Chapter 1213: One Hundred Times

Di Zhu was yanked off the floor by Di Ma.

The moment Di Zhu felt Di Ma’s palm, his eyebrows knitted tightly into a “川” shape.

The sensation from that touch was indeed overly complicated.

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

No… he wasn’t even sure whether it was a “fruit basket”—he just thought it resembled one.

The sensation was so peculiar that Di Zhu held onto Di Ma’s hand for quite some time, unable to let go, as if confirming whether his feeling was correct.

“Are you okay?” Di Ma asked, pulling her hand back.

“I… I’m fine…” Di Zhu replied, rubbing his chest, then hesitantly asked, “Are you okay?”

“What could happen to me?”

“Good… that’s good…” Di Zhu murmured.

Although Di Zhu had previously been manipulated by Di Ma to confront the money-losing tiger, he had never actually touched her.

Had Di Ma always felt this complicated?

“I originally intended to let you die,” Di Ma said, pointing to the wound on her heel. “After all, this injury was thanks to you.”

“I…” Di Zhu was momentarily speechless, unsure what to say.

“But now that we’re on the same team, it wouldn’t be right to just leave you there,” Di Ma continued. “Go stand aside. I’ll handle this noisy chicken.”

“But you’re also injured…” Di Zhu hesitated for a moment. “How about I hold him down, and I’ll go find help.”

“No need,” Di Ma shook her head. “I’ve always had a trump card, but I can’t use it unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

“A last resort…?”

“Don’t worry,” Di Ma said.

She dragged her injured foot step by step toward Di Ji, lowering her head to look at him and the several “Human-ranked” behind him.

She remembered this Di Ji. If she wasn’t mistaken, he had gone mad long ago.

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

It seemed everything was as the Golden Monkey had said—even those who preserved their memories couldn’t maintain their sanity as a “Zodiac” for too long.

“Da Ma!!” Di Ji shouted. “Traitor!! Go kill her now!!”

Yet after his words, the students behind him remained motionless.

Even though Di Ma appeared injured, she was still a “Earth-ranked,” and they, as “Human-ranked,” simply couldn’t resist.

Seeing no one obey him, Di Ji grew furious. He turned around, grabbed one of the “Human-ranked” by the collar, and hurled him straight at Di Ma.

Di Ma simply raised her hand to block, and the thrown “Human-ranked” changed trajectory, crashing into the wall.

“When it comes to ‘throwing things’… you’re still far from it,” Di Ma said, then reached behind her waist, pulling out an iron ball the size of a fist.

Before Di Ji could even react, Di Ma took a short run-up, pushed off with her injured foot, and hurled the iron ball straight at him.

Di Ji’s expression changed instantly. He quickly pulled another student in front of him as a shield. The iron ball struck the student’s chest, deeply embedding itself in, and the sound of breaking bones echoed clearly.

Though the “Human-ranked” in his hand was now dead, Di Ji realized that the tall Di Ma seemed to possess only average strength.

Though such a throw could kill a “Human-ranked,” it likely wouldn’t be fatal to a “Earth-ranked.”

“She looks so big!! But her strength is weak!!” Di Ji shouted. “We can bind her and kill her!!”

With that, he threw the dead “Human-ranked” onto the ground and turned to face his other students.

These students had never experienced such a situation before. Usually, the “Earth-ranked” would just fight among themselves, ending with injuries at worst. This time, however, people were actually dying. Out of fear, they instinctively stepped back, afraid that anyone who hesitated might be used as a shield again.

“GIVE ME THE STUFF!!” Di Ji shouted, turning back. “GIVE ME WEAPONS!!”

One student, trembling, pulled out a rope and a dagger from his waist, handing them over slightly shaking.

Di Ji happily accepted the weapons. Holding the rope in his left hand and the dagger in his right, he turned back to face Di Ma: “Bind her and kill her!! Slice her piece by piece after binding!!”

Di Ma said nothing, merely staring seriously at Di Ji.

She knew she only had a few chances—perhaps only two.

Originally, she had planned to use both attacks on Tian Ma, but she had never been confident. If she couldn’t test her ability on this Di Ji first, even standing in front of Tian Ma would be suicide.

The tense atmosphere between them began to spread, and Di Zhu also grew anxious.

Previously, Di Ma had nearly been completely defeated by Hei Yang. Now, how could she possibly defeat this mad chicken with an injured body?

Di Ma paid no attention to the weapons in Di Ji’s hands and slowly stepped forward.

Step by step, they approached each other’s attack range. Without hesitation, Di Ji lunged forward with his dagger. Di Ma raised her left hand to block.

The dagger pierced straight into Di Ma’s forearm, the tip emerging from the other side.

Di Ma paid no mind to her wounded arm, raising her right hand and placing it on Di Ji’s chest. This soft palm strike made Di Ji smile again.

“Soft-legged Ma!! Soft-legged Ma!!”

Di Ma slowly closed her eyes. Whether her “trump card” had fully recovered would depend entirely on this one move.

“One hundred ‘Earth-ranked’ attacks…” she whispered softly.

“Soft-legged…”

BOOM!!

The moment she spoke, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted.

Di Zhu beside her and the few “Human-ranked” in the distance were thrown off balance, staggering.

The sound was both fast and immense, then abruptly ceased, vanishing without a trace, leaving no echo behind, creating an oddly eerie sensation.

It felt as if something powerful had torn through space and then vanished instantly. Everyone could only rely on the pain in their eardrums to confirm that the sound had indeed been real.

Di Zhu regained his composure and looked again at Di Ma and Di Ji before him. They remained in the same position as before, unmoving.

No… more precisely, Di Ma’s body was trembling, while Di Ji appeared unharmed.

“Damn it…” Di Ma softly cursed. “Didn’t expect such a strong backlash…”

Shaking, she withdrew her right hand, looking down to see that nearly all her fingers were broken, and her entire palm was bright red.

Di Zhu looked at Di Ji again in disbelief.

He noticed that although Di Ji stood still, there was clearly a palm-sized, perfectly round hole in his chest.

The edges of the hole were extremely neat, as if a high-speed bullet had pierced through his body.

Di Ji slowly lowered his head, looking at his chest, his expression gradually changing—what kind of attack was this?

It possessed such immense destructive power… yet didn’t even allow time for pain to register.