Chapter 194 No More Substitutes

This all happened almost without warning.

At the moment when the black-skinned toad opened its bloody mouth to its maximum, Melancholic Blues seemed to be suddenly deleted from the world, disappearing silently in front of Apache and Bucciarati.

The two of them felt that their eyes were blurred, and a living humanoid substitute just disappeared.

"what happened?"

Seeing such a strange sight, Bucciarati took a step back subconsciously:

"Apache, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

There was a strong shock in Apaki's pupils:

“But Blues Blues is completely gone!”

This is an incredible phenomenon.

There has always been a mysterious and close connection between the avatar and the main body. The injuries sustained by the avatar will be fed back to the main body in real time, and the main body can also confirm the position and status of the avatar through consciousness.

For the substitute user, the substitute is like arms, legs and feet, a kind of "spiritual limb".

And now.

Apache was like going back to the time when his substitute hadn't awakened, and he couldn't feel his melancholic blues at all.

His substitute seemed to be isolated in another world, completely cut off from the original body.

"Could it be."

Looking at the big black toad's slowly closing mouth, and thinking of the mysterious disappearance of Melancholy Blues just now, Apache finally deduced some useful information amidst this shock:

"Melancholy blues, was it 'swallowed' by that catfish?"

"As long as the total number of fish-shaped marks on its body reaches three, that catfish can make objects 'disappear' from the world!"

"Make objects disappear"

Bucciarati frowned.

He instinctively realized that this stand-in ability was very difficult for him.

When three marks are accumulated, the object will "disappear". This actually means that you must not be attacked three times when fighting that black-skinned toad.

Otherwise, the outcome waiting for him and Steel Chain Finger would be to disappear from this world without any resistance.

And whether they will be dead or alive after disappearing, whether they will be directly erased or sent to other places, and whether there will be any way to reappear in the world after disappearing. All of this is unpredictable.

"Never go near it."

Bucciarati immediately made a judgment:

"The attack speed of that tongue is not weaker than the steel chain fingers."

"There is no way we can get close to the enemy without being attacked more than three times."

He made the right call.

The enemy, the young man named Anthony, was obviously very aware of his advantage in close combat.

When Bucciarati and Apache were shocked by the stand-in ability displayed by the "River King", Anthony had already driven his stand-in to pounce towards them.

The three-meter-tall black-skinned toad just opened its two short legs and sprinted forward, uprooting mountains and trees at a speed that was totally out of proportion to its huge size.

And because of the confrontation and testing just now, the distance between the two sides has long been reduced to only four or five meters.

The big toad first took two steps with lightning speed, and then opened its mouth with a trembling beard, and a huge, thick tongue shot out along with the strong air waves.

"So fast!"

Apache couldn't help but be secretly shocked.

As the primary target of his tongue, he tried his best to move backwards, but there was a limit to the speed that humans could develop.

He simply couldn't avoid the lightning-fast tongue tip. He could only watch the long, flexible tongue like a snake licking his face in this infinitely slowed down time.

"Apache!"

Bucciarati subconsciously called out his companion's name out of instinctive nervousness.

The steel chain fingers moved in response. It was the only thing that could rival the speed of that weird tongue.

A blue phantom suddenly emerged from the dim tree shadows, confronting the red whip that was coming towards him.

boom!

Two high-speed objects collided in mid-air with a crisp sound.

Apache successfully jumped back under cover, and the extremely fast but powerful tongue was without any suspense knocked away by a punch from the steel chain finger in the head-on collision.

The long tongue quickly flew out diagonally backwards, hitting the black-skinned toad in the face with a snap.

Then it hung down weakly from the big toad's mouth, looking like a dying hairtail.

"Oooo--"

Anthony immediately covered his mouth with a look of pain.

The injuries suffered by the substitute were restored to the original body. While the "River King"'s tongue was easily knocked away by the steel chain fingers, his tongue also swelled rapidly in the mouth at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ho ho ho good. It hurts!"

His tongue was swollen, and Anthony couldn't speak fluently.

But despite this, he still insisted on pretending to be indifferent and said vaguely:

"The wave deserves to be four. It's Bokalati."

"Ni's greasy power is indeed very strong."

"but."

As he talked, Anthony finally managed to speak more smoothly:

"How many times do you dare to swing such a fist at my 'familiar'?"

Bucciarati couldn't help but be a little silent.

Although Anthony's current appearance with a swollen tongue and slurred speech is very ridiculous, he is actually right. The one who is really at a disadvantage now is not the black-skinned toad whose tongue was blown away, but the seemingly powerful toad. Steel chain fingers.

Because the moment the steel chain finger came into contact with the enemy's tongue, that seemingly magical tongue had already imprinted a complete fish-shaped mark on the steel chain finger.

If there were two more fish-shaped marks like this

No matter how strong the power of the steel chain fingers is, it will disappear into thin air just like the melancholic blues before.

"what to do?"

"If this continues, I will be the only one who loses."

Bucciarati was lost in thought.

Anthony obviously had no intention of giving his opponent a chance to think quietly. He didn't even care about the swollen and painful tongue in his mouth, and drove the big black-skinned toad forward to attack again.

The long tongue that had just been beaten to the point of being unable to hang down squirmed and twisted, and in an instant it revived and rushed towards Bucciarati like a ferocious and swift python.

"Steel chain fingers!"

In this flash of lightning, Bucciarati made a decision.

This time, the steel chain fingers did not attack the tongue head-on, but suddenly erupted into a dazzling blue fist shadow, pouring all the power into the ground:

"Ali Ali Ali Ali!"

A blue zipper opened immediately on the ground.

The solid ground turned into a "hollow backpack", with a big hole opened under the shadow of the steel chain fingers.

"Get in!"

"This is the only way!"

Bucciarati pulled Apaki and instantly escaped from the opened zipper into the ground.

The steel chain fingers then penetrated into the underground space it created, and zipped up the zipper smoothly after entering.

The ground recovered, but Bucciarati and Apache had disappeared.

The big tongue that was as fast as the wind hit the head, but in the end it just hit the ground in vain.

"this"

Anthony's face looked a little unsightly:

He really had no means to deal with Bucciarati and the others who had burrowed into the ground.

Although the "King of the River" can swallow any object into the alien space in his stomach, just like the golden experience cannot stand upside down and turn into the earth, the actual effect of the substitute's ability has its limits.

It can swallow at most one normal human-sized object at a time, but it cannot dig up the entire piece of land.

If he wanted to find Bucciarati hiding in the ground by digging the ground, Anthony would have to watch this big black-skinned toad eat the soil bite by bite all night long.

"No, it's okay."

After a brief embarrassment, Anthony suddenly calmed down:

"The tactics he adopted were also what I expected."

"Because there is no way to get close to my body under the protection of the "River King", he must want to hide and move underground, and then burst out from under my feet to attack. "

"This is indeed a good idea."

"But it's not that easy to knock me down."

Anthony talked to himself, and a confident smile gradually formed on the corner of his mouth.

Then, he paid full attention to the movement under his feet, waiting for Bucciarati to launch a counterattack as soon as he emerged from the ground.

But

Three seconds passed, and there was no movement underground.

Ten seconds passed, and there was no movement underground.

Twenty seconds was enough for the stand-ins to finish the battle and say a few dirty words, but Bucciarati still didn't show up.

"etc."

A trace of hesitation suddenly appeared on Anthony's young boy's face:

"These two guys won't just run away, right?"

"Hey, hey."

His voice suddenly became panicked:

"Where are you?"

"Don't even think about running away, come out here!!"

The park is still silent at night.

The only answer to Anthony was the whispering of the branches and leaves in the night wind.

"Damn it. Don't run!"

"I still have that substitute of yours, melancholic blues"

"Don't you want melancholic blues?!"

"No more——"

Apaki's callous voice could be heard faintly from the distant woods.

It can be heard from the already very vague voice that he and Bucciarati have run away long ago:

"goodbye!"

The second update will be later