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Seeing that the dried corpse had a shuriken stuck between its eyebrows and seemed completely unharmed, Qin Mian gasped in shock.
"Damn, is she that strong?" He squinted at Scarlett, who was still struggling in pain, and thought to himself, "I wonder how many corpses Scarlett can control at once. If she can control a lot, then as long as there are many corpses, wouldn't this Corpse-Controlling King be invincible?"
Indeed, the skills of each sect are not simple.
His Qilin Bloodline is incredibly powerful, and the others' skills are also quite good.
He didn't know if his Qilin blood could counteract the dried corpse, but he wouldn't try it now. These were his trump cards, and their effectiveness would be greatly reduced if they were exposed.
Moreover, it's better that the dried corpse is alright now; it would be even better if we could find out the role that Yamamoto Ichiro was playing.
Yamamoto Ichiro's face alternated between pale and flushed; it was unclear whether he regretted bringing the corpse along.
Seeing the dried corpse roar and charge again, a fierce glint flashed in Yamamoto Ichiro's eyes, and he stopped dodging. His small body burst forth with astonishing speed, and he actually went against the flow, charging towards the dried corpse!
The two approached each other instantly!
The mummified corpse opened its rotten mouth, revealing black and yellow teeth, and lunged to bite at Yamamoto Ichiro's neck.
At the critical moment, Yamamoto Ichiro displayed extraordinary flexibility and coordination, leaning his upper body backward and twisting to the side at an angle that almost defied ergonomics, while a cold light flashed in his hand!
puff!
A uniquely shaped kunai pierced the dried corpse's left chest, right up to its heart, with pinpoint penetration through the front and protruding through the back! This strike was ruthless and decisive; if it were a living person, they would have died instantly.
However, the desiccated corpse only paused slightly, and no blood flowed from the pierced chest.
It seemed oblivious to the pain, its left arm sweeping across, its dark nails grazing Yamamoto Ichiro's nose, sending up a whiff of blood.
"Baka...!" Yamamoto Ichiro cursed under his breath, twisted his wrist, quickly drew his kunai, and retreated like a ghost, his face becoming even more gloomy.
The dried-up corpse didn't stop and pounced again.
Yamamoto Ichiro was also enraged, and his speed suddenly more than doubled. He moved around the dried corpse like a butterfly flitting among flowers or a ghost in the dark night.
The kunai in his hand transformed into afterimages, each flash leaving a deep black hole in the dried corpse—throat, temple, back of the heart, kidneys…all vital organs that are fatal to the human body!
Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!
The sounds of sharp weapons piercing flesh rang out repeatedly.
In just a few breaths, the dried corpse had seven or eight holes in it, like a broken sieve.
But it didn't work!
completely useless!
This mummified corpse was like a puppet wearing human skin, its insides hollowed out, with no physiological structure to speak of.
Those injuries that would be fatal to a living person are like a gentle breeze to it; it can't even cause pain to the dried corpse, let alone kill it.
In the end, Yamamoto Ichiro seemed to be on the verge of a breakdown.
"Damn it, how am I supposed to kill this thing?" Yamamoto Ichiro was truly going crazy.
After piercing the dried corpse's thigh with another piercing dart, Yamamoto Ichiro retreated to the doorway, giving Scarlett a resentful look. "Miss Scarlett, I am powerless to help. Farewell."
As he spoke, he threw something out of his hand and smashed it on the ground.
With a loud bang, a plume of white smoke rose from the ground, just like in a movie. The smoke swirled and billowed for about two or three seconds before being dispersed by the strong wind that rushed in from the doorway.
Yamamoto Ichiro's figure had disappeared.
Qin Mian narrowed his eyes to slits, but he couldn't see where Yamamoto Ichiro had gone at all.
"Could he have run away? But the storm is raging outside. Going out now would be suicide!" However, after looking around the stone chamber, he still couldn't find Yamamoto Ichiro.
"Is this ninjutsu? It's really impressive. And he even managed to bring weapons in! Could these weapons be items from other dungeons? With so many items, this guy is definitely not simple!"
Qin Mian was somewhat envious.
In a dungeon, having an extra item obviously means having an extra means of survival.
correct.
He almost forgot that after this incident, his contribution level should have exceeded fifty, and he should be eligible for a reward.
But before he could even check, he saw a dark figure rushing towards him.
Clearly, Yamamoto Ichiro had escaped, and the dried-up corpse had made him its target.
Qin Mian's expression changed. He wasn't as agile as Yamamoto Ichiro, able to move around in this cramped space. Moreover, his size really limited him here.
Without time to think, Qin Mian suddenly raised his leg and kicked out.
bang...
The kick landed directly on the dried corpse's chest. Although it wasn't delivered with full force, it still sent the corpse staggering back several steps.
However, the dried corpse persisted and charged forward again, baring its fangs and claws.
Qin Mian looked at Scarlett, only to see that the woman was lying on the ground, motionless, as if she had fainted.
"Could it be that she wasn't lying, and really suffered a backlash?"
Qin Mian kicked the dried-up corpse away again, then went straight to Scarlett's side and said with a sneer, "Miss Scarlett, don't worry, I'll start CPR on you right away!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and pressed it down on Scarlett's chest.
But Scarlett didn't react at all.
This made Qin Mian a little embarrassed.
If no one is watching, who wouldn't take advantage of such a freebie?
But now that this scene is being broadcast live and watched by people all over the world, it makes one feel a little restrained.
Qin Mian could only dodge to the side.
He glanced at the skeleton in the corner and ran over quickly.
"Excuse me!"
Without any hesitation, he removed the skull's thigh bone.
When the dried corpse charged again, Qin Mian swung his thigh bone and smashed it down on the corpse's head.
bang...
The blow was so powerful that the thigh bone was broken, and the head of the dried corpse was also dented. Even so, the dried corpse could still move.
"Damn, this thing is insane!"
Qin Mian recalled the notes of Master Yao that he had read before, which recorded two methods for dealing with ordinary zongzi: one was to cut off their necks, and the other was to break their spines.
Since we don't have a knife, the only option left is the second one.
Qin Mian dodged the attack from the dried corpse with a quick movement, and then slammed the half of the thigh bone in his hand down hard on the back of the dried corpse's neck.
Click...
The sound of bones breaking rang out; the mummy's spine was snapped, as if its power had been cut off. The mummy collapsed to the ground, motionless.
Although these two attacks seemed simple, they were powerful and heavy, representing Qin Mian's full-force strikes and a concrete manifestation of the Qilin blood's enhancement of his body.
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