1215 Fight! (1/2)

On top of the city wall, the Judge's blood-colored robe flapped in the wind. His eyes shone like torches as they fixed on Bu Fang, who hovered midair outside Abyss City.

At his order, the law enforcers on the wall moved. They leaped into the air, exploded with terrible power, and rushed toward Bu Fang and Whitey.

Whitey's scarlet mechanical eyes flickered, and its metal wings spread with a clanging noise. In the next instant, it bolted forward with the War God Stick in hand like a humanoid war machine. Lightning erupted from its body, making it look like a thunderbolt itself.

Suddenly, countless spears were thrown at it. Without hesitation, it spun the War God Stick rapidly, stirring up a powerful gust of wind that blew away all the black spears. Then, it shook the metal wings on its back. The sound of metal on metal filled the air as numerous sword lights shot out of the wings, blotted out the skies, and rained down at the law enforcers.

Whitey had held up against nearly a hundred law enforcers. However, there were others who managed to fly past it and headed straight at Bu Fang. In their opinions, the young man was weaker than the puppet who had reached the Little Saint realm, so he must be easier to deal with.

Bu Fang clasped his hands behind his back and stood in the void. His expression remained unchanged as he sighed softly. On his shoulders, Shrimpy and Foxy rested their eyes on the law enforcers who were flying over in their direction.

On the wall, the Judge gazed coldly at Bu Fang. A murderous look crept up his face as he ordered, ”Kill this boy! Attack!”

Boom!

As soon as his voice rang out, numerous figures soared into the air. Almost all the experts who stayed back in Abyss City had shown up now. Most of these law enforcers were Nine-star True Immortals, and some were half-step Saints. There were only two Little Saints among them, who were the leaders of the two law enforcement teams. However, these two leaders had joined hands to fight with Whitey. The rest all went for Bu Fang.

Staring at the group of men who were charging frantically toward him with savage looks, Bu Fang's eyes suddenly flashed with a blood-colored gleam. The warm blood in him was beginning to boil.

In the next moment, he rose higher into the sky. The striped red-and-white Vermilion Chef Robe turned fiery scarlet, making it look as if he was wreathed in a raging red fire. At the same time, his spirit sea boiled, and waves of energy spread out from the divine will phantom spirit hovering over it, which erupted in an instant.

Bu Fang moved. Like a fiery red arrowhead, he sped through the air and approached the enemies in a flash, holding the Black Turtle Constellation Wok that glowed with an earthy yellow luster.

A half-step Saint, who was charging at Bu Fang, widened his eyes.

The half-step Saint thrust a long knife to meet the wok, but it was knocked flying away.

The law enforcer's pupils constricted. In the next instant, the black wok smashed him in the face with a mighty force. He felt his head almost burst apart, and he heard the bones in his face crack. A jet of blood gushed out of his mouth as he was knocked flying away like a shooting star.

Bu Fang stepped on the void. His Vermilion Chef Robe burned ragingly as if a Fire Vermilion was about to rise from the flames. The flaming wings on his back unfolded, waved, and pushed him forward like a fiery red thunderbolt. His face was expressionless as he held the Black Turtle Constellation Wok in one hand.

This time, he didn't use Foxy. He wanted to defeat the enemies with his own strength. With his divine will, boiling mental force, physical strength, and the God of Cooking Set, his fighting capacity was not weak at all. Although he didn't know any fighting skills, he knew that with absolute strength, he could overwhelm all fancy techniques. He didn't need any skills. All he needed to do was crush the enemies with absolute strength!

No one could withstand his wok!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Carrying the Black Turtle Constellation Wok, Bu Fang crashed into the enemies like a thunderbolt, smashing one law enforcer after another with it. The wok shattered their bones and made them cough blood while tumbling backward.

The city wall rumbled as many of them were thrown onto it, cracking its surface.

Meanwhile, the two Little Saints and Whitey fought each other in a fierce battle. Whenever Whitey swept out the War God Stick, it would stir up a thunderstorm, making the two Little Saints' hearts shiver with fear and forcing them to dodge it. The fight between them was a violent one. Although Whitey was just a One-revolution Little Saint, it had no trouble in suppressing two Little Saints.

Without these Little Saints, Bu Fang was almost invincible among the experts of the same level as him. Every time when he swung out the Black Turtle Constellation Wok, an enemy would be knocked flying away.

He floated in the void. The flaming wings on his back were so dazzling that they made him look like a true god. Suddenly, he threw out the black wok. As it spun across the void, the wok grew larger and larger, until finally it turned as huge as a hill and crashed down toward Abyss City with a tremendous amount of pressure.

”You're courting death!” the Judge growled as he stomped his feet and shot up like a missile. In the blink of an eye, he approached the wok and threw a punch at it.

Dong!

Ripples spread out of the Black Turtle Constellation Wok.

The wok, which crashed down like a hill, was forcibly pushed back by the Judge. It grew smaller, flew backward, and was grabbed by Bu Fang. Borrowing the momentum, Bu Fang catapulted himself straight toward the Judge.

The Judge was a Two-revolution Little Saint, so his cultivation base was strong. However, Bu Fang planned to face him head-on this time.

A blood-colored stream of light and a fiery red ray crashed into each other.

There was a cold look in the Judge's eyes as he said, ”You're merely a half-step Saint! How dare you fight me head-on? You're digging your own grave!”

Boom!

The Judge's aura erupted like fierce waves. The cultivation base of a Two-revolution Little Saint was indeed very formidable. Above his head, two Wills of the Great Path transformed into blood-red dragons, roaring as they swooped down at Bu Fang.

Bu Fang's face was indifferent. He threw out the Black Turtle Constellation Wok once again, but this time, he gave it a slap to make it spin even faster, causing the void to squeak and crack.

RUMBLE!

A violent collision took place in the void, and the wok was knocked flying back in an instant. Bu Fang stood in the void, unmoving. With a wave of his hand, the wok disappeared. Then, a golden ray slashed out through the air, accompanied by a sonorous dragon roar that echoed through the skies. The Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife finally made its appearance.

Boom!

Even then, an illusory shadow emerged behind Bu Fang. It was a colossal shadow with its head touching the top of the sky, and it exuded a tremendous amount of pressure that seemed to almost collapse the void.

The shadow was holding a knife. Slowly, the knife slashed down toward the Judge, who was soaring into the sky with the two dragons of the Great Path wheeling around him.

A knife energy was rapidly gathered, and the color of the world seemed to change because of it.

”A slash... Cutting Immortal Style!” Bu Fang cried out softly and made a slash with the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife.

The dragons of the Great Path wheeled upward and collided with Bu Fang's attack.

Boom!

A terrible explosion rang out, and the blasts pushed Bu Fang back.

”For someone who possessed the cultivation base of a half-step Saint, you are considered strong. Unfortunately, you have no idea how terrible a Two-revolution Little Saint is!”

The Judge's figure kept shifting through the void, and suddenly, he appeared in front of Bu Fang.

”You've killed Blood Three, and now you have to pay the price with your blood...” he said in a cold voice.