Chapter 319: A Wok Shooting For The Heavens


    Trantor: E.3.3. Editor: Vermillion


    The ck Turtle Constetion Wok was made of an ancient mysterious shell. This material was extremely sturdy and weighed heavily. Perhaps because Bu Fang was its rightful owner, he himself did not feel the heaviness of the ck Turtle Constetion Wok. However, that did not stop Bu Fang... from using it as a weapon to knock out other people.


    This was the first time Bu Fang witnessed Whitey being tied down by the adversary. In the past, Whitey had always swiftly defeated its opponents. But now, Whitey seemed to be truly constrained by the Blood Guards.


    Amidst the toss and turns, the blood curling howls of the dragon silhouettes made one’s scalp have pins and needles.


    Every time Whitey chopped apart the blood dragon, it did not take long for the clouds of blood to condense and materialize into a revived creature.


    This gave Bu Fang a push to help Whitey.


    Bu Fang had yet to receive the so-called "Ten Thousand Bestial mes" from the system. Until then, the ck Turtle Constetion Wok in his hand... was only a wok, at the end of the day. It just urred to Bu Fang, in a split second of inspiration, that he might use it as a weapon.


    Weighing many tons, once this wok smashed down, one would run home crying to one’s mother!


    Bu Fang clutched the rim of the ck Turtle Constetion Wok. This touch sent an ice-cold sensation spreading through his entire body, from head to toe. However, he felt a burning me in his heart.


    He took a step backward, swaying the ck Turtle Constetion Wok behind him, and then suddenly darted forward as he let go of the wok.


    "Off you go!"


    After a light utterance, the ck Turtle Constetion Wok was sent propelling into the sky.


    This ck Turtle Constetion Wok did have another unique characteristic, which was the ability to easily change in size. However, activating this did consume Bu Fang’s true energy.


    This time, Bu Fang did not charge the wok with flows of true energy as he usually did with the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife, lest the ck Turtle Constetion Wok transformed in size.


    The pitch-ck ck Turtle Constetion Wok oscited, as if a lonely boat floating on the vast ocean, drifting towards the heart of the tumultuous sea.


    The loud pounding noise caught the attention of the two Blood Guards.


    However, one of them merely shot a scornful look.


    That was because he easily detected Bu Fang’s cultivation level at first nce—the fellow was merely a sixth level Battle-Emperor. People like such were like ants to a strong warrior like him, who would effortlessly exterminate a batch with the snap of his finger.


    Therefore, the strikeunched by a sixth grade Battle-Emperor did not garner much consideration from him.


    Imagine a tiny little ant snarling and wing at you, threatening to bite you, what would be your reaction? You’d probably scoff and then p it to death.


    They held the same attitude toward the flying wok...


    It meant nothing to them.


    Their main target at the moment remained the almighty metallic lump, who they found a true match. Even though they could withstand a Supreme-Being withbined forces, they were at no advantage in the face of this metallic lump.


    Bang Bang!!


    After two loud explosions, Whitey once again chopped up the two blood dragon silhouettes wrapped around the Blood Guards. A surge of blood clouds dissipated.


    The Blood Guards staggered a few steps backward, a trace of ruthlessness shing across their eyes. The blood dragons had condensed once more and charged toward Whitey.


    A ck wok swung their way at a steady but slow speed. Given the cultivation level of the Blood Guards, anything that didn’t travel at a supersonic speed essentially crawled like a snail in their eyes.


    A wok charging their way like a wriggling snail. Now, was it there to give them a massage?


    The Blood Guardsughed contemptuously.


    Within the store, Bu Fang swung his arm. Even though he wasn’t burdened by the incredible weight of the ck Turtle Constetion Wok as its owner, it was still arge, and thus naturally heavy, wok. Once flinging it out, Bu Fang felt his arm numb. He shook his arm and then stared straight at the ck Turtle Constetion Wok.


    "Get lost!"


    After flying for a few seconds, the ck Turtle Constetion Wok finally approached the side of a Blood Guard, who shot it a dismissive nce and snorted coolly. He hurled out a bloody force of energy to smash this wok into smithereens.


    It was only a wok, was it going to shoot for the heavens or what?


    From the perspective of the Blood Guard, a strike from him would be insufferable to an average seventh grade Battle-Saint, not to mention a wok flung by a sixth grade Battle-Emperor.


    The bloody streak of energy thrashed out like a dragon and collided with the ck Turtle Constetion Wok fiercely.


    There wasn’t the expected booming explosion, nor a battered wok smashed away as imagined.


    The bloody streak of energy crashed into the ck Turtle Constetion Wok, but as if an egg hitting a stone, cracked and dispersed with a light pop.


    The ck Turtle Constetion Wok didn’t even swerve, and instead continued to glide through the air.


    When the ck Turtle Constetion Wok drifted in with whistling winds, the Blood Guard was caught by surprise.


    "This wok... why is it still here?" The Blood Guard asked in bewilderment with a frozen face.


    "You haven’t smashed it into pieces yet?" The other Blood Guard asked confusedly.


    A flying wok shooting their way in the middle of a battle with a ninth grade puppet—why give it the chance to spoil their n?


    The first Blood Guard’s face darkened. Then, he blew out a long breath, prompting the blood toned true energy wrapped around his arm to charge at the ck Turtle Constetion Wok.


    He evidently did not take this ck Turtle Constetion Wok seriously. As heunched that strike, his gaze fell once again on the metallic puppet dashing forward like a thunderstorm.


    The ck Turtle Constetion Wok swayed. It finally came into close contact with the Blood Guard’s palm as Bu Fang watched with sparkling eyes.


    The palm, cloaked with waves of true energy, finally mmed into the wok.


    Atst, his expression... soured!


    It dawned on the guard that his strike... failed to move the wok by even an inch. He felt like he had just mmed his palm into a towering mountain.


    Are you freaking kidding me? It’s just a simple wok!


    The hefty wok continued to close in, bending the Blood Guard’s arm. As he gaped on, he suddenly realized that the wok was charging straight at him.


    The wok’s frosty cold rim crushed his arm as it smashed into his head without any precaution.


    The hell...


    Bang!


    A light crispy sound reverberated in the air.


    The other Blood Guard felt his body tremble. He twisted around his head in confusion only to witness an aghast sight.


    The Blood Guard smacked by the wok was flung far away into the sky. He looked stupefied with his dazed eyes and mouth agape, disbelief written all over his face.


    Once hit by the ck Turtle Constetion Wok, the Blood Guard felt like his world had turned into a shade of gloomy gray. Everything before his eyes had turned upside down and continued to morph into different shapes. A searing headache caused the roots of his teeth to tingle.


    This wok... really was shooting for the heavens!


    With a bang, the ck Turtle Constetion Wok has dispersed into a ball of smoke and returned to Bu Fang’s side.


    The ck Turtle Constetion Woky quietly beside Bu Fang as he merrily rubbed its rim.


    This ck Turtle Constetion Wok has certainly lived up to its name of weighing ten thousand tons. Though it didn’t smash the Blood Guard to death... it certainly knocked the wind out of him.


    Bu Fang felt somewhat dissatisfied inside, but he quickly got over it. After all, he was only a sixth grade Battle-Emperor himself. Given that, it was already an impressive feat to knock an almost Supreme-Being out of breath.


    While one of the Blood Guards was still in a state of shock, Whitey began to amplify the purple beam shining in its eyes. With a re, the bricks beneath Whitey’s feet cracked and shattered. Its figure bolted toward the dazed Blood Guard like a sh of lightning, hurtling forward with a terrifying force.


    The color drained from the other Blood Guard’s face.


    "Snap out of it!!"


    He bawled, hoping desperately to awaken the stupefied Blood Guard. Thetter suddenly regained consciousness upon hearing this bellow, his world finally bing clear again.


    His embarrassment had developed into a fit of rage. This was the kind of wrath one would feel if one was told to eat shit.


    Damn it... He was a superior warrior half a foot away from reaching the echelon of Supreme-Being. How could he bear being subdued by a sixth grade Battle-Emperor toying around with a cooking wok.


    What about his honor?!


    Buzz...


    A purple beam of light scanned over his body, sending shivers down this fuming Blood Guard. He widened his eyes into a re.


    What he saw was Whitey’s frosty gape and its gigantic de glowing coldly beneath the sunshine.


    "Die!!"


    As the de swooshed down on him, whistling against the wind, he felt as if he had just fallen through the hole of a frozenke.


    Whitey’s sh was as fast as a lightning bolt, almost cutting through the air as it shed down.


    Stter!


    The sound turned this Blood Guard’s body rigid.


    It was true that the two of them could withstand Whitey, a ninth grade puppet, as a team... However, this was under the premise that they could utilize true energy from a remote distance to exhaust the opponent.


    Their bodies of flesh simply could notpare with the freaky puppet’s body of iron. And yet, the puppet was drawing even closer to them...


    Swoosh!


    The de swung downwards, sending blood everywhere.


    One of the Blood Guards pulled his dumbfounded partner out of the way just in time to avoid him being sliced into two halves. But still, the startled Blood Guard had lost an arm. He wailed miserably as blood spurted out from the nasty gash.


    The one-armed Blood Guard with bloodshot eyes reached out his remaining arm, sucking back both the blood he had lost and his amputated arm.


    Whitey spun in the air andnded on the ground. Once its feet touched the pavement, it began to charge toward the two Blood Guards yet again, rampage-style. Its purple eyes red menacingly as its de soared like a dragon.


    "Go! Let’s go! We are no match to this puppet!"


    The one-armed Blood Guard yelped. Without another second of hesitation, they turned to flee.


    Since they were able to step across the clouds, Whitey had a hard time catching up.


    Boom!


    Whiteynded on the floor, kicking up a cloud of dust around it.


    Within the store, Bu Fang clutched the ck Turtle Constetion Wok with a single hand. He was prepared to toss it out once again, but was surprised to see the cowards taking flight.


    Finding all this dull and uninteresting, Bu Fang concentrated his mind. With that, the ck Turtle Constetion Wok turned into a poof of smoke and disappeared into Bu Fang’s wrist.


    Smacking his lips, he rubbed his chin.


    Surely there wasn’t anything a wok couldn’t settle. If one wasn’t enough, then we shall make it two.