Chapter 172 Mockery

"Monsters! Your nasty words won't work on me!" After seeing the faces of those strange trees clearly, Tianma Xingkong was no longer so afraid. He shouted loudly, "Take this! Tianma Meteor Fist!"

Before the words even faded, hundreds of silver-white fist shadows shot out like a flurry of meteors, striking the trees.

But... it had no effect.

"Hahahaha..." The mockery trees that had been hit by the Meteor Fist laughed. Not only were they unharmed, but they also mocked his attack. "Your punches are like my sister's! Hahahaha..."

"Damn it..." Little Ma's anger was gradually ignited, and he was about to throw another punch.

"Save your strength." Feng Bujue walked to his side and dissuaded him in a calm tone, reaching out and pressing down on his shoulder. "They are not afraid of your attacks at all. In fact, they are inducing you to attack."

"So... these trees are masochists?" Atobe interjected.

"If that sentence of yours is a joke, the comedic effect is only so-so," Honghu said. "If it's reasoning... then it's too unreliable."

Feng Bujue continued, "Clearly, these trees are delaying our journey." He glanced around. "They keep saying garbage to anger us and lure us into attacking." His gaze returned to Tianma Xingkong. "And your attacks will only waste your stamina and time, without getting any reward."

"Oh..." Little Ma nodded. "That makes sense." He put away his stance. "I understand, I must ignore these monsters and remain calm."

"That's right." Feng Bujue turned to Atobe again. "Continue clearing the path."

Hearing this, Atobe turned around and proceeded forward again.

During the players' conversation, the scolding of the mockery trees continued incessantly. Now that the five of them had started moving forward again, the trees were even more relentless in their provocations. However, everyone had already decided to adopt an attitude of ignoring them, trying not to pay attention to the content of those words. They quickened their pace, burying their heads forward, and soon entered the core of the mockery forest.

The trees here were thicker and denser, and the tangled vines blocked the players' path like tentacles. At this point, Atobe's [Garbage-Talking Tree Spirits Must Die] axe could come into play.

"Ah! Ah! Do you know what you're doing? Bastard!" When the axe chopped at the vines, the strange trees kept moaning and cursing.

"I know." Atobe, however, had no intention of showing mercy, swinging the axe with a look of pleasure. "How else would I be doing it so enjoyably?" He revealed the expression that a chaotic evil alignment person should have, slashing at the obstructing vines with a grin.

At this moment, Feng Bujue, who was behind Atobe, seemed to have thought of something again. He turned his head and asked, "Hey, Uncle Trash, can I borrow a light?"

Without a word, Uncle Trash took out a lighter from his pocket and threw it to Brother Jue.

"Thanks." Feng Bujue raised his hand to catch the lighter, picked up a small branch from the ground, and then tried to light the branch.

"What is he doing?" Tianma Xingkong asked when he saw this.

"Testing fuel," Feng Bujue replied.

"Oh..." Honghu instantly understood the meaning of the sentence. "Good idea."

"What are you talking about?" Tianma Xingkong asked, puzzled.

"He wants to test how long the branches of these trees can burn," Honghu explained. "Trees that can withstand the Tianma Meteor Fist must be extraordinary."

"I see..." Uncle Trash understood when he heard this. "If the branches of these mockery trees are indeed flammable and can burn for a long time, then we can collect some now for future needs."

"Yes, that's right," Honghu said. "Judging from the basic settings of this script, making a fire to warm up or heat food will happen sooner or later, so it's necessary to be prepared."

While they were talking, Feng Bujue had already made progress. "Aha! I knew it could be lit." He spent some time and finally got the branch in his hand to burn.

Brother Jue took the opportunity to throw the lighter back to Uncle Trash and quickly took out a catapult from his luggage, sucking the small section of burning branch in front of the catapult. "Now... let's see how long this thing can burn."

"Hey! Bastard!" A mockery tree next to him interjected loudly, "Do you think doing these things can change your inevitable death? You self-righteous idiot! Your brain is as small as a mole's wedding equipment! You are just a maggot wriggling in the cracks of stupidity and arrogance! What you do is meaningless! It's as useless as translating 'How to Learn German' into German!"

"Hehe..." Feng Bujue smiled at the tree. "What's wrong? Why so excited? Could it be that I'm burning your [beep]?"

"You perverted bastard, come over here if you have the guts, let's fight one-on-one!" the mockery tree shouted.

"I'm not coming over," Feng Bujue responded with an extremely cheap smile. "Come over and hit me if you have the ability~ Idiot."

"Hey, hey... you keep telling us to ignore these trees, but you're having a great time arguing with them?" Honghu said, "Are you planning to learn from the large amount of garbage you've collected and put it to good use?"

"Stop nagging... Yulong, you will die in front of me sooner or later, and your last line will be, 'Since the heavens created Yu, why did they also create Liang?'"

"Why are you suddenly coming at me? Are you crazy?"

"I'm just bored," Feng Bujue shrugged in response.

After a while, Brother Jue leaned closer to look at the branch enveloped in flames. "Well... as expected, after burning for so long, the volume of this branch has not decreased at all, and no ashes have fallen." As he said this, he released the catapult button, letting the branch fall to the ground, and then stomped on it a few times. "Well... very good, extinguishing it is much easier than lighting it."

He put away the catapult and continued, "It's really a safe and durable material, surprisingly good. If the Little Match Girl had a box of matches made of this kind of wood, this story wouldn't end in tragedy." He paused for a second, as if he had thought of something. "Oh, of course... if her father was a pervert, then in a few years, this story would still..."

"Hey! Stop it!" Honghu shouted, interrupting him. "Are you going to talk about things that make you horny again? Is your mind always restless?"

"Ah... I don't understand what you're talking about at all," Tianma Xingkong interjected with a blank expression. "But I feel like you two have a good relationship."

"Bullshit!" Honghu replied. "This person is not on my friend list at all."

"Hey! Everyone." Suddenly, Atobe, who was cutting through thorns in the front, spoke. He had stopped and turned back to give his teammates a wink. "Looks like we're in trouble..."