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The bear arrived just in time. As I focused on it, I noticed that it exuded a strange aura of Corpse Qi. Its fur was dull and lifeless, yet its eyes were filled with a vicious malice. Clearly, this was a result of a special Totem Technique; it had fallen victim to the curse of the Totem Spirit, merely a living corpse!
The Zombie Bear, though blind and deaf, possessed an incredibly keen sense of touch and smell.
Perhaps it had caught the scent of Crocodile Blood from the stream and had come searching for it! The Zombie Bear was now sniffing intently, its thick waist bent as it raised its neck to catch the scent.
This massive Zombie Bear was likely raised by the Indigenous People to guard this forbidden area. Even if it weren't a Zombie Bear, its size alone would make it a giant among bears!
Ah! A fated encounter! I could use this big clumsy bear to battle the Saltwater Crocodile. I wasn't worried about them both being injured; instead, I could profit from their clash and watch the fight unfold from a safe distance.
The Zombie Bear hesitated for a moment when a cold wind swept past me from behind. Its eyes suddenly turned blood-red. I stood on the boulder, trembling like a leaf. I couldn't run; doing so would not only fail to help but might provoke the Zombie Bear. This creature was incredibly fast compared to humans!
Moreover, with the Yang Qi so heavy right now, leaving the Shaded Path would be disastrous for me against the Zombie Bear! The world of sorcery is interconnected; all Daoist Arts trace back to Fuxi, and no form of witchcraft exists that doesn't originate from Sanmiao. I was certain of this.
The Zombie Bear began to grow restless, preparing to attack. Its agitation and fury made it feel like a raging storm. It charged forward like a tank, creating a whirlwind that left me in shock!
However, agility was the Zombie Bear's weakness despite its weight!
As long as I dodged this attack, it would be my chance to counter!
So at the moment the Zombie Bear lunged at me, I dropped flat to the ground just in time to evade it. It was perilously close; its paw nearly brushed against my back, and a foul stench assaulted my senses, almost overwhelming me.
If that paw had landed on me, I would have surely been done for.
There’s a saying: "One force can overcome ten strategies." No matter how powerful your techniques or swordplay might be—no matter how varied—they would be nothing against my physical strength. One slap could scatter them; one punch could obliterate them.
Thud!
When I heard the dull sound of something hitting the ground behind me, I knew that the Zombie Bear had landed. I quickly scrambled to my feet and turned around to see the Zombie Bear, its large backside facing me, with its waist perfectly exposed. This was my chance!
After all, I'm not from a warrior tribe; bears are still quite intimidating to me. It was only natural that this Zombie Bear was preparing for a second attack.
There's a saying: "Strike the snake at its seven inches; the dog's nose, the tiger's waist, and the bear's belly." It means that striking a snake at its vital point will kill it instantly. A dog's nose is sensitive enough to take it down with just a touch. The tiger's waist and the bear's belly are also critical spots. It's like someone practicing Iron Shirt or Golden Bell Shield—there must be a weak point, whether it's at the navel or the soles of the feet; one poke and it's over!
Regardless of whether the weak point is its waist, I decided to strike first!
I let out a loud shout to bolster my courage and charged forward, swinging my dagger towards the Zombie Bear's waist!
The dagger struck solidly; I felt it hit something hard—probably the Zombie Bear's spine. Then I heard a crack as that hard object broke apart. The Hundred Slicing Blade sliced through from top to bottom, severing the Zombie Bear's waist...
Damn it, its intestines spilled out, and it was still moving.
Ferocious! It was incredibly ferocious!!
If it didn't die from that blow, it would surely go berserk. It was bound to go wild in its fury against us!
Dirty Things sense living beings through Yang Qi. It seemed our only option was to hold our breath and lie on the ground pretending to be dead to survive this ordeal.
I shouted to my companion, "Don't move! Lie down and play dead!"
The bowl listened to my words and hummed in response, standing still with its two soft, slender legs trembling uncontrollably. However, in an instant, it seemed to realize something. "Brother Xia, you're so mean! That bear wouldn't even notice me! Besides, I can handle it. What’s there to be afraid of? Hmph! I won't talk to you anymore!"
With that, it climbed up a tree and sat on a branch that extended outwards, swinging its legs back and forth.
I understood all too well the danger posed by a crazed bear. If I were to get entangled with this massive Zombie Bear, it would be no different from jumping into a creek to cut crocodile meat—certain death awaited.
The Zombie Bear launched another attack, bringing with it a gust of wind accompanied by a furious roar! Its eyes glowed blood red. Damn it, it was charging at me again! A wave of Eerie Energy mixed with a bloody stench assaulted our senses. It was utterly insane, sending chills down my spine!
In an instant, dark clouds gathered, obscuring the bright sky.
The intensity of the sunlight began to wane, and the temperature started to drop from its peak. A sea breeze picked up, brushing lightly against my body, but I didn’t feel any comfort because a Killing Intent enveloped me.
As the Zombie Bear charged forward, it suddenly halted. Its narrow eyes glinted with a hint of light as it swayed its heavy flesh and slowed down, coming towards me. The brown fur on its thick layer of fat rippled but appeared dull and lifeless. You could imagine the shock of a heavy truck barreling towards you.
I remained still while the enemy moved. When the enemy moved like the wind, I ran like a cloud. This Zombie Bear rushed at me with a fierce aura carried by the chilling wind. The tongues of such large animals are barbed; if it licked my face even twice, half of it would be left exposed as fresh bone.
A Bengal Tiger once attacked a fisherman; just one gentle lick from its tongue left the man with only half a face. I also heard about a farmer from Henan who encountered a wolf in the fields; after being lightly licked by the wolf, he lost both his upper and lower lips and became known as a local oddity.
Since the Zombie Bear had launched its attack, I couldn’t hesitate any longer. I quickly scrambled up a boulder, pulling the bowl along as I climbed up the rock face. The bowl was truly terrified; I could clearly feel its limbs go soft and lose strength. This was far more terrifying for it than watching hundreds of crocodiles chase after me.
The Zombie Bear charged like lightning toward the base of the boulder. I thought it might be able to climb up using its powerful limbs to claw at the rough rock wall and reach us with its mouth. Fortunately, the boulder was shaped like an upright Goose Egg; when the Zombie Bear's front paws clawed at this large stone, it could only tilt its head and extend its mouth to gnaw at the edge of the boulder.
With no way to retreat, I brandished my dagger and leaned down to stab fiercely at the Zombie Bear's face. To my surprise, there was no blood; only a jet of black liquid sprayed out with each thrust and pull.
The Zombie Bear was hit on the cheek, and it covered its painful face with its thick paw, starting to scratch wildly. I could tell at a glance that I hadn't struck a vital spot. Crazy bears and crazy pigs were extremely dangerous, especially since it had received Totem Power; it would not give up until it achieved its goal. It even raised its hefty backside, pushing its head forcefully against the ground.
I couldn't believe it; that was quite a move!
I turned back to the rock wall, grabbed the bowl, and began to climb towards the mountaintop. The Zombie Bear suddenly snapped back to awareness, leaping onto a boulder to attack us from behind.
Although the bear had jumped onto the boulder, it hesitated to make any rash moves. I carefully observed the Zombie Bear's movements, my heart racing. For some reason, this massive creature gradually became still, and a glimmer of joy flashed through my mind—could it be dead?
However, an ominous feeling surged within me. There was no way; this kind of Zombie Bear would fight to the death. This could be a trick—never let your guard down.
Just as I was stunned for a moment, the Zombie Bear suddenly lifted its mud-covered face and lunged at me with a fierce expression, moving at an unimaginable speed. It was like flying. My mind went blank; I was done for!
At that moment, instinct kicked in, and I drew my dagger, kneeling on one knee atop the boulder. If it dared to leap at me, I would stab it right in the face. There was no choice but to take this risk and fight for my life in close quarters. Although my chances of winning were slim, I could only try to use the advantage of the boulder to withstand this fierce assault.
With a loud crash, the massive body of the Zombie Bear slammed into the boulder in a fit of rage. I quickly pressed myself against the rock wall as my feet shook violently beneath me. The boulder swayed several times but finally stabilized against the wall, preventing it from toppling over. I broke out in a cold sweat but felt a sense of relief wash over me. This time, the Zombie Bear didn't leap as high as before and seemed to have lost much of its balance.
It looked like it was about to launch another attack…
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