Above the Galaxy
Chapter 44 - 44 31 Giving People a Damn Sense of Stability!

44: Chapter 31, Giving People a Damn Sense of Stability!

44: Chapter 31, Giving People a Damn Sense of Stability!

Tang Fei had taken care of Joker, Phoenix had dealt with Snake Woman, and the old man had also taken care of Shan He.

Only Little Fatty was still struggling desperately with the flying knives.

As the name suggests, the wielder of the flying knives excelled at using knives, employing nine of them.

It was like magic, the way he manipulated the nine flying knives to continuously attack Little Fatty—with cuts and chops, stabs and slices, attacking from all directions and dancing all over the sky.

Little Fatty swung a heavy sledgehammer, using all his strength to shield himself tightly, but he still couldn’t break through the barrage of flying knives.

One could imagine that before long, once Little Fatty was exhausted and his defense faltered, the flying knives would cleanly and neatly harvest his life.

Tang Fei, worried for Little Fatty’s safety, wanted to go help, but the old man yanked him back.

“What are you doing?” Tang Fei glared at the old man discontentedly and said, “If I don’t make a move soon, Little Fatty is going to end up as sashimi…”

“Is that so?” The old man looked on with eager anticipation and said, “The kid is quite tender and plump…”

“…”

Have you heard, is this not the word of people?

“Little Fatty is no match for him,” Phoenix also came over, her face full of concern as she spoke.

She genuinely cared about Little Fatty; she could feel that Little Fatty sincerely liked her.

Tang Fei was her partner in arms, and as for the old man…

She always felt a subtle hostility from him toward her, as if he were hiding some emotions.

Of course, she couldn’t be sure if her feelings were accurate.

Perhaps the old man just thought of Tang Fei as saving a freeloader?

After she and Tang Fei had hunted a lot of game today, the old man was indeed much nicer to her.

“Hehehe…” The old man gave his trademark smile and spoke, “My view is quite the opposite of yours; I bet Little Fatty will definitely win.”

“Should we be betting on this kind of thing?” Tang Fei said irritably.

“What if we lose the bet?

Little Fatty’s life could be gone.”

“What’s wrong with making a bet?” The old man said with a grin, “You guys care about Little Fatty, and I don’t?

If Little Fatty is gone, who will do my stone smashing for me?”

“Hey, your concerns are quite unique,” Tang Fei said sarcastically.

“Okay, okay, I know you care about him.

Just keep an eye on him from the sidelines and help him out at the slightest sign of danger,” the old man waved his hand dismissively, sounding impatient, “I still insist on my view.

Little Fatty will definitely win.

Don’t look at that guy’s skill with the knives; it’s nothing a single hammer from Little Fatty can’t handle.”

Seeing the old man insist, Tang Fei didn’t say anything more.

Tang Fei knew the old man might be unreliable in small matters, but he was definitely not careless about the big issues.

Little Fatty was practically raised by him, and in such resource-scarce conditions, still managed to keep Little Fatty well-fed… He didn’t believe it was without sneaking him some snacks.

Since he thought Little Fatty could win, there must be a reason behind it.

However, Tang Fei was ultimately not as carefree as the old man; he clenched a dagger in his palm, ready to rush in to rescue or kill at the first sign of trouble.

Phoenix was very worried about Little Fatty, but seeing Tang Fei relent, she felt even less ground to say much more.

After all, she was still an outsider.

Yet, like Tang Fei, she secretly held her Phoenix Whip in her palm, her eyes unblinkingly fixed on the ongoing battle.

If she sensed any danger to Little Fatty, she would use her Phoenix Whip to pull him to safety.

“What realm is Little Fatty in?” Phoenix asked aloud.

If he had entered the same realm as Tang Fei, she wouldn’t need to worry so much.

“Little Fatty has no realm,” Tang Fei said.

Phoenix was taken aback and asked, “What do you mean?”

“Little Fatty hasn’t started his cultivation; he’s not even in the Body Tempering Realm,” Tang Fei explained.

“How is that possible?” Phoenix exclaimed.

She remembered the first time she saw Little Fatty, swinging a hammer taller than him to smash stones, recalling how he had effortlessly lifted an escape pod weighing tons, and how he had chased after the Grey Robes carrying a huge tree trunk…

And now he was fighting evenly with a top Assassin from New Star, and you’re telling me he hasn’t even started his cultivation?

“Yes,” the old man chuckled foolishly, his eyes fixed on Little Fatty as if looking at a priceless treasure, saying, “Little Fatty’s comprehension is poor; he’s never been able to sense the existence of Yin Yang Qi…

So, he’s not even in the Body Tempering Realm yet.”

“Little Fatty’s comprehension is poor…

You don’t have to be so happy about it,” Tang Fei said indifferently.

“Have you ever considered,” the old man turned to Tang Fei and said, “what if one day Little Fatty senses the Yin Yang Qi and becomes a true Cultivator…

Wouldn’t that be terrifying?”

“What’s so terrifying about that?

I think it’s quite good.

Because he can’t sense the Yin Yang Qi, he’s unable to become a Cultivator; you have no idea how many times he’s secretly cried over it.”

“I mean his strength would be terrifying,” the old man rolled his eyes and said impatiently.

“Think about it; Little Fatty has natural strength, and up until now, he still can’t feel the Yin Yang Qi, yet he’s already so strong…

and so tough…

Imagine how formidable he’d be once he starts cultivating.”

Tang Fei thought for a moment and said, “What if he never feels the Yin Yang Qi?

Or what if it’s too slow… Like only sensing it when he’s sixty or eighty…

What use would it be by then?”

“You brat, are you deliberately arguing with me?

Who senses Yin Yang Qi for the first time in their sixties or eighties?

Is he an idiot?”

“There are many people who never sense it in their lifetime; what’s so impossible about that?” Tang Fei countered, “Besides, if it’s Little Fatty…

do you think that’s not a possibility?”

The old man heaved a deep sigh.

Clearly, Tang Fei’s words had struck a chord.

He too worried that Little Fatty might never sense the Yin Yang Qi, or sense it too late…

The moment he sensed the Yin, he would be headed for the underworld.

While the others chatted idly, the battle on the field had reached a fever pitch.

Little Fatty wasn’t affected much, as he was wildly swinging his hammer, blocking the relentless barrage of nine flying knives.

The wielder of the knives became more and more apprehensive as the battle prolonged.

Unlike Little Fatty, who was seemingly flustered, he had taken control of the battle from the start.

He knew his opponent was just a brute with raw strength.

Once he depleted Little Fatty’s energy with his flying knives, he could easily slit his throat.

Victory was his; it was only a matter of time.

But as he fought, he realized something was wrong.

They had gained an audience.

And the audience was growing, with Tang Fei and the old man from Phoenix arriving.

He was an assassin, and each of them had their own adversary.

Their presence implied an unmistakable danger.

In this critical situation, even if he managed to take down Little Fatty, how could he face the others’ interference?

He couldn’t delay any longer; he needed to take care of Little Fatty first.

Thus, he looked at Little Fatty with a sneer and said with mockery, “Little fatty, stop struggling.

The more you struggle, the more tired you’ll be…”

“I know you’ve given it your all…

Are you out of strength?

Can’t lift your hammer anymore?

Just give up, and you’ll feel better…”

“Don’t worry, my knives are quick…

You won’t even feel the pain…”

While talking, he increased his attack speed, driving Little Fatty to continuously retreat with his nine flying knives.

—-

Tang Fei’s eyes were cold as ice as he said harshly, “I’m going to cut off his tongue later.”

He wouldn’t allow anyone to bully Little Fatty; he’d rather be the one bullied than see Little Fatty harmed.

Little Fatty was indeed exhausted.

He was gasping for breath, soaked in sweat, the iron hammer as heavy as a thousand pounds, requiring his full strength with each swing.

But when would it end?

Sweat poured down his forehead, blurring his vision; he couldn’t even wipe it away since any slight distraction might allow the nine knives to find an opening and turn him into a porcupine.

Little Fatty liked eating porcupine, but he didn’t want to become one.

His movements were noticeably slower.

When he swung his hammer to fend off two flying knives above his head, the hammer flew out of his grip.

“Now’s my chance!”

The knife wielder’s eyes gleamed as he snatched a flying knife and dove low, slicing towards Little Fatty’s neck.

Other areas were too bulky, and his flying knife was too short to penetrate…

It was close!

He could smell the sweat on Little Fatty, even sense his heartbeat and breathing.

“Now…”

He thought he had succeeded, his dagger nearly touching Little Fatty’s skin.

Bang!

Suddenly, his body curved like a shrimp and was thrown high into the air.

“Eh….”

He saw Little Fatty getting smaller and smaller as the distance between them increased.

It was then he felt a searing pain in his chest.

Thud!

He heavily crashed to the ground and tried to get up, only to see a colossal figure descending from the sky.

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking came from the knife wielder’s body.

Worried that the knife wielder might not be dead, Little Fatty furiously pounded the man’s head with his huge fists.

Bang bang bang…

When Tang Fei ran over and pulled Little Fatty away, the knife wielder was dead, unrecognizable, and his head swollen like a pig’s.

The old man rushed over, checked the breath, and said angrily, “You darn kid, why did you have to hit so hard?

I wanted to keep him alive to ask a few questions.”

“I was afraid…

afraid I wouldn’t kill him….” Little Fatty panted heavily, his face earnest.

“You’ve crushed all his bones; how could he not be dead?

Ah well, it’s done now,” the old man originally had wanted to ask if they had teammates, supplies, anything like that.

More importantly, he wondered what kind of transportation these many people coming from New Star were using?

If they could get hold of a UFO, that would be a real jackpot.

Tang Fei walked over to the knife wielder’s corpse, pried open his mouth, and cut off his tongue with a dagger.

Phoenix watched from the side, her scalp tingling, this guy…

He did as he said, providing a confounding sense of finality.