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Chapter 427 - 395: Durable

Chapter 427: Chapter 395: Durable

At the critical moment, the few Pocket Monsters beside the Red Driver actively unleashed their skills.

The Dusknoir threw a shadow punch at the Evil Ghost from a distance, releasing [Shadow Claw], its razor-sharp claws made of shadows directly tearing open the skin of the Evil Ghost.

The Fire Fierce Beast spewed out raging fire, wrapping the Evil Ghost tightly with [Fiery Fire Abyss].

The designated first mascot of Pocket Monsters, the electric mouse, and yellow-skinned rodent, Pikachu, released [Thunder], summoning lightning from the sky, striking straight down.

’Three days apart, you must be looked at with new eyes.’

Li Cheng raised an eyebrow, the Red Driver belongs to the {Thousand Throats Beast} guild, and besides completing guild tasks and earning Contribution Points,

he also collaborated with a friend from the real world, {Bai Jixiong}, actively taking jobs from outside, helping others raise and nurture magic pets, filming short videos to earn traffic revenue.

The hard-earned money from working was all used to enhance his own Pocket Monsters.

Whether it was Dusknoir, Fire Fierce Beast, or Pikachu, they were all larger than their counterparts, with smooth and shiny fur, and sharp, resolute eyes.

Three attacks arrived simultaneously, such force would destroy even a main battle tank equipped with depleted uranium composite armor on the spot...

Step!

The Evil Ghost, engulfed in flames and sparkling with electricity, did not slow down its forward speed at all, its sharp nails like long knives pierced directly into the chest of the Red Driver.

Thanks to Dusknoir blocking the Evil Ghost by gripping its wrist desperately and counterbalancing its strength, otherwise, this blow would have penetrated and torn the driver apart.

"Wow, can’t this thing be killed?!"

Fuding Hualong reacted faster than he thought, instinctively grabbing a steel cable from the painting that looked like an aircraft carrier arrestor cable, two brawny Gate Gods, one on each side, grasping the cable, looping it around the Evil Ghost’s neck, pulling back with all their might.

"Hold her in place!"

The White Horse Tombstone shouted, grabbing a stone coffin with one hand, tossing it skyward, then leaping up, grabbing the coffin mid-air, and smashing it down hard, hitting the Evil Ghost right on the head.

The weight of the stone coffin combined with the weight of White Horse Tombstone in armor crushed the Evil Ghost into the cement ground, creating a huge pit.

Outside the pit, a circle of splendid magic array lit up, enveloping her fists in blue flames.

As the Eastern Europe’s timely rain, Romania’s righteous protector, and one of the most famous lone wolf players under Lv 30, White Horse Tombstone had two fighting styles,

either smashing people with the coffin, or plugging the coffin into the ground, summoning an array to strengthen himself, then beating the monsters with enchanted fists.

Gale fists, rapid uppercuts, heart-crushing straight punches, super-heavy punches...

Various punches poured down like a fierce storm, cracking the cement road continuously around the Evil Ghost.

Fuding Hualong and Li Cheng couldn’t find an opportunity to approach, the latter also feared accidental hits on allies from the {Ape-man Degeneration Gun} so he went directly next to the Red Driver.

The driver’s injuries were severe; broken ribs, torn lungs, a fractured spine, paralyzed from the neck down.

He used his mind to take a bottle of Micro Life Potion from the Backpack, holding it in his hands. His Pikachu, tears streaming, took the Life Potion, pouring the crimson liquid into his mouth.

{Life Potion} doesn’t actually need to be drunk; just performing the drinking motion suffices. With one bottle, the driver’s injuries mostly healed, but the spinal damage couldn’t be repaired in the short term.

"Let me help you."

Ignoring the Red Driver’s loudly changing face and refusal, Li Cheng activated the {Assembled Puppet·Modified} effect directly, cutting open the driver’s back, removing the two coccyx bones from the end of the spine,

forcefully fitting them into the middle of the spine, filling the gap.

While mending, Li Cheng enthusiastically explained: "The coccyx generally fuses from 3 to 5 tail vertebrae around the age of 30~40, and is a vestigial structure from when humans evolved from apes, a remnant of a tail, serving no practical purpose.

Moreover, other remnant parts in the human body include wisdom teeth, the appendix, piloerector muscles, and tonsils.

The old man downstairs in our building keeps mumbling about how he wants to cut these useless parts out to make a dish."

Which old man? Like Hannibal, is it Hannibal?!

Freed from paralysis, the Red Driver wore a mask of pain, especially noticing that for convenience in stitching the wound, Li Cheng had temporarily installed a few zippers on his chest.

"Stop chatting and dodge quickly!"

Believing the situation was stabilized, White Horse Tombstone, who was smashing the ground with all his might, shouted, startling the others who instinctively retreated.

Only to see that the Evil Ghost, having endured hundreds and thousands of punches and resting at the pit’s bottom, was still moving.

Its surface was as tough as rubber, and even with all bones underneath its skin shattered, it maintained its shape.

Seizing the brief moment when White Horse Tombstone’s old strength was depleted and new strength hadn’t formed, the Evil Ghost surged up suddenly, darting out of the pit, persistently heading toward the Red Driver.

Luckily, the earlier loud warning from Tombstone had an effect.

The Red Driver clambered onto Pidgeot’s back instantly, Pidgeot flapped its wings, generating a gust of wind, swiftly ascending to a hundred meters in height, evading the Evil Ghost’s deadly pursuit.

Thump!

The Evil Ghost landed heavily back on the ground, looking up at the Red Driver already two to three hundred meters above, bending its knees, leaping up again like a cannonball towards the clouds, crashing through skyscraper glass, smashing through two floors,

then using the building as a springboard to continue pursuing the target.

Riding on Pidgeot’s back, the driver, hearing the wind roar from below, peeked down to see the Evil Ghost flying up like a cannonball, hastily tugging Pidgeot’s feathers, directing it to move nimbly between skyscrapers,

using buildings for cover, trying to delay the Evil Ghost’s pursuit as much as possible.

If he had to sum up his frustrated and helpless mindset in one phrase at the moment, it would undoubtedly be, "Why chase me?! I don’t even have emergency cooling syrup!!!"

"..."

Standing on the ground, Fuding Hualong was stunned; this mobility was unimaginable, right? If every small monster in this building complex were of this level, it would be better to withdraw from the killing field and abandon this commission sooner.

"...Is the title of ultimate endurance champion about to change hands today?"

Gray Rain showed a similarly serious expression. Even when White Horse Tombstone was punching before, his punches carried enchanted ghostly blue flames, not just pure physical attacks,

yet that Evil Ghost withstood all the damage just the same.

This couldn’t help but make Gray Rain feel a crisis of being surpassed in his domain of expertise, secretly resolved to train and enhance himself when back,

starting with chopping bricks by hand, biting lighters, jumping into ice holes,

gradually transitioning to chewing durians alive, chopping gas tanks with axes, and observing nuclear explosions at close range, the more hardcore endeavors.

"Strange, why does the Evil Ghost only chase the driver and not attack others?"

Troubled, White Horse Tombstone yelled at the Red Driver in the sky: "If you can’t handle it, return to the real world! This isn’t a screenplay mission; there’s no failure penalty."

The sound, weakened by the falling black snow, reached the driver’s ears, reduced to a whimpering wind.

Still on the ground, Li Cheng, seeing the driver could hold on for a while longer, suddenly thought of something and turned, walking into the high-stilted thatched hut.

The thatched hut, akin to the Vietnamese civilian houses during the Vietnam War, was barren, with no valuable possessions.

Ultimately, his gaze fell on the dead infant.