Chapter 1213: One Hundred Times

Di Ma helped Di Zhu up from the ground.

As their palms touched, Di Zhu’s eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown.

The sensation was truly complex.

If touching Zhu Que felt like touching fruit through a cloth, then touching Di Ma felt like touching a fruit basket through a cardboard box.

No… he wasn’t even sure it was a "fruit basket"; it just seemed like something that resembled one.

Because of the peculiar sensation, Di Zhu held onto Di Ma’s hand for a long time, as if confirming his own feelings.

Di Ma withdrew her hand and asked,

"Are you okay?"

"I... I'm fine..." Di Zhu rubbed his chest and confusedly asked, "Are you okay?"

"What could possibly be wrong with me?"

"That's good..." Di Zhu murmured.

Although Di Zhu had been previously bewitched by Di Ma and gone to cause trouble for Pei Qian Hu, he had never touched her body from beginning to end.

Was Di Ma’s body always this complex?

"I originally intended to let you die," Di Ma said, pointing to the wound on her heel, "After all, my foot injury is thanks to you."

"I..." Di Zhu was speechless.

"But right now, we're still a team, so it's not good to just stand by," Di Ma continued, "You go wait on the side. I can handle this noisy chicken myself."

"But your leg is injured too..." Di Zhu thought for a moment and said, "How about you hold him off, and I'll go find help?"

"No need." Di Ma shook her head, "I always have a sha shou jian; I just can't use it until the last moment."

"The last moment...?"

"Don't worry," Di Ma said.

Then, Di Ma dragged her injured foot step by step towards Di Ji, looking down at him and the several "Ren Ji" behind him.

She remembered this Di Ji; if she wasn't mistaken, he had gone mad a long time ago.

Day after day, he had truly convinced himself that he was a noisy chicken.

It seemed Jin Si Hou was right; even for "Zodiac" who retain their memories, it can't last too long.

"Big horse!!" Di Ji shouted, "Rebel!! Go kill her!!"

After he spoke, the several students behind him didn't move at all.

Even though Di Ma looked injured, she was still a "Di Ji" body, and as "Ren Ji", they couldn't possibly contend with her.

Di Ji realized no one was listening to him and became furious. He turned around, grabbed a "Ren Ji"'s collar, and threw him directly at Di Ma.

Di Ma extended her hand and gently blocked, sending the thrown "Ren Ji" off course to crash into the wall.

"When it comes to 'throwing things'... you're far from it," Di Ma said, reaching behind her waist. Surprisingly, a fist-sized iron ball appeared in her hand.

Di Ji hadn't reacted yet when Di Ma took a small step forward, using her not-so-agile foot to exert force, and hurled the iron ball fiercely at him.

Di Ji's face changed immediately. He pulled another student in front of him to block, and the iron ball hit the student's chest squarely, sinking deeply in with a clear sound of bones cracking.

Although the "Ren Ji" in his hand was finished, Di Ji also realized that the tall Di Ma seemed to have average strength.

Such a throw could kill a "Ren Ji", but it probably wouldn't cause fatal damage to a "Di Ji".

"Looks so tall!! But weak strength!!" Di Ji shouted, "Can tie up and kill!!"

With that, he threw the dead "Ren Ji" on the ground and turned to look at his other students.

These students were encountering this situation for the first time. Usually, it was "Di Ji" fighting among themselves, at most ending in injuries, but this time, people were really dying. Out of fear, they all retreated backward; whoever was slow might be used as a shield again.

"Give me the things!!" Di Ji shouted back, "Give me weapons!!"

A student, trembling, pulled out a rope and a dagger from his waist and handed them to Di Ji with shaking hands.

Di Ji smiled as he took his weapons. He held the rope in his left hand and the knife in his right, turning back to look at Di Ma: "Tie up and kill!! Tie up and then kill slowly with one knife at a time!!"

Di Ma didn't speak; she just looked at Di Ji with a serious expression.

She knew her opportunities were few, perhaps only two times.

She had originally planned to use both attacks on Tian Ma, but she wasn't sure. If she couldn't practice on the Di Ji in front of her first, even standing in front of Tian Ma would be suicide.

The tense atmosphere between the two spread, and Di Zhu became nervous at this time.

Previously, Di Ma had been completely defeated against Hei Yang; how could she win now with her injured body against this mad chicken?

Di Ma paid no attention to the weapons in the opponent's hand and began to slowly approach.

The two stepped into each other's attack range, and Di Ji swung his hand to stab without a word. Di Ma extended her left hand to block.

The dagger pierced straight into Di Ma's forearm, and the tip emerged from the other side.

Di Ma ignored her injured arm and raised her right hand to place it on Di Ji's chest. This soft palm made Di Ji smile again.

"Soft-footed horse!! Soft-footed horse!!"

Di Ma slowly closed her eyes; whether her "sha shou jian" had recovered depended on this time.

"One hundred times 'Di Ji' attacks..." she murmured.

"Soft-footed...!"

"Boom!!"

As the words fell, a huge sound suddenly exploded.

Di Zhu nearby and the several "Ren Ji" in the distance were shaken and stumbled.

The sound was fast and loud, then abruptly stopped, not only vanishing without a trace but also leaving no echo, feeling extremely strange.

It was as if some powerful force had torn through space and rapidly disappeared, and everyone only knew from the pain in their eardrums that the sound wasn't an illusion.

Di Zhu came to his senses and looked again at Di Ma and Di Ji in front of him; they still maintained their previous positions without moving.

No... to be precise, Di Ma's body was trembling, while Di Ji looked unharmed.

"Damn..." Di Ma cursed softly, "I didn't expect the backlash on myself to be so great..."

She tremblingly withdrew her right hand, looked down, and found that almost all the fingers on that hand were broken, and the palm had become red and swollen.

Di Zhu incredulously looked at Di Ji again.

He saw that although Di Ji was standing in place, there was clearly a palm-sized round hole in his chest.

The edge of the hole was very neat, as if an extremely fast bullet had pierced through his body.

Di Ji slowly lowered his head, looked at his chest, and his expression gradually changed—what kind of attack was this?

Not only did it have such destructive power... even the pain hadn't had time to transmit.