Chapter 361: Playing Lute To The Cow

In the pitch-black prison where one could not even see their fingers.


“Who, who is there!”


Fatty’s voice was shrill, like a frightened girl.


“F*ck!” Fu Hu cursed and covered his ear that was p.r.i.c.ked by the shrill voice. “Can you be a f*cking man?! My ear!”


Whoos.h.!.+


Fatty felt his face was a little hot, but he didn’t care at all. He let out a long sigh.


After he calmed down, Fatty said indifferently, “Why am I with you? Such bad luck!”


Fu Hu laughed in the darkness. “Do you think that I want to be with a burden like you?


“Just now, who said that the City Lord is already a fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered by us?”


Fatty was a little embarra.s.sed and quickly changed the topic. “This is the Netherworld prison. It can’t be as simple as trapping us, right? Also, Fu Hu, do you have a lighter, or something else that can illuminate us?”


After that, Fu Hu and fatty each searched their pockets. The two of them took a long time to find a candle and pondered for a long time before lighting it up.


Crack crack…


The candle was lit, and sparks lit up, lighting up the Netherworld prison.


As the Netherworld prison was too dark and the candle’s brightness was too low, the two of them moved to the side of the candle, and only then could they vaguely see each other through the flames.


But even so, it had brought great comfort to the two of them psychologically.


“If the City Lord wants to trap all of us and think of a way to break us one by one... Then he will need to expend a lot of spiritual energy. He must be overloading his cultivation at this moment.”


Fu Hu sat cross-legged on the ground and began to a.n.a.lyze the current situation.


“So, we just need to sit here and wait for the City Lord’s spirit energy to run out?” The Fatty frowned. His fat face was squeezed together, making the originally “small” face even smaller.


Fu Hu revealed an expression that said, “You think he will let you sit here and wait, can you not...”


Whoos.h.!.+


Whoos.h.!.+


Whoos.h.!.+


At the same time, more than a dozen pitch-black figures emerged.


And each pitch-black figure is in fact a City Lord clone.


“I don’t believe he can hold us off all by himself!”


The Fatty rolled up his sleeves, spit in the palm of his mouth, stood up in a huff, fiercely pounced on that one of the clones.


His left and right fists were brandished one after another, crus.h.i.+ng everything in their path in an imposing manner!


In just a few breaths’ time, half of his distraction had been destroyed!


“Hmph! It’s just a paper tiger, there’s no need to be afraid!” Fatty’s face was filled with disdain as he charged towards the remaining clones in one go. His eyes were already filled with the joy of victory.


Inside the prison that was only illuminated by a candle, Fatty and Fu Hu could only see a limited area. However, due to the fact that they were all martial artists, their five senses were extremely sensitive. They only needed to make a small sound and they would be able to draw out the outline, position, and movements of the other party in the darkness.


Fatty and the City Lord’s split-attention sparring used the other senses outside of his sight.


After a few more breaths, Fatty clapped his hands and laughed loudly. “Just this?! Haha, the Netherworld Prison? I thought it was something!


Fu Hu, you coward, just watch from the side!”


When Fatty first met the City Lord’s clone, he was still a little scared. However, after personally experiencing the strength of the clone, he only had the pleasure of torturing noobs and slaughtering them.


“Then I’ll have to rely on you!”


Fu Hu gave a rare flattery.


Fatty was already in the pleasure of victory and slaughtering. When he heard this flattery, his mind started to wander, “Haha! You know how talk.”


At this moment, Fatty had completely forgotten that not long ago, he had told Lin Bai with his eyes that Fu Hu’s words could not be trusted!


Fu Hu stood beside the candle and looked at the one-fifth of the candle that had already been burned. Then, he looked at the clones of the City Lords.


After each clone was defeated, it would turn into a sticky liquid and melt under their feet. No, it should be the prison around them right now.


At this point, the situation was exactly the same as before the ‘Netherworld Prison’ was activated.


‘There must be other special parts of the Netherworld prison...’ Fu Hu muttered in his heart. He looked like he was doing nothing, but he was extremely vigilant in his heart.


Swoos.h.!.+


The City Lord’s clones that had been defeated gathered again and transformed into the City Lord’s appearance. They surged toward Fatty’s direction.


Wait!


It changed!


Fu Hu discovered that each clone was smaller than before!


No, not only did they become smaller, the number of clones had also increased!


“What’s the use of having more clones!”


Fatty had obviously noticed this as well, but he still had a disdainful expression on his face as he waved his hands towards one clone after another, smas.h.i.+ng them!


Fatty waved his right fist, and like a skewer, he smashed the chests of four clones with a single punch, taking the opportunity to throw out his left fist!


However, at this moment, three clones rushed out from behind Fatty. Two of them attacked Fatty’s waist, while the other bent down and rammed into Fatty’s thigh.


At the same time Fatty swung out his left fist, he kicked his right leg behind him. The clone that wanted to destroy his center of gravity and the clone that wanted to attack his right waist were all shattered by the kick.


As for the clone that wanted to attack his left waist, it was already within reach.


Fatty cursed in his heart. His agile and fat body twisted slightly to the other side.


Hiss…


The clone slashed open the clothes on Fatty’s waist with his palm blade. It sc.r.a.ped through a layer of his skin and left behind a b.l.o.o.d.y mark.


Fatty had already retracted his left fist. He took the opportunity to push his elbow in and smashed the head of the clone under his ribs.


Bang!


The clone shattered and turned into a lump of mucus, disappearing into the Netherworld Prison.


After suffering this loss, Fatty did not dare to continue being careless. He opened and closed his arms with a nimble heart. Not long after, he once again eliminated many clones.


Fatty stretched out his hand to wipe off the sweat on his forehead. From the corner of his eye, he saw that Fu Hu was smiling. His face turned cold. “What are you smiling for! You only know how to watch!”


Fu Hu did not argue with fatty. After all, no matter what, he would definitely win in a quarrel.


Fu Hu pointed ahead. There was a small protrusion there. In a short while, it would become the City Lord’s clone. He said,


“Every time you destroy them, they will split up once, and their numbers will multiply... and their strength did not decrease much after splitting up. If we just destroy them again and again, the result will be...”


Without needing Fu Hu to say anything, fatty thought of that scene. That scene where the prison was filled with the City Lord’s clone, and the two of them had no way of stepping down.


Fatty frowned. “But we can’t not fight. Are we going to let them attack us?”


“They’re coming out again. You finish them off, and I’ll think of a way!”

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