Chapter 48: Wu Tengkong vs. Guardian of the Crescent Moon

Wu Tengkong’s failure to kill the man with his strike was not unexpected. After advancing to a fourth-tier divine body, one’s organs could regenerate even if destroyed; unless their skull was pierced in a single blow, killing them outright was nearly impossible.

Nevertheless, the man’s body had been stabbed through by Wu Tengkong’s dagger, and his speed and reflexes were adversely affected. At that moment, Wu Tengkong reached behind him and drew out a heavy, specially crafted sniper rifle. He leveled it at the man, instantly taking aim.

But before he could fire, a terrifying sound of something splitting the air echoed; a small missile, trailing a fiery red tail, blasted toward him. Wu Tengkong was startled and hurriedly rolled aside. The missile exploded right in front of him, sending him flying dozens of meters away.

“Damn it, where did you get such weapons?” Wu Tengkong cursed as he scrambled to his feet. He spotted the person who had fired the missile—a cultist with only a second-tier divine body.

The cultist, seeing Wu Tengkong looking his way, quickly retreated. However, he was not the only one targeting the cultist; a flying vehicle shot down from above, crashing straight into the man.

Boom!

The vehicle struck the cultist, sending him hurtling into a nearby field, plowing the earth as if it were being tilled.

“Han Hao, nicely done!” Wu Tengkong called out. He then glanced at the figure still fleeing toward Great Green Mountain. With a powerful leap, he seized a large tree, nearly thirty centimeters in diameter, pulling it from the earth, roots and all.

“Die!” he growled. The poplar tree hurtled toward the man like an arrow.

The fourth-tier divine body cultist sensed danger behind him and turned to see the massive tree flying toward him. He spread his hands to catch it, but the force was overwhelming, and he was blasted away.

Boom!

Half the poplar tree plunged into the ground. Wu Tengkong leapt onto the tree and gazed toward Great Green Mountain, now less than ten kilometers away.

Bang!

Another gunshot rang out, and a bullet sped toward his head. But this was just an ordinary sniper round; it could not harm him. Without even dodging, he snatched the bullet out of the air.

“A mere first-tier divine body, and you dare act so brazenly!” he growled. With a flick of his wrist, he hurled the bullet back, its velocity now even greater. The bullet pierced the cultist’s forehead in an instant.

He scanned his surroundings, seeing no one but feeling the presence of danger. Still, he wanted to seize the opportunity to deal with the fleeing fourth-tier cultist.

“Perish!” He soared skyward, rising more than a hundred meters, then plunged down toward the cultist.

Rip!

Space shattered as he descended like a god from the heavens.

The fourth-tier cultist’s heart trembled. Suddenly, a figure burst forth, wielding a silver blade. The blade slashed through the air toward Wu Tengkong.

Wu Tengkong immediately sensed the source of the danger—it was this hidden adversary. The man was also a fifth-tier divine body.

Wu Tengkong had no choice but to halt and confront him. His arms turned gold, and he wore black gauntlets on his hands.

“You must be the Third Protector of the Crescent Cult. I’ve been searching for you for a long time,” Wu Tengkong said with a cold smile, reaching to seize the Third Protector’s blade. But the opponent was prepared; with his other hand, he drew a silver dagger from his waist and thrust it toward Wu Tengkong’s brow.

“Treacherous!” Wu Tengkong was startled and furious. He couldn’t bring his other hand to bear, so he blocked with his elbow.

Rip!

The dagger pierced through his elbow, but it became lodged in the flesh, unable to tear through his arm.

“My indestructible body is not a joke,” Wu Tengkong sneered. With his unengaged hand, he punched the Third Protector in the abdomen.

Bang!

Caught off guard, the Third Protector was blasted three miles away, crashing hard into the earth.

Wu Tengkong, a bit smug, reached down and pulled the dagger from his elbow. No blood followed. With a sudden fling, he hurled the dagger at the cultist still fleeing toward Great Green Mountain.

Rip!

This time, the dagger pierced the fleeing cultist’s throat.

Bang!

His neck split open, his head nearly severed. Terrified, the cultist collapsed, not daring to move.

“You little fool, my flying dagger is not famous for nothing,” Wu Tengkong said, satisfied as the cultist cowered, no longer daring to approach Great Green Mountain.

He turned to the Third Protector. “Good—now that you’ve shown yourself, you’re staying here today.”

“Wu Tengkong, you overestimate yourself,” the Third Protector said, slowly rising. He touched his sunken abdomen—many internal organs shattered. “You think I showed myself unprepared? That rat deserved to die, but in truth, you are the one we most want to kill. Because of you, so many cultists died in Jiangzhou.”

“Do you have the strength to kill me?” Wu Tengkong scoffed.

“What about us?” Two figures emerged from the darkness, both emanating powerful auras—fifth-tier divine bodies.

“Fourth Protector, Seventh Protector, you’re here at just the right time,” the Third Protector said, sneering. “Wu Tengkong, it seems the other city enforcement chiefs haven’t come to help, have they?”

“You’ve done your homework,” Wu Tengkong frowned. For cultists to know such secrets meant they had truly infiltrated the Enforcement Bureau.

“Kill him!” the Third Protector snapped. “Such a good opportunity—we don’t know when we’ll get another.”

“Do it.” Fourth and Seventh Protectors nodded. The three formed a triad, surrounding Wu Tengkong.

“So this has become a hunt for me,” Wu Tengkong thought, wondering what he had done to warrant such attention.

Kill!

All three attacked at once. But Wu Tengkong was no ordinary man; even alone against three, he did not fear.

“If you want to kill me, I’ll fight you to the bitter end!” he growled. His clothes exploded, revealing a body of fiery gold, clad only in a pair of black briefs.

The trio converged, his fists were like heavy hammers, intimidating them.

“I’ll start with you,” he declared, targeting the already injured Third Protector and ignoring the attacks of the others.

The Third Protector bore Wu Tengkong’s assault, suffering miserably.

Bang!

Wu Tengkong sent the Third Protector flying, but the Fourth and Seventh Protectors struck Wu Tengkong, knocking him back as well. The Fourth Protector, in particular, stabbed his thigh with a sword.

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Hongjia Village.

Chen Meng had long heard the commotion outside and hurried to the village entrance to see what was happening.

He climbed a tall tree and could faintly see Wu Tengkong’s golden body—so striking that it shone even in the darkness.

“The Enforcement Bureau’s chief is a real monster!” Chen Meng thought, watching Wu Tengkong, clad only in briefs. When the four battled together, it felt almost indecent.

Squeak squeak!

Mouse Beibei also cried out; now a divine body, he saw more clearly than Chen Meng.

“What’s going on out there?” The old man rode out on his electric scooter and, seeing Wu Tengkong, spat, “Who’s this pervert, half-naked—shameless!”

Uncle Tie nodded seriously.

“Grandpa, it’s three against one—aren’t you going to help?” Chen Meng probed.

“I told you, I’m just an ordinary old man. If I went out, I’d be flattened with a single punch,” the old man replied impatiently. “If things go bad, run. Don’t drag Hongjia Village into this. These cultists usually don’t target ordinary people unless necessary.”

“Wow, so heartless,” Chen Meng muttered. “Old man, I’ve wasted so many ‘grandpa’ calls on you.”

Grandpa one moment, deadbeat old man the next.

Chen Meng worried the old man meant what he said and quickly told Mouse Beibei, “If Wu Tengkong can’t hold out, run into the mountains.”

Squeak squeak!

Mouse Beibei protested, unwilling to flee.

Chen Meng sighed. This mouse was surprisingly loyal.

“Chen Meng!” a voice called. A flying vehicle approached, piloted by Han Hao.

“Captain Han!” Chen Meng breathed a sigh of relief—it was finally someone who could fight.

Bang!

But before Han Hao could disembark, a shot hurled him from the vehicle, landing him right in front of Chen Meng.

It was awkward.

“Damn it!” Han Hao climbed up, a gaping wound in his back, flesh torn and bloody.

“Captain!” Several Enforcement team members arrived.

Han Hao gritted his teeth. “Protect Chen Meng and the others. Don’t let the cultists into the village.”