1080 Last Figh (1/2)

The soil in the green space was soft, and the Holy Cat Statue was heavy and strong. It lost its balance in the air, then fell to the soil and ate sh*t.

When it raised its head again, its face was covered in mud, green leaves, and grass roots.

It no longer cared about cleaning its face. It looked around for the location of the one who had attacked it, because the moment it was attacked, it smelled a very familiar scent; it was the scent of its sworn enemy from 2,000 years ago.

When Fina suddenly appeared, it kicked the Holy Cat Statue in the back of its head, and used the power of the kick to change its direction. It jumped onto the railing of the streetlight, then stared at it from a high point. Even though it was dark, the fur on its body still showed a dull, grand, golden color.

The Holy Cat Statue glared at Fina fiercely. It was not wrong––it was its sworn enemy that had tortured it for thousands of years.

It then turned its head to stare at Zhang Zian. It asked, ”Did you not say that Fina was not here?”

Zhang Zian shrugged his shoulders. ”The soldier's crafty! Why should I tell you the truth when you won't surrender? What good is it for me to keep you on guard?”

The Holy Cat Statue felt like it was being choked until it was mute.

When two soldiers fought, the the more crafty they were, the better.

It suddenly remembered that when it used to live in the pet shop, Zhang Zian had managed to confuse everyone just using his mouth. He had even confused Fina before, and now it had fallen prey to Zhang Zian's trickery.

It really wanted to beat Zhang Zian up and release its anger, but at that moment, the situation was disadvantageous for it. It could not be bothered with such a useless man.

It reevaluated the situation. There was Fina on the streetlight, Old Time Tea on the ground, and the unscrupulous Snowy Lionet waiting for an opportunity to attack. Its odds were basically zero, but it still had no fear.

Perhaps they could hit it until it was in pain, or humiliate it, but as long as it had a bronze body, they could never defeat it. As long as it wanted, it could retreat alive; it had that assurance.

They just needed to wait for it to regroup––none of them were his opponent.

”It's you!” Its gaze turned back to Fina. ”The b*tch––Bastet's spokesman––are you here to challenge me?” it said scornfully. ”Unfortunately, you're too late! It's too late! You should regret that you didn't notice my recovery in time at the pet store. It was too late. When I fully recover my strength, every cat, domestic or stray, will be killed! Then you will live to be mummified!”

Facing its threats and provocations, Fina was unmoved. It said calmly, ”I'm afraid you won't have that chance, you self-righteous fellow. You talk about crazy ideas… I am very willing to bury you again and completely end the long-standing feud that lasted for thousands of years. The old hatred is hard to compare to the new feud, and there is an owner who wants to collect your debt to them. I came today just to watch you die. I will then add a piece of loess to your grave, which is my sign of respect for my former rival…”

The Holy Cat Statue was stunned at first, then it laughed wildly. It said, ”What a joke! Who's the one talking about crazy ideas? Who would dare to kill me? Who would dare to kill me?” Its voice was like rusty pieces of metal rubbing against each other. It was hoarse and chilling.

No wonder it spoke out wildly and fearlessly. With its iron-walled like body, no one could contain it if it wanted to run.

At that moment, in the dark forest, someone sighed disdainfully and chanted slowly, ”Green water and green hills are in vain. What is the true God to do to the false god?”

The phrase ”false god” seemed to have angered the Holy Cat Statue's sensitive mind. It stared in the direction the sound came from and yelled, ”Who is it?”

It remembered that sound. When it first arrived in the green space, that voice had said some very strange words––something about ”Millennium Old Devil Dances.” At that time, it had been very angry because it was a god, not some kind of devil. It seemed that the owner of the voice was finally going to appear.

There was the sound of leaves crunching, then Vladimir slowly walked out of the woods.

”You?” The Holy Cat Statue suspiciously judged Vladimir. It had some blurry recollections of Old Time Tea and Snowy Lionet, but it was definitely its first time meeting the cat in front of it.

Old Time Tea wore a bamboo hat and a long flowing robe, which was different at first glance; Fina was luxurious and dusty, with markings that were very different from modern cats; even Snowy Lionet had a strange appearance––it had a black line running through the top part of its forehead… The three cats were unusual looking, but the new blue cat, apart from the fact that it could talk, was nothing more than an ordinary cat… And it was not purebred. It looked like a stray cat with its face covered in dirt.

”Who are you? Report your name!” the Holy Cat Statue said.

Vladimir answered, ”I'm called Vladimir.”

”Vladimir?” The Holy Cat Statue thought for a bit. The name sounded foreign, and the statue was unsure of its meaning. ”Where are you from? Who was your original owner? What kind of outstanding background do you have?”

Vladimir shook its head. ”I'm from a group of cats, and I'll leave from a group of cats. I'm just an ordinary cat.”

The Holy Cat Statue's conjecture was confirmed, and its heart was no longer fearful. It pointed to Vladimir and laughed loudly. It roared, ”You're a nobody. You had the courage to show up, and you dare to speak out, even though you're a nobody? I might just die from laughter! Thank you for bringing me heartfelt joy. Get out of my sight before I get angry! Do you know who I am? When the primitive people of this country were still playing with mud, I existed in this world! People worshipped me earlier than Bastet! Who do you think you are?”

Vladimir said, half-smiling, ”Then, why are you pretending to be Bastet to confuse people's minds?”

This sentence injured the Holy Cat Statue to its core.

When people saw the Holy Cat Statue, they thought that it was a statue used to worship the Cat God Bastet. The followers of evil gods carved it almost identically to the real Bastet statue. They added a golden nose ring in order to deliberately confuse the public's vision and draw some worship to it.

Because of that, it built its reputation much later than Bastet, and its name was not feared for that long.

”You're courting death!” Its lies being revealed embarrassed it greatly. It yelled loudly as it jumped towards Vladimir.

Every step it took went deep into the soil. Straw stalks, fallen leaves, gravel, and mud were thrown high with its steps, and its healthy body was agile like a panther.

Whether it was Fina, Old Time Tea, Snowy Lionet, or any other elfin, they could only use their nimble body to avoid the sharp edges of the statue. If they faced it head-on, it could be dangerous for them.

But Vladimir did not have any plans on avoiding it. It stared at it calmly, as if it had already accepted its fate.

The distance of more than ten meters decreased in the blink of an eye.

The Holy Cat Statue was happy in its heart. It laughed, thinking that the blue cat was an idiot. Even if Vladimir wanted to hide, it would not have enough time.

It stepped on the ground, then leaped with all its strength and opened its mouth to bite Vladimir's neck. Its bronze tusks glistened in the moonlight.

Vladimir did not do much. It just raised up a front claw, not using its claws to attack like other cats did. Instead, it tightly curled its paw into a fist, took a deep breath, and yelled loudly, ”Take my fist! Meow Meow Doctrine Iron Fist!”

As far as the Holy Cat Statue could tell, the punch was as common as the blue cat itself. It was neither as fierce as Old Time Tea, nor as agile as Fina, nor as shameless as Snowy Lionet. It had neither speed nor strength. It was absolutely impossible for such a weak punch to do any harm to it. Its mass, inertia, and speed had reached their limits..