Chapter 190 – Victorious (1/2)
Clank. Fatty parried the anaconda’s attack with a swing of his Elemental Sword. Before he had time to return with a counter attack, his foot slipped, and he nearly stumbled.
The Curse of Misfortune had reared its ugly head once more. Indeed, Fatty would feel strange if it didn't act up after so long.
While Fatty was entangled with the green anaconda, Golden Scale TheMighty took this opportunity to fire several arrows and was nearly able to kill Fatty.
Zoom! Another Howling Bullet was shot out. Wheat attacked timely to defend its master. However, the rodent didn’t pose much of a threat to Golden Scale TheMighty due to the 50% damage reduction, so he ignored it and only focused on striking Fatty, wanting to finish him off as soon as possible.
Under the relentless attacking of Golden Scale TheMighty and his pet, Fatty’s health plummeted. He was in drastic straights, which didn’t grant him much energy to deal with the PK.
“This is bad, Fatty’s gonna lose at this rate,” East Gate Blowingwind wrinkled his brows.
“I don’t think so. How can Fatty lose that easily?” Han Shen immediately disagreed. However, his face was full of anxiety, as well. He hated the fact that he couldn’t just jump out there and kill off Golden Scale TheMighty.
Spatial Spoon. Seeing the sliver of health left on his HP bar, Fatty activated the Spatial Spoon and disappeared into the secluded dimension.
Thud. The three-eyed green anaconda fell to the ground. It kept squirming on the ground and flicking its tongue.
“What skill was that?” Everyone was dumbstruck. Only Purple Bell’s lips slightly curved into a smile.
Ignoring Wheat’s ongoing attacks, Golden Scale TheMighty swallowed a red pill. Then, he held his bow and arrow in a readied stance, entirely on alert, waiting for Fatty to emerge.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes… After over a dozen minutes, Fatty still didn’t show up. Golden Scale TheMighty finally grew a little agitated. He checked the map again and again, but there was still no red spot showing Fatty’s location.
“Did he die and respawn back in the city?” Golden Scale TheMighty mumbled, then looked askance to the other party.
HeadofGod instantly understood the meaning of this look and grinned, “Don’t look at us, of course, he hasn’t died.”
At this moment, Fatty wasn’t faring too well. All of the previous curses had begun to take effect, so all of the spot on his body that had been cursed begun to ache. And the most critical thing was, the permanent blindness was going to activate after ten or so minutes.
“Your grandma! Lord Fatty has been wild and domineering all his life, how could I fall here?!” Fatty cursed and pulled out several scrolls.
To be missed and loved so much by the God of Misfortune, the Heart of Misfortune is definitely something formidable. Even if I can’t use it, I can still gift it to Lin Xi to strengthen our relationship. These scrolls are going to be well-spent.
As for Sevik’s request, Fatty had long thrown it to the ninth layer of heaven1. If that envoy wanted to make a deal with the Fat Squad, he should have behaved and sat there waiting for the results. Yet, that brat actually let in another group. Of course, Lord Fatty won’t follow the deal and give him the heart now.
All the scrolls Fatty took out were given to him by West the Flame Ruler, so they naturally were all fire-attribute. Back when Fatty had extorted twenty-three of these scrolls from West, the latter’s heart ached so much that he wanted to die.
Stepping out of the secluded dimension, Fatty appeared behind Golden Scale TheMighty, acting as if he was about to attack. Golden Scale TheMighty instinctively moved despite being shocked and quickly lengthened the distance between them.
“Brother Grubber, I was even starting to think that our duel wouldn’t conclude today,” Golden Scale TheMighty smiled brightly. There was an unspoken implication that Fatty was a scaredy cat who could only hide and didn’t dare fight face-to-face.
Fatty grinned and didn’t bother to argue. With a swing of his hand, a scroll soared toward Golden Scale TheMighty.
Ding.
System Notification: Player Money Grubber has used an intermediate fire skill scroll, Fire Blast. Single target magic attack: 800.
Boom! A fiery flame as big as a finger ripped through the air. Not giving Golden Scale TheMighty any time to react, the spark pierced his chest.
Puff! Blood splattered, and a terrifying –450 popped up from the victim’s head.
“Huh, he didn’t die from that?” Fatty exclaimed, very surprised.
Golden Scale TheMighty’s body trembled, his face deathly pale. He stuffed a pill in his mouth and instantly restored his entire bar of HP.
“Brother Grubber, you really have some good tricks up your sleeve, that’s scroll sure is something. If it weren’t for my equipment having high magic defense and high HP addition, I would have been insta-killed.”
After digesting it, Golden Scale TheMighty made a pained expression for having to say farewell to that precious pill. His gaze toward Fatty now carried an ominous glint as well.
“What’s that pill you used? It can restore your entire bar of HP all at once?” Fatty asked in surprise.
“Flowing Silk Pill, a high-rank pill refined by our guild’s item-maker. It can restore your HP in the blink of an eye,” Golden Scale TheMighty explained with a grit of his teeth.
“The side effects must not be too enjoyable, huh?” Fatty smiled cutely.
“Humph, such mundane side effects won’t stop me from killing you. If you have the ability, take out another scroll,” Golden Scale TheMighty snorted coldly. The side effect was more than just unpleasant. While the pill could fully restore one’s HP, the user would have all of their other stats decreased by 30% for one hour, which genuinely irritated Golden Scale TheMighty.
Every second counted in a duel between experts. If he weren’t sure about winning due to Fatty’s condition, Golden Scale TheMighty wouldn’t dare to use such a pill in a fight like this.