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Chapter 461 - 173: The Divinity of the Dream of the Crimson Moon! Shocking the Borderland! (Seeking monthly votes)

Chapter 461: Chapter 173: The Divinity of the Dream of the Crimson Moon! Shocking the Borderland! (Seeking monthly votes)

The Butcher’s eight arms had been entirely sacrificed, leaving him a "pole-man" with empty sleeves, a sight that looked at Gary Smith and reluctantly asked,

"Are we really not going to fight anymore?"

He had sacrificed all of his arms, even burning his vitality. Having released his ultimate move, even if wasn’t going to be a fight to the death, they should exchange a few blows for the sake of it, shouldn’t they?

However, Gary Smith simply upturned the table and refused to play anymore!

Why didn’t you say this earlier!

"We’re all adults here, this endless fighting is no good, you’ve already gone all out, I also feel quite dangerous, what if I accidentally get hurt? Even harming the nearby plants and grass would be bad!"

Gary Smith spread his hands, looking at the stunned Butcher, and said laughingly:

"Just leave in peace, I’ve not laid down any traps. After all, we’re enemies, so I won’t be sending you off. Perhaps you want a parting gift..."

At this point, Gary Smith had a sudden realization. He instructed the Little Spider to open the Void Treasure Chest, rummaged around for a bit, and then pulled out a beautifully packed box of rice cake pastries with images of Hot Spring Town. Casually, he tossed it out. With a "clatter", it landed in front of the Butcher, making him retreat in fright.

He was afraid that this was another bomb!

Seeing this, Gary Smith shook his head, feeling that there was no trust left between people.

How times have changed!

Yet, Gary Smith maintained his grace, saying:

"This is a specialty pastry from Hot Spring Town, just take it home as a local product to recuperate."

Look, that’s what you call magnanimity from Gary Smith the Good Samaritan!

Even enemies get local specialty gifts!

As for my loyal followers, that goes without saying, let’s hear some applause!

"Pffft!"

Watching this, Rose of the Crimson Moon couldn’t help but laugh. Her smile bloomed like a hundred flowers, capturing everyone’s attention.

She had to admit, her soon-to-be brother-in-law was really cheeky. Although she didn’t understand why Gary Smith chose to forfeit the chance to ambush the enemy, well...

It was more infuriating than if the enemy had lost the fight!

"This guy really knows how to infuriate people!"

Lilith, vibrating her little wings, quietly exclaimed, unbelievable. If it were her who had used all her strength to launch the ultimate move but didn’t end the fight, she probably wouldn’t be able to sleep at night.

She might even wake up in the middle of the night, muttering, "How could he do this..."

As for why Gary Smith didn’t take action, she had figured it out too. Because on this Butcher’s body, she, too, sensed a brush of dangerous energy.

He probably still has a few more cards up his sleeve!

Killing him would likely come at a considerable cost!

But they already got the location of the Ancient Phoenix Nest, and the enemy doesn’t have much value now. It makes no sense to force a fight.

To easily scare the enemy into going all out, not exerting any effort in the process, and inflicting heavy damage on the enemy was already the best-case scenario and demonstrated top-tier tactics.

This guy really missed his calling not being born in the Abyss!

"Hmm..."

Dream of the Crimson Moon was also amused by these events, and she took out her purchased pastries from the Spatial Treasure. After a light toss, it landed perfectly on top of Gary Smith’s box, not a hair’s breadth off.

Her box was on top; Gary Smith’s was underneath!

Seeing this, she shook her stupid little tuff of hair gently, and even though her facial expression was still calm, she seemed to be very pleased.

This had stunned the people of Hot Spring Town. They were husband and wife, fine, but why were they playing a stacking game in front of a wicked demon?

The damage wasn’t high, but the insult was tremendous!

Thinking about this, they looked at the Butcher and couldn’t help but feel a touch of pity.

The Molten Mountain Demon was at least killed by the black red dragon ant, dying in battle!

The guy in front of them, however, was just embarrassed to death!

"..."

The Butcher looked at the pastries on the ground. Although they weren’t a trap, he was utterly caught off guard. Unprecedented anger surged up in his heart. He didn’t understand how there could be such despicable people in the world!

His heart was filled with resentment. Although he successfully intimidated his opponent as he wished, he didn’t feel any sense of accomplishment. Instead, he felt immensely frustrated.

How annoying!

What was even more frustrating was that he couldn’t go all out!

Even if he had the powerful card given to him by the Eighth Finger, the chance of winning wasn’t high if a battle broke out. He could take out only one or two people at most, but he would certainly die here.

His dream was to follow the magnificent Merciful Father and reshape this world. Before this happened, he couldn’t die, and he wouldn’t willingly die!

Gary Smith precisely grasped this, and hit him where it hurts most!

He was controlled by Gary Smith from beginning to end!

"Hmph!"

The Butcher suppressed the anger in his heart, glared deeply at Gary Smith, and didn’t utter any threats. In his view, such verbal attacks were just the bluster of the weak.

He wanted to form a curse seal and leave, but suddenly remembered that he had no hands...

Hence, the Butcher, shaking his empty sleeves, hoisted himself onto the "Flame Serpent King" who lowered its body behind him. As the surrounding flames rose, they transformed into a flaming meteor under the watchful eyes of everybody, quickly moving in the opposing direction.

The ground where they passed was scorched, and rocks melted, a clear indication of his inner rage!

"The demons these days really do have bigger tempers, how impolite!"

Gary Smith shrugged his shoulders, thinking of trying to fight him to mutual destruction,

No way!

Unfortunately, as the Butcher himself had mentioned, he was no longer the Limb Demon Leader. The Amputee Blood Thread Worm was dismantled and was not his core ability.

Otherwise, even if it were a Morning Star Level Limb Demon against Mousie, it would still be like fish on a chopping board, easy to handle.

Now, he couldn’t discern his enemy’s cards. Moreover, Mousie itself had also expended a lot and wasn’t definitely going to win.

The main concern was that this guy’s material... that is, the Amputee Blood Thread Worm, was now in Gary Smith’s hands and the Thousand-Faced Demon’s location was known. The risk was higher than the reward.