184 Ten Thousand Poisonous Palms Show Its Migh (1/2)

Bang!

While the tanned man was still immersed in a baffling fear that had just struck him, his twelve companions, who sat around two tables, could no longer hold themselves back. They suddenly exerted force and kicked away the tables in front of them.

”Attack!”

With one shout, they drew their weapons and rushed at the two young men outside the tavern. Even though one of their prey had two ferocious and terrifying zombies, which made him very strange, those puppets should only be at Blessed Realm, and the difference in the strength of the two sides was great!

In the end though, the main reason why the bandits could no longer hold themselves back was because they could not tolerate the thought of the two fat lambs escaping.

The sudden ambush naturally surprised Little North!

”What are you doing?!”

Even though he was taken by surprise, the results of his harsh training in the mass grave still showed themselves immediately.

Before the sabers and weapons could strike him, he spread his arms and got out of the tavern. He widened the distance between himself and his ambushers. Then, he quickly equipped a pair of black gloves.

”Roar!”

”Roar!”

At the same time, two growls with an indecipherable meaning arose. The zombie puppets charged forward with their poisonous palms that were surrounded by black death aura. They fearlessly went up against the group in the tavern.

The blue-robed young man who sat outside the tavern did not provide any help since the start. Without uttering a single word, he just watched the ambush being launched with the force of an explosion, and when he saw how Little North reacted to the situation, his gaze did not change. He appeared very calm and composed.

The blue-robed young man was naturally Happy.

In truth, when they came, he had already noticed a bunch of red dots on the map.

With three years of experience in the game, it was only natural that he knew what they meant. Hence, he was very attentive of his surroundings when they arrived at the tavern.

But he did not tell Little North about it!

He only watched quietly and let Little North handle the situation by himself.

Reality showed that he was a good judge of character. Even though Little North did not have much experience in the game, after Happy whipped him into shape, his combat experience and his tactics when attacking enemies had improved exponentially. Even though his strategy was still not perfect in the face of an ambush, he could still easily protect himself.

Right before his eyes, Little North activated his qi of Blessed Realm and his body fortification technique while protected by his two zombies. He moved to the side and struck with Ten Thousand Poisonous Palms, which was already at the tenth realm. The sound of air being struck rose up, and the player closest to him suddenly face a huge black palm print. The palm struck him with a fierce whistle, and he was struck down to the ground.

Happy sat on his purplish-red horse with his back straight with a hint of a smile on his face.

The harsh training of the previous days had produced clear results!

Ten Thousand Poisonous Palms was a high-tier martial art palm technique that had the strength of fierce and ruthless attacks that would catch people by surprise. By the looks of it right then, Little North had managed to understand nine-tenths of the essence of that technique. With the harassment provided by the zombies' sturdy bodies and poisonous palms, he should have no problem in dealing with the motley crew.

Also, once someone was struck by Ten Thousand Poisonous Palms and did not eat an antidote in time, their abilities would continuously drop for a period of time. As the injury became worse, the poison would enter their blood, and in the end, it would be difficult for them to avoid dying of poison.

This meant that as long as they did not have antidotes on them and were injured by Little North, they were basically dead!

”Seventh!”

”Damn it! Kill him!”

When the tanned man snapped out of his daze and rushed out of the tavern, he could no longer stop the development of the situation. When he saw one of his companions' facial color darken and them being unable to get up after a long while, his heart filled up with anger. He shot forward and pounced on Little North. A dazzling purple saber glare shot out from his saber, its light reaching one foot. Then, he swung his saber upwards with the momentum of a lightning bolt to hit Little North, who was busy attacking another one of his companions.

Whoosh!

A black figure pounced on him like a ghost.

The tanned man paid attention to the entire battlefield, so it was only natural that he sensed the zombie trying to block him. He gritted his teeth and increased the strength of his swing.

Bang!