1079 A Disgraceful Figh (1/2)

The Holy Cat statue wasn't pitying the strays. It had asked them to get out of the way just to prevent them from slowing it down. Since they refused to, their only option was to be crushed into dust under its weight!

The ground shook with every single step it took.

Its heavy body and its high speed run made it a reckless tank rushing at full speed. Even if a brick wall were to show up right in front of it now, it was confident that it would be able to put a hole through it. Even Old Time Tea and Fina would have to beware of him. A strong person could defeat 10 skilled fighters, after all.

It turned its head back a little to spy on the situation behind them. Seeing Zhang Zian and Old Time Tea staying where they were and not chasing after it, it was secretly relieved. Even though it was not afraid of Old Time Tea, it would still be a hassle if it was ever involved in a fight with it.

As long as it could break out of this trap today and go back to its secret base to gather itself, when it finally reached its peak performance, both Old Time Tea and Fina would be about as significant to him as two ants.

Of course, the best course of action would be to leave Binhai City for another place. It was quite dangerous, a fact it had come to understand in its short period here, roaming the darkness.

The entrance to the grass patch was finally within its reach, and as for all those pesky strays, since they weren't afraid of death, they could just die!

Suddenly, its entire body was pushed down, as though it were carrying a heavy load on its back. Due to how unexpected the impact was, it almost broke its poor old back.

Its suppressed anger all burst out in one go. Who dared to attack it at this time?

He turned to see a fat orange cat bravely jumping onto its back, raising its fat paw, and slapping its face, twice!

It was dumbfounded, not because of how powerful or strong the slap was. Even if it was stronger than usual cats', it wasn't strong enough to warrant putting it into such a trance. It was because it had never received such humiliation as the humiliation of actually getting slapped by a stray.

Even though the cat was fat, it was relatively agile. It hit just once and immediately retreated, not wanting to prolong the fight. Even before the Holy Cat statue could react to it, the orange cat immediately jumped off its back and rolled into the long grass.

It knew that it should hold it in for the sake of the big plan. But it really couldn't. It was a god. If a god didn't punish anyone that dared treat them this way, who would still be afraid of them?

So it dug its paws right into the soft soil, digging four deep holes into it. It didn't wait for its sprinting body to completely stop before changing courses and rushing towards the orange cat.

Its eyes were almost bleeding red with how angry it was. It swore to itself that it would chop that fat orange cat into a thousand pieces!

No matter how agile the fat cat was, it was still a normal cat. And no matter how clumsy the Holy Cat statue was, it was still about to become an elfin. Their speeds were as different as night and day.

But the period of acceleration and deceleration had given all of the other strays a short window of opportunity. Just as it was about to catch up to the fat cat, another brave stray jumped onto its back.

This was a white-grey floppy-eared cat, cute and cuddly but just as fierce when it came to its attacks, aiming directly for its eyes with its sharpened claws.

It was the natural instinct of every living being to protect their eyes, and the Holy Cat statue was no exception. It turned around, closing its eyes and evading the attack before bending its body to swing the grey cat off its back, opening its mouth and aiming directly for the grey cat's throat.

Right then, its body froze up as though it had gotten electrocuted. It opened its eyes wide again, jerkily backing off several steps and gaping unbelievingly at the assassin that was hiding in the dark.

A pure white ball of fur rolled to its side.

The white ball opened up, and Snowy Lionet brought its paw to its nose and gave it a sniff, its face scrunching up and turning away as though it had smelled something absolutely vile. ”I've checked its crotch, and it's a male—yet another stinky male!”

Even though the Holy Cat statue was strong and sturdy, it still hurt a lot to be groped like that by Snowy Lionet. Its body was not completely made of copper after all. It was really close to being an actual elfin.