184 Ten Thousand Poisonous Palms Show Its Migh

Bang!

While the tanned man was still immersed in a baffling fear that had just struck him, his twelve companions, who sat around two tables, could no longer hold themselves back. They suddenly exerted force and kicked away the tables in front of them.

"Attack!"

With one shout, they drew their weapons and rushed at the two young men outside the tavern. Even though one of their prey had two ferocious and terrifying zombies, which made him very strange, those puppets should only be at Blessed Realm, and the difference in the strength of the two sides was great!

In the end though, the main reason why the bandits could no longer hold themselves back was because they could not tolerate the thought of the two fat lambs escaping.

The sudden ambush naturally surprised Little North!

"What are you doing?!"

Even though he was taken by surprise, the results of his harsh training in the mass grave still showed themselves immediately.

Before the sabers and weapons could strike him, he spread his arms and got out of the tavern. He widened the distance between himself and his ambushers. Then, he quickly equipped a pair of black gloves.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

At the same time, two growls with an indecipherable meaning arose. The zombie puppets charged forward with their poisonous palms that were surrounded by black death aura. They fearlessly went up against the group in the tavern.

The blue-robed young man who sat outside the tavern did not provide any help since the start. Without uttering a single word, he just watched the ambush being launched with the force of an explosion, and when he saw how Little North reacted to the situation, his gaze did not change. He appeared very calm and composed.

The blue-robed young man was naturally Happy.

In truth, when they came, he had already noticed a bunch of red dots on the map.

With three years of experience in the game, it was only natural that he knew what they meant. Hence, he was very attentive of his surroundings when they arrived at the tavern.

But he did not tell Little North about it!

He only watched quietly and let Little North handle the situation by himself.

Reality showed that he was a good judge of character. Even though Little North did not have much experience in the game, after Happy whipped him into shape, his combat experience and his tactics when attacking enemies had improved exponentially. Even though his strategy was still not perfect in the face of an ambush, he could still easily protect himself.

Right before his eyes, Little North activated his qi of Blessed Realm and his body fortification technique while protected by his two zombies. He moved to the side and struck with Ten Thousand Poisonous Palms, which was already at the tenth realm. The sound of air being struck rose up, and the player closest to him suddenly face a huge black palm print. The palm struck him with a fierce whistle, and he was struck down to the ground.

Happy sat on his purplish-red horse with his back straight with a hint of a smile on his face.

The harsh training of the previous days had produced clear results!

Ten Thousand Poisonous Palms was a high-tier martial art palm technique that had the strength of fierce and ruthless attacks that would catch people by surprise. By the looks of it right then, Little North had managed to understand nine-tenths of the essence of that technique. With the harassment provided by the zombies' sturdy bodies and poisonous palms, he should have no problem in dealing with the motley crew.

Also, once someone was struck by Ten Thousand Poisonous Palms and did not eat an antidote in time, their abilities would continuously drop for a period of time. As the injury became worse, the poison would enter their blood, and in the end, it would be difficult for them to avoid dying of poison.

This meant that as long as they did not have antidotes on them and were injured by Little North, they were basically dead!

"Seventh!"

"Damn it! Kill him!"

When the tanned man snapped out of his daze and rushed out of the tavern, he could no longer stop the development of the situation. When he saw one of his companions' facial color darken and them being unable to get up after a long while, his heart filled up with anger. He shot forward and pounced on Little North. A dazzling purple saber glare shot out from his saber, its light reaching one foot. Then, he swung his saber upwards with the momentum of a lightning bolt to hit Little North, who was busy attacking another one of his companions.

Whoosh!

A black figure pounced on him like a ghost.

The tanned man paid attention to the entire battlefield, so it was only natural that he sensed the zombie trying to block him. He gritted his teeth and increased the strength of his swing.

Bang!

He struck the zombie head on.

The zombie puppet looked as if it had been struck by lightning. With its feet still on the ground, it skidded a few feet away.

But the tanned man was not in a better situation.

Even though he managed to hit the zombie's shoulder with all his strength, the powerful rebound nearly made him lose his grip over his weapon.

The zombie that had been sent skidding away only had one blurry wound on its body. With a tap on the ground, it appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye. It swung its foul-smelling and poisonous palms.

When the tanned man saw this, he was so terrified that he felt as if his soul had left his body.

On the other side, Little North used the experience he had gained when fighting against Mystical Realm zombies to bring out the full power of the extremely sinister and wicked presence of Ten Thousand Poisonous Palms. With three or two palm strikes, someone would definitely scream in pain and fly out onto the government-made road.

In a moment, four people died in the tavern.

The others were held back by a zombie who could shrug off the attacks of all weapons. The group was badly battered by the zombie's suicidal attacks, unable to defend themselves.

When the sixth person fell dead, the tanned man was already pale. Little North fought alone, but he could trap them in a situation that left them surrounded by problems. No wonder the other person on the government-made road was so composed and did not show any hint of panic. It was only then that the tanned man learned the true meaning of the saying "Overconfidence leads to fatal mistakes".

They ran into an opponent who was too tough for them to handle!

"Retreat!" he shouted out through gritted teeth. Then, he ran back into the tavern before heading into another direction.

The others all gave up on fighting the zombie and fled madly at their fastest speed!

"You're thinking of running?!"

Little North was having fun fighting, so there was no way he would be willing to let things end. But right after he took a few steps forward, Happy made him stop.

"Don't chase after them."

It was only then that Little North stopped running. He spat in the direction of the tanned man and his lackeys before turning his head around and smiling. "Boss, how was my performance just now? How was it?" His face was flushed red and his chest heaved when he spoke. It made him look very excited and smug.

"Not bad."

Happy jumped down from his horse and entered the tavern. He then spoke in a lecturing tone. "Next time, when you go out, remember to pay attention to your surroundings. Don't be so careless. Just now, you're lucky that you turned around and walked out. If they had decided to ambush you in the tavern, you wouldn't have won."

Once he thought about this for a while, Little North nodded.

If the bandits had been really close to him, no matter how careful he was, he would have gotten injured. And if he panicked, he would not be able to predict what would happen after that.

"Next time, be more careful. We will run into even more of such situations during our trip to Fox Cave. Your opponents' abilities will also be even stronger." Happy received the rations the waiter handed to them with a profound look in his eyes.

"With your current abilities, you might be able to protect yourself against one or two good players, but if the numbers increase, you'll be in danger."

He paused for a moment and looked at Little North who listened to his words with an open mind. "There will be plenty of players with such capabilities near Fox Cave."

"Boss, I won't embarrass you."

"I don't care about you embarrassing me. I'm worried that you'll lose your life." Happy rolled his eyes at him and ignored Little North trying to curry his favor.

Little North did not seem to mind.

"Why should I be afraid of anything with you around? Tsk, tsk. Right now, I can't wait for you to reach Wuhu's Immortal Fox Village and make those people who claim to be powerful and often go into Fox Cave see just what true strength is!"

"Enough, stop being so smug. Gather up the things outside. Don't waste them."

"Oh, right."

It was only then that Little North remembered that he had not searched through the corpses of the six players. He excitedly ran out of the tavern.