shen Yi had both vanished.
"Motherfucker, that bitch ran!"
"Relax, she’s not getting away." Wang Dadong sneered.
"Brother Dong, what was going on just now? Why is it that when I used less force, my attacks were actually stronger?" King Kong thought back to the battle just now and felt it was a bit unbelievable.
When he struck with full force, he couldn’t even shake the other guy’s body, yet with just a light poke he could blow up the other guy’s fist.
Wang Dadong explained, "This is a Dongyin Evil Art called Strength-Weakness Cycle. Under the shroud of this Evil Technique, strong power becomes weak, and weak power becomes strong. Once you’re under this Evil Technique, ordinary people become stronger than Martial Cultivators, while Martial Cultivators end up worse than ordinary people. Back then when the Dongyin devils invaded Huaxia, they relied on this Evil Technique to kill a lot of our senior experts. I originally thought this Evil Technique had been lost, but I didn’t expect it had actually been passed down."
King Kong scratched his head. "So that’s it. No wonder one fart from me was so damn powerful."
This Evil Technique was extremely vicious. Normal people always fight using full strength; who would ever think that the smaller the force, the greater the power?
Wang Dadong had only heard the Piano Emperor mention this Evil Technique before; today was the first time he’d actually seen it, so he hadn’t reacted right away at first.
Just then, Wang Dadong’s phone suddenly rang.
"Wang Dadong, your whereabouts may have already been exposed. You must be extra careful." Hao Wentao’s voice came over the phone.
Wang Dadong rolled his eyes and said, "Not ’may have been,’ they’re already exposed. We just had a brawl with a Dongyin Female Ghost."
"Ah? Are you guys okay?"
"If something happened to us, how the hell would we be answering your call?"
"Good then. We just got word that the Dongyin people seem to have prepared some kind of secret weapon. The mission’s been changed—put the spy-hunting mission aside for now. You must find this secret weapon and figure out what it’s for, otherwise who knows what kind of evil crap these damn Dongyin people will pull with it."
"Secret weapon? What are these Dongyin devils planning? Do they want to assassinate the mayor of Su Hui City or something?" King Kong asked suspiciously.
Wang Dadong shook his head. "We can’t worry about that much right now; we can only take it one step at a time. The most important thing now is to go check on Ding Xiaoyu and the others first."
King Kong slapped his forehead. "Right, there’s still a bunch of chicks over there waiting for you to ’detox’ them."
Back then, Wang Dadong had only temporarily suppressed the drug’s effect in the women’s bodies. Once that suppression wore off, the drug would flare up again.
The two of them grabbed a cab to the hotel where Ding Xiaoyu was staying.
The drug had already flared up again. A bunch of Little Beauties all had flushed cheeks, their eyes shining with need; they were ripping at each other’s clothes and caressing each other’s bodies.