863 Ridiculous Little Fatty (2/2)

Immediately, he retrieved a water bag with a flip of his wrist. He poured some water to wash his face and eyes before he shook his head like a dog, flinging the droplets of water away. As his eyes opened to look at his surrounding, he cried out in despair, ”Oh mother, what's become of this? Where's the forest?”

The fatty cried like he had lost his family, his liveliness draining away from him. There was a huge sense of disbelief bouncing off of him as well as if the borderless finely ground leaves gave him an extreme sense of shock.

The fatty waved his arms, creating a formidable force that swiftly swept the dust thousands of feet around him up and away somewhere. Sometime later, there was a boom; one could imagine a storm of dust landing far away.

The little fatty who had cleared his surroundings did not stop there. Like a hound, he went back and forth across the exposed ground like he was searching for something, looking and sniffing. Once he covered a distance of a hundred feet, he swung his arm to sweep away another area of dust.

As the fellow walked around looking and tossing the ground leaves away as he sniffed, he finally came to where Yun Yang was standing. However, his eyes were never cast upwards. He remained close to the ground to carefully inspect for any oddities, crying out after a moment, ”Oh my lord! The marking I made is here, this is definitely that forest. However, where is the forest? Where has it gone to?”

Yun Yang followed the fatty's gaze, spotting a round rock approximately thirty to forty feet away from him that had been carved into a tortoise, either with a saber or a sword. It looked terribly realistic. The tortoise's head was stretched out of his shell strenuously and elongated to look out.

Similarly, the little fatty was also stretching his neck as he huddled on the ground, his head turned to look at one side. The both of them looked like a reflection of each other, the carving mirroring its creator.

Yun Yang could not help feeling tickled. This fellow seemed like he would be a fun one!

His amusement, subsequently, shocked the fatty under him.

Springing up with a loud pop, the fellow flew hundreds of feet away before he raised his head in panic. He exclaimed, looking at Yun Yang who stood higher up, ”Oh my god, there's someone here… You – you… Who are you? Why are you here? You – you – are you a man or a ghost? You – what's happening?”

Yun Yang was speechless.

Looking at the fatty's movement and cultivation base, he was already an esteemed expert. Yet, it was such an expert who felt nothing despite the fact that Yun Yang had been standing above him for so long. He was just scurrying underneath him, burrowing back and forth like a ground squirrel, and had no idea that a normal-sized grown person was standing right above him. Such a lack of awareness was honestly ridiculous!

Yun Yang sighed inwardly. Such intelligence and such alertness… How did he survive and even grow so fat in a place as dangerous as the Bound of Universe?

Before Yun Yang could speak, however, the fatty reacted rather promptly to the surprise. He backed hundreds of feet away and squinted at Yun Yang in vigilance. Suddenly, the fatty hollered, ”Who are you? Where has this forest gone to? You – you – unacceptable! You saw my secret marking just now, didn't you?”

He continued harshly without waiting for Yun Yang's reply, ”What a thief – how unscrupulous you are! I shall fight with my all today then!”

Letting out a roar, the fatty stood in a stance as if he was ready for death even as he spoke in anguish, ”Come, I shall pull you along if I die! Even a worm will turn. How dare you fair-faced boy harass me like this! Is there still justice – where's the justice in this?”

Yun Yang was exasperated.

Not only was this fellow absurd, but he was also clearly sick as well.

Instantly, the fatty had turned into a round ball of lightning without a second word. Advancing quickly, a long, golden whip lashed out from his grip aggressively.

Yun Yang, who was experienced in battle, was calm. As he focused his gaze on the fatty, he saw that there was a gleaming ball attached to the latter's long whip. It was no ordinary whip – it was a meteor hammer!

”Wait!” Yun Yang hollered loudly, his hand upraised after some thought.

Swoosh! The fatty skipped hundreds of feet back again like he had been bitten by a snake.

”Scared? It's good that you're scared now!”

The meteor hammer flew back, following his retreat, almost bashing its owner's head in.