Chapter 1837: All-Out Mutual Destruction Strategy
Chapter 1837: Chapter 1837: All-Out Mutual Destruction Strategy
Sure enough, playboys exist everywhere. Although the person was wearing a mask, the voice revealed their young age, and given their impressive power, it wasn’t difficult to deduce that they had an influential background. Otherwise, they wouldn’t dare to be so brazen in flaunting their power in the black market. Han Yan realized that getting a high price for one hundred Five-Colored Soul Pearls was unlikely and silently cursed her luck.
If this were the Holy Court Continent, daring to cut off her financial path would have warranted a harsh lesson from Lady Mu herself, without waiting for anyone else to act. However, since this wasn’t her territory, Han Yan could only endure it and turned her gaze to Gao Weihu to see how he would handle it.
"Damn it, causing trouble on my turf?!" A fierce gleam appeared in Gao Weihu’s eyes as he took large strides, making the ground beneath him quake with each step, his bulk shaking intensely.
"Miss Hu’er, it seems no one else is bidding. Shouldn’t these one hundred Five-Colored Soul Pearls be mine?" Donkey Head glanced around dismissively and said.
"Yours, yours, my ass!" As soon as the words fell, a shadow flickered, and Gao Weihu’s massive form appeared in front of him.
"Gao Weihu, what are you planning?" Donkey Head’s eyes narrowed, but he showed no sign of fear.
"Planning? You tell me what the hell I’m planning!" Gao Weihu suddenly swung his arm, landing a punch.
"You dare strike!" Donkey Head was prepared, meeting the blow with his palm.
In his palm, a silvery light gleamed, and a longsword materialized instantly, emitting intense killing intent.
This time, Han Yan finally saw clearly. Judging from the killing intent, this person must have cultivated the Death Law. It was said that priests who cultivated the Death Law had the strongest offensive power, their combat power far surpassing other priests of the same rank.
No wonder he dared to cause trouble in the Gao Family Black Market; indeed, he had the strength and confidence.
As Han Yan was silently marveling at this, she heard Gao Weihu roar angrily. With a reverse grab, a massive iron hammer appeared in his hand.
"Slash!" The longsword formed by the Qi Blade grazed Gao Weihu’s chest, drawing a spray of blood.
Simultaneously, Gao Weihu’s iron hammer struck heavily on Donkey Head’s chest, sending him flying. It seemed he was using a strategy of mutual destruction.
However, wrapped in fat thicker than most people’s entire waist, Gao Weihu’s chest was a cushion of fat, and such injuries obviously didn’t harm him much. But for Donkey Head, the hammer’s blow was not as forgiving.
"Just a First-tier Divine Heart Priest, and you act without knowing who I am? Daring to cause trouble on my turf, if I don’t teach you a lesson, others might think Gao Weihu is easy to bully." Before Donkey Head hit the ground, Gao Weihu rushed forward, knocking him down with another hammer strike, cursing while continuing to hammer away.
Judging by combat power, Gao Weihu was likely a Tenth Rank Divine Priest, while Donkey Head was clearly a notch above. Despite being beaten with an iron hammer, he hadn’t lost his fighting capability, and his hands wielded sword beams, slashing blood mists from Gao Weihu’s body.
But Gao Weihu seemed oblivious, continuing to curse while hammering relentlessly.
Blood splattered across the hall, and Gao Weihu was drenched in it. A fraction came from Donkey Head’s nose, but most was his own. His blood-smeared, thick-set face looked even more sinister and vicious.
Witnessing Gao Weihu’s brutality, everyone’s eyes widened in horror, and instinctively backed away, not daring to intervene.
"Madman, this fat guy is just a madman!" Han Yan judged Gao Weihu.
She’d seen many tough people; none of her subordinates, like Huayu Zirong, were soft. But someone who could be this hard even on themselves—this was a first.
This bloody and savage scene etched itself deeply into Han Yan’s memory. Years later, recalling her first encounter with one of the Eight Great Divine Servants under her command—Gao Weihu the Mad Tiger—remained vivid.
Admittedly, the difference in power between Gao Weihu and Donkey Head was significant. Despite both being priests, even the lowest First-tier Divine Heart Priest and Tenth Rank Divine Priest had fundamentally different levels. However, the disparity between their body fat seemed even greater than their power.
Though Donkey Head repeatedly swung his arms, releasing qi blades teeming with murderous intent and drawing more blood from Gao Weihu, the latter grew more ferocious, his expression more menacing. With each blow, Donkey Head’s movements slowed, and his nose and mouth spurted blood, stained his mask thoroughly.
"Stop, Gao Weiwu, don’t you know who I am?!" Finally unable to endure the pain, Donkey Head shouted. His voice wavered, the terror behind his bravado evident.
"Zhao Zhiyuan, don’t think wearing a donkey head keeps me from recognizing you. Trying to play tricks? You think I’m blind?" Gao Weihu slapped the mask off Donkey Head’s face with disdain.
Han Yan felt lines of black erupt on her forehead, deeply contemptuous of Gao Weihu. Clearly, it was he who created the chaos, yet here he accused others of trickery. This fat guy didn’t seem to have any shame.
"Knowing it’s me, you dare assault me. Gao Weihu, you’re dead, you’re dead." Zhao Zhiyuan spat fiercely.
"Still running your mouth? You damn fool, I’ll kill you first." Gao Weihu’s face hardened, swinging his hammer wildly again.
As blood spurted from Zhao Zhiyuan’s mouth, his arms gradually sagged. Unconvinced, Gao Weihu added several more heavy blows, snapping Zhao Zhiyuan’s arm bones into fragments. Uttering a muffled groan, Zhao Zhiyuan finally blacked out.
Looking at Zhao Zhiyuan’s limp form, his entire skeleton nearly shattered and lying in a pool of blood, then back at the blood-soaked yet more brutal tubby Gao Weihu, everyone became silent, icy chills cascading down their spines.
This exemplified fearlessness trumping strength, audacity besting cowardice.
"Running your mouth, huh? Why’ve you gone silent now? Bah!" Gao Weihu dropped the hammer and spat heavily, cursing.
"Master, he’s from the Right Priest Family?" A subordinate approached cautiously.
"No shit, thanks for stating the obvious," Gao Weihu glared at him, stood up, and scolded, "Dare cause trouble on my turf? Even God gets beaten! Check if he’s dead; send his body back to the Zhao Family if he is, toss him out if not."
"The auction continues; anyone else causing trouble ends up like Zhao Zhiyuan." With that, he didn’t spare Zhao Zhiyuan a second glance, staggering toward the back hall.
Though he fiercely took down Zhao Zhiyuan, the power gap was evident, and his injuries weren’t light. If not for his bulk, he’d have collapsed long before.