TDU Chapter 497
Chapter 497 Directionless
Terrestrial Rabbit gathered all his strength once more and lunged at Song Seven. Song Seven had no choice but to steel himself and respond.
This time, he clearly shifted his tactic. Instead of hurling fragments at Terrestrial Rabbit’s body, Song Seven pinched a wood chip between his thumb and forefinger and flicked it toward Terrestrial Rabbit’s ear.
He knew his remaining {ammunition} was limited. Killing Terrestrial Rabbit outright was unlikely; the best he could do now was to disrupt his senses.
Whether it was the ears or the eyes, impairing even one would provide a crucial advantage for the rest of his team.
Terrestrial Rabbit hadn’t anticipated this change. The fragment no longer targeted his massive torso but aimed at his head. In the moment of surprise, he had no time to dodge and instead tried to press his rabbit ears to the side.
But in his flustered state, his large hand brushed the tiny wood chip. The instant it was touched, it detonated, exploding in a fiery bloom right beside Terrestrial Rabbit’s sensitive ears.
{Boom}!!
“ARGHHH!!” This time, Terrestrial Rabbit could no longer remain composed. Clutching his ears, he screamed in agony, his hearing consumed by ringing, all auditory senses fleeing him at once.
Song Seven did not waste a single second. He emptied his pocket of all remaining wooden fragments, took several deep breaths, and launched them like a volley of missiles toward Terrestrial Rabbit.
The deafening explosions reverberated endlessly within the cramped room. Terrestrial Rabbit was repeatedly blasted to the ground, his dress shirt nearly completely destroyed by the blasts.
Though his body appeared covered in injuries, none of them were severe.
Song Seven exhaled deeply, recognizing this as his only chance. He could not afford mercy; waiting for Terrestrial Rabbit to recover was out of the question. Thus, suppressing his fatigue, he surged forward through the thick smoke.
Examining him closely, Song Seven saw that Terrestrial Rabbit’s chest was largely exposed, his shirt burned away to reveal scorched white fur and the small, bamboo-like Divine Artifact hanging from his neck.
Song Seven’s brow furrowed as he stood beside Terrestrial Rabbit, reaching swiftly for the Divine Artifact at his chest. In one seamless motion, he firmly grasped the bamboo-like Divine Artifact.
Everything unfolded within seconds; Song Seven had made every choice almost instinctively.
“Got it…”
Before Song Seven could even react, Terrestrial Rabbit had begun to recover from the intense pain.
With a hand as powerful as a pair of pincers, he clamped down on Song Seven’s wrist. The strength was beyond human imagination, leaving Song Seven utterly immobile.
“You’ve got some nerve, bastard… daring to come this close to me?”
Feeling the immense pressure radiating through his wrist, sweat trickled down Song Seven’s forehead.
“Do you really think a few little firecrackers can kill me?” Terrestrial Rabbit slowly rose, his right hand gripping Song Seven’s wrist tightly, lifting him off the ground as though holding an ordinary tote bag.
“Out of ammo…? So what can you do now?” Terrestrial Rabbit sneered. “You’ll serve as my first victim, {Detonating Spark}.”
At the sound of that cold laugh, Song Seven’s lips curved into a faint smile.
A dangerous aura emanated from him, and Terrestrial Rabbit’s eyes narrowed instantly. Something was amiss; this man seemed to have a plan all along. His target this time was not the bamboo Divine Artifact.
“Who says I need explosives to cause a blast?” Song Seven laughed, raising his other fist and driving it straight toward Terrestrial Rabbit’s nose.
The distance between them was negligible, Terrestrial Rabbit’s hand still locked around Song Seven’s wrist. At such close range, there was no way to avoid the blow.
{Boom}!!
The moment Song Seven’s fist made contact with Terrestrial Rabbit’s nose, sparks erupted violently, triggering a moderate but forceful explosion.
Both Terrestrial Rabbit and Song Seven let out muffled groans.
Terrestrial Rabbit’s grip on Song Seven’s wrist finally loosened. Enduring the searing pain, Song Seven seized the last of his strength, grabbed the necklace hanging from Terrestrial Rabbit’s chest, and used the force of the explosion to hurl himself backward, crashing heavily onto the distant floor.
The flute Divine Artifact was now firmly clutched in his hand.
“Ah… cough, cough… motherfu…” Terrestrial Rabbit cursed as he spat blood. That strike had clearly injured his nose and mouth. A body could be tempered and reinforced, but facial organs did not grow sturdier with physical enhancement.
At such close range, taking an explosion head-on left his nasal cavity and mouth flooded with blood, the pain sharp and unrelenting.
Song Seven fared no better. The left hand he had used to punch was now completely charred black, his fingers bent at grotesque angles. He lay on the ground, teeth clenched tight, drenched in sweat from the agony.
A fetid odor of burnt flesh rose from their bodies. Both were in no shape to continue; it was now a matter of sheer endurance.
“You really do have some tricks up your sleeve…” Terrestrial Rabbit climbed to his feet and reached to his chest, only to realize the {Divine Artifact} needed to clear the game was gone.
Song Seven gritted his teeth and tried to get up as well, but an intense surge of pain tore through his left hand. Burns, scalds, lacerations, and fractures all piled onto a single limb, leaving his vision swimming with dizziness.
Terrestrial Rabbit staggered toward him, lifted his thick, powerful leg, and stomped down hard. Song Seven hastily rolled across the ground to evade, then forced himself upright, teeth clenched.
“Terrestrial Rabbit… if you provoke me again,” Song Seven said through gritted teeth, “I’ll gladly give you another punch.”
“Based on that sorry state of yours?” Terrestrial Rabbit wiped the blood streaming from his cleft lip, his face instantly transformed into a terrifying mask of gore. “Would your subconscious really allow for another strike? Has your {conviction} not wavered? Does your mind even want to endure such bone-deep pain again?”
The two stared at each other for several seconds, then began to pant heavily. Even Terrestrial Rabbit exposed a hint of unease; he had never expected the man before him to resort to mutually destructive measures, and for the moment, he dared not approach.
Song Seven faced a dilemma as well. While he had secured the final Divine Artifact, how could he pass it to his teammates?
The only nearby allies were Chen Junnan and Jiang Ten next door, but they had locked the door.
He glanced around the room. Every door was closed. Could he even get the tiny flute out?
‘Wait… a tiny flute?’ Song Seven eyed the bamboo, thinner than a finger, and a sudden idea struck. If this failed, he would have no choice but to accept defeat.
Without giving Terrestrial Rabbit a chance to react, he rolled the Divine Artifact toward a door, the small gap at the bottom just sufficient for it to fit.
“You!” Terrestrial Rabbit’s eyes widened, the red of his gaze deepening to a bloodshot glare.
The flute skidded quickly across the floor until it fully disappeared into the adjacent room.
At that moment, the room’s broadcast system crackled again: “All {participants} have completed their actions. {Earthly Branch}, please proceed.”
Terrestrial Rabbit looked at Song Seven, realizing this man was reckless to the extreme. He abandoned the idea of further confrontation and turned to move toward the next room to reclaim the Divine Artifact.
However, Song Seven reached out and grabbed Terrestrial Rabbit’s foot.
“Sorry, I’m still alive. You’re not going anywhere,” Song Seven remarked with a smile. “Only my teammates are allowed to reach that room.”
“You’re courting death…”
Lying on the ground, Song Seven’s face showed a sense of relief. “Hey… did you hear that? I threw it out! Go get that Divine Artifact and escape this damn place!”
From the side, Jiang Ten’s voice called out, “But… which room did you throw it into?”
Hearing this, Song Seven slowly opened his eyes and got to his feet, glancing in the direction he had rolled the flute with a puzzled expression.
PR Note: LMAO
