I Have A City In An Alternate World

Morris had already retreated to the side, planning to continue his journey after the other party had passed. This was to prevent him from accidentally stepping on the poisonous fungi if he could not see the path clearly due to the sandstorm.

Once these horse dung-like poisonous fungi powder touched the skin, it would be painful and itchy, and in serious cases, it could even kill!

The abandoned people's habit of wearing long robes and goggles also had the effect of preventing contact with the fungus powder. After all, in an environment that lacked medical care and medicine, the only way to fight against poisoning was to resist it.

If they could survive, they would keep their lives, but if they couldn't, they could only admit that they were unlucky!

The reason why the abandoned people met each other on the road from time to time was that the poisonous fungi on the route they had chosen were few in number, so they did not have to be careful when they walked.

However, Morris did not expect that even though he had already tolerated, the other party still did not let him off. He even had a crooked idea on the Battle Sword that he regarded as his life!

This had already touched Morris 'bottom line, and it made him feel a sudden desire to kill.

Morris narrowed his eyes and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He looked coldly at the provoker.

Since the day he killed the radioactive monster, some violent genes in his blood had been awakened. His attitude towards battle was no longer to avoid it, but rather, he was eager to fight.

It was like a wild cat that had tasted fresh fish. Once it smelled a similar smell, it would become restless and even lose control!

The humiliation that he had suffered in the past also emerged in Morris 'mind, making the coldness in his eyes even more intense.

He knew very well that for those who liked to bully others, the more aggrieved the victim was, the happier they would be and the greater sense of accomplishment they would have.

There was even a type of person who would never give up until they achieved their goal. If the victim's reaction did not satisfy them, they would intensify the bullying.

The more cowardly and easily bullied he was, the prouder he would be.

Uncle Jim had been with Morris for a long time, so he naturally knew his words and deeds very well. When he saw that the situation was not right, he immediately came over and patted Morris on the shoulder.

Morris, who was originally hot-blooded, suddenly trembled and realized the consequences of his actions. He could not help but break out in a cold sweat.

Regardless of whether the other party was deliberately looking for trouble, the outcome would be unpredictable if they really fought. Even if they had sharp equipment now, they were destined to not have an absolute advantage!

If they were not careful, they might even lose their comrades 'lives and their precious crossbows would be taken away by the other party!

After taking a deep breath, Morris said in a calm voice, " you must be mistaken. This is a weapon that I just forged. It's not the same one as yours!

When the provocative abandoned person heard this, he sneered, " "Cut the crap. If I say it's mine, it's definitely mine!

If you're smart, quickly hand it over, and I won't pursue your crime of stealing. Otherwise, the result will be different when I take it back.

All of you will probably die!"

This was already an extremely explicit threat. As the provoker spoke, the abandoned people behind him drew their weapons and looked at Morris and the rest in an unfriendly manner.

Morris was furious and was about to argue with him, but he was dragged behind by Uncle Jim.

"Don't go too far. He has already explained it just now, and you all know in your hearts who this weapon belongs to.

Do you think we're easy to bully by being so aggressive?"

As Uncle Jim stepped forward, Morris and the other three came over in unison. Their hands were slightly close to the crossbow guns under their clothes, and a faint murderous aura was constantly gathering on their bodies.

The provoker swept a glance at Uncle Jim, as a look of ridicule flashed past his eyes, and he spoke in a disdainful tone, " "Who are you? what right do you have to talk to me? get lost!"

The provoker's companions immediately laughed wildly when they heard that, and they sized up Uncle Jim with malicious eyes.

Uncle Jim's expression did not change. He snorted heavily and said in a mocking tone, " "I forgot that we are not the same kind. How can you understand the human language I speak?"

Hearing that, Morris and the others could not help but burst out laughing. They naturally understood what he meant.

The provoker squinted his eyes and glared at Uncle Jim viciously. He was like a venomous snake, radiating a strong killing intent.

"Are you looking for death?"

"He didn't die back then, and he definitely won't die now?"

"You were lucky back then, but luck won't last forever, and no one will block a knife for you!"

you're wrong. As long as I'm in danger again, there will definitely be people who will risk their lives to help me. However, if it's you who's being hunted down, I reckon that there will only be people who will hit you when you're down!

"Oh, really? However, you also said that this is only an "if." Now that you are about to be hunted down again, I want to see if it is really as you said, that there will be someone who will risk their life to save you."

"What a coincidence. Actually, I also want to see how your companion will react after I kill you."

At this point, the two of them were already filled with killing intent as they reached out for their respective weapons.

The provoker had a weapon that was made from a Metal Steel pipe on his waist. His head was sharp and pointed. Once it pierced into the body, blood would flow out rapidly and a large amount of air would be sucked into the body. It was a very vicious weapon.

On the other hand, Uncle Jim's weapon was a sharp short knife about 25 centimeters long. Once it pierced into the body, it would definitely be fatal!

Since the two people who seemed to have old grudges chose to fight to the death, one of them would definitely fall!

In the blink of an eye, both of them had their weapons in their hands. Then, with the fastest speed, they stabbed out from the shortest distance.

The moment they attacked, neither of them dodged, because they both believed that they would win, and they were very clear that dodging at this time was courting death!

However, while the provoker was attacking, he shouted at Uncle Jim, " "Little Jim!"

After hearing the name, Uncle Jim's body trembled slightly, and the speed of his blade also slowed down slightly.

The provoker on the other side was overjoyed, but the speed of his attack did not slow down at all. He directly stabbed Uncle Jim in the ribs.

If it was pierced through the gap between the ribs, it only needed to be lifted slightly, and the heart of the victim would be pierced. In the case of losing the ability to move, it would only take a few minutes at most for the victim to die!

However, this sure-kill strike suddenly encountered an unexpected situation.

A crisp sound was heard. The sharp steel pipe was blocked by the metal armor under the robe and could not penetrate any further!

The provoker's expression changed drastically. He dodged to the side without hesitation and shouted, " "Jim, you can't kill me!"

However, as soon as he said this, a sharp knife flew over and ruthlessly stabbed into his neck, forcing the provoker to swallow his words.

"CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW"

Blood spurted out of the provoker's mouth. At the same time, he tried to cover his neck with his hands. His eyes were fixed on Jim, who had a complicated expression on his face. He seemed to be filled with unwillingness and resentment.

"Plop!"

Under the shocked gazes of his companions, the provoker fell to the ground in the sandstorm. After his hands and feet twitched violently a few times, he completely lost his breath!