Chapter 161 Just Like That, Dead?

Glancing sideways at Tie Zhongxiao, who showed no intention of intervening, Ou Xiaolu knew instantly that he could handle this opponent on his own.

He drew the long sword slung across his back. His breathing grew heavier, and a puff of white vapor exhaled from his nostrils, beginning to swirl around him.

Seeing Ou Xiaolu step forward, the clown hovering in the air shrieked, "I remember you! You're the one who killed my son, you accomplice to that black bastard! I should have killed you long ago instead of letting the police trap you in your house."

What on earth was an accomplice? And whose son was he supposed to have killed? Clearly, this lunatic had picked the fight first. No way was he going to take the blame for that.

Just as Ou Xiaolu stepped forward, intending to retort, the clown hurled three tubes of lipstick straight at him.

Ou Xiaolu had become remarkably sensitive to lipstick over the past few days. The moment they flew toward him, he slashed through all three in a single fluid motion.

"Where is your shark? Didn't you have your shark eat my son's hands? If you have the guts, bring it out!"

That finally cleared things up for Ou Xiaolu. He pointed at the clown and said, "Your son was the one who rammed the Elizabeth? I should have finished him off long ago. But all things considered, he finally led us right here. If not for him, I'd have no idea there was an alien spaceship ruin hidden beneath Newhook."

"Damn it! Fuck! Why aren't you crying? Why are you smiling instead? Weep! Die while weeping!"

Roaring, the clown launched another volley of lipsticks at Ou Xiaolu while charging straight at him like a falling meteor.

Faced with an enemy whose speed and strength were by no means inferior to his own, Ou Xiaolu certainly wasn't going to stand his ground and trade blows passively. Call him half a martial arts grandmaster now; his physique and strength had undergone a noticeable enhancement. Most importantly, under Tie Zhongxiao's guidance, Ou Xiaolu finally knew how to fight properly.

Instead of resorting to [Violet Thunder Heavenly Escape] this time, he utilized his lightness kung fu.

Ou Xiaolu quickly realized that lightness kung fu and swordsmanship were truly a match made in heaven. Under the state of [Violet Thunder Heavenly Escape], he could barely find an opening to strike with his sword, but it was entirely different with lightness kung fu. He effortlessly slipped behind the clown. If the clown hadn't instantly taken flight, that preceding sword strike might well have severed his head.

Even so, Ou Xiaolu's blade still landed solidly on the clown's back. The heavy strike felt as though he were hacking into a layer of steel cushioned by thick cotton.

Judging from the clown's reaction, he hadn't sustained any serious injuries; the combat suit he wore possessed truly exceptional defensive properties.

Yet the clown didn't attribute his safety to the suit. Hovering in mid-air, he pointed down at Ou Xiaolu and cursed, "Are you even a man? What else can you do besides sneaking up behind people? Put some muscle into it! Did you stay up too late last night or something?"

Ou Xiaolu remained unbothered, but Emilia was furious. The moment the clown landed, she charged forward and slammed her shield straight into him.

The clown's combat suit could only protect his torso, leaving his head and neck exposed. Struck squarely by the heavy shield, the clown stumbled backward several steps, looking thoroughly dazed.

Ou Xiaolu wouldn't let such an opportunity slip by. He thrust his sword straight toward the clown's throat. The clown possessed fairly quick reflexes; the moment the blade tip was about to pierce his windpipe, he threw himself backward, dodging the strike by a hair's breadth.

This time, however, the tip of Ou Xiaolu's sword came away stained with blood. Compared to the previous feedback, this felt like actually cutting into human flesh, and the sensation gave Ou Xiaolu a surge of confidence.

He now knew that the opponent wasn't truly impervious to weapons; his survival relied entirely on that suit of armor.

Just as Ou Xiaolu felt full of confidence, the clown in the air wiped a finger across the bloody scratch on his throat, smeared the blood onto his own face like lipstick, and painted a bizarre, grinning smile.

Having done that, the clown lunged downward recklessly once more, his speed visibly faster than before.

As the clown charged down this time, Ou Xiaolu had already made all necessary preparations. He held his long sword high, appearing to search for an opening to attack, while secretly condensing two streams of white sword radiance into the shape of sharks within his palm.

The instant the clown closed the distance, Ou Xiaolu swung his sword, and the clown directly grabbed the blade with his bare hands.

"Again with this trick? Do you really think the same move will work on me twice?"

"Are you certain it's the same move?" A faint smile played across Ou Xiaolu's lips.

"What?" A trace of astonishment finally flickered across the clown's painted smile, though he still placed immense faith in his armor's defense.

Yet Ou Xiaolu was well aware of how durable that armor was, and he had also spotted its critical vulnerability. Two bars of white light snapped out from the long sword the clown was grasping—it was Ou Xiaolu's Lung Meridian Golden Fiend Wind Sand Art. Guided by Tie Zhongxiao, however, Ou Xiaolu had begun treating these two hidden short blades as extensions of his own body.

Growing, shrinking, morphing into various shapes—despite fighting with only one hand, Ou Xiaolu was effectively wielding a three-blade style.

By grabbing Ou Xiaolu's long sword, the clown had needlessly surrendered his greatest advantage. The two short blades hidden within Ou Xiaolu's grasp instantly transformed into bursts of sword qi that surged directly toward the clown's face and head.

The clown watched in horror as two phantom shark silhouettes materialized right before his eyes. Before he could react, both short blades drove deep into his eyes.

The clown let out a miserable howl, releasing his grip on the sword to clutch at his bleeding eyes. This exact reaction presented Ou Xiaolu with yet another opening; with a swift backhanded stroke, Ou Xiaolu slashed across the clown's neck.

This time, the combat suit failed to provide any protection. The clown's head, still bearing its eerie, painted smile, was cleanly severed from his body.

A moment later, a shrill, defiant shriek echoed in Ou Xiaolu's ears, as if the entity was desperately trying to prove that it could survive even decapitation.

Such notions were mere illusions. Ou Xiaolu was not the kind of boss to leave loose ends; the idea of "seeing a body in death" was non-negotiable for him. In his eyes, even if an enemy was already dead, they needed to be burned to ashes right before his eyes.

Without hesitation, Ou Xiaolu executed a backhanded slash, pinning the flying head firmly to the ground with his sword.

At that moment, Emilia trotted over and complained, "You stole the kill again! Obviously, I'm much stronger, but they always come after you and never challenge me."

"That's probably because you haven't projected enough of a combat aura. How about this: I'll forge a flashy suit of armor for you. That way, anyone looking at you will instantly know you're the leader, and they'll naturally make you their primary target when they attack."

"Really? You promise? Don't go stealing my opponents again when the time comes," Emilia said, clapping her hands in excitement.

At that moment, Tie Zhongxiao walked over, picked up the clown's headless corpse, and stared at it for a long time. "Just like that... he's dead?"