Wu Piwu had no choice.
He could not just watch as Jiu Jiu died!
During the "Zhou" weekend, any death would lead to a loss effect, causing one to forget memories, forget the past, and even forget that this was the "Zhou" weekend, and so on.
Once it exceeded a certain critical point, one would be completely lost in the "Zhou" weekend, never able to return to the real world.
Moreover, this loss varied from person to person.
The more resolute one's mental will and the richer one's memories and experiences, the more times they could die.
Conversely, those with simple and weak minds, and fewer memories and experiences, could die fewer times and were more prone to losing themselves.
Although Jiu Jiu had some spirit and might be considered a fairy or something similar, her age was not great, her memories and experiences were few, and just tentatively calling her name, Dog Egg, had made her furious.
It was likely that her mind was not particularly resilient.
Wu Piwu dared not gamble on how many times Jiu Jiu could be resurrected, nor whether the environment after resurrection would be even worse.
The only thing he could do was one thing…
Raise his fist!
Fight!
Otherwise, what was the point of becoming stronger?
What was the point of practicing this national martial art!?
With two moves, he killed two "employees," and Wu Piwu roughly understood the situation of this "Zhou" weekend.
These "employees" could transform!
When Wu Piwu killed the second one, his muscles began to exceed the toughness of ordinary human muscles, but it was still not outrageous.
Around him, dozens of "employees" in the same area began to show slight distortions in their faces, and their bodies grew slightly larger, though they still basically retained a human shape.
"So, the more I kill, or the greater the commotion I cause, the more their 'true' forms are revealed?"
Wu Piwu silently watched the dozens of "employees" surrounding him, quickly confirming that the more he killed, the more the truth was revealed.
If other ordinary people came here, even if they hid and acted timidly, as long as they killed the humans on the assembly line, they would gradually see the truth due to excessive slaughter, thus triggering changes in these "employees."
As the "employees" closed in, Wu Piwu not only observed them but also the workshop area.
The surroundings were all enclosed; to move from the slaughter area to other areas, one had to pass through a large metal door, which could be locked with a latch.
At the same time, the factory was noisy due to the assembly line, making it unlikely to disturb other areas unless the entire area exploded… Unless these monsters had some supernatural means of communication, otherwise, killing all the monsters in this area would not trigger a rampage of the monsters in the entire factory in a short time.
Understanding this, Wu Piwu hooked his foot, snatching the bone-cutting knife from a previously killed "employee," and with another kick, the steel fork fell onto the "sheep" assembly line.
At this moment, one "employee" was already less than three meters away from Wu Piwu.
It grunted and charged at him with the steel clamp in hand.
Facing the steel clamp and the charge of this "employee," Wu Piwu slightly sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the steel clamp and the collision.
He gently dragged the bone-cutting knife upward, passing by this "employee" without even looking back, directly facing the next "employee."
This "employee" took a few steps forward, wanting to move, but its upper body fell to the ground at an angle, its innards and flesh spilling everywhere.
At the same time, Wu Piwu faced the second "employee," whose body was rapidly changing, slightly swelling, and growing about one to two centimeters taller.
The increase was not significant, but it was still noticeable upon close observation.
However, since he had already made a move, Wu Piwu did not hesitate.
As the tool in this "employee's" hand was just lifted, he jumped slightly to the side, stabbing the tip of the bone-cutting knife diagonally into its left shoulder.
Then, with a twist of his wrist, when he landed again, this "employee" also crumpled to the ground.
With his Dark Strength at a major level, he could be considered a second-rate martial general on an ancient battlefield, capable of claiming to be a hundred-man foe.
In a small-scale melee like this with dozens of people, he could even rival a first-rate martial general!
Here, the martial generals were not like those in historical records, but rather like those in the Three Kingdoms: Unrivaled!
As Wu Piwu killed two more, totaling four "employees," the remaining "employees" clearly became agitated.
Their footsteps quickened, charging recklessly, even lacking the awareness to dodge the bone-cutting knife.
Wu Piwu let out a low roar, his body shaking, qi and blood surging into his dantian, with his strength, speed, and reflexes all dramatically increasing.
With a wave of his hand, he unleashed nearly a thousand kilograms of force.
This power, even without sharp weapons, was enough to cause immense damage to the flesh upon impact, let alone with a bone-cutting knife in hand.
In an instant, a bloody storm ensued; all the "employees" could not withstand even a second before Wu Piwu.
The first "employee" charged at him, and Wu Piwu thrust out a knife, then retreated without looking back, stepping back three to four meters.
The spot he had just occupied was immediately overwhelmed by several "employees" crashing down, and had he hesitated for half a second, he would have been immediately swarmed and turned into meat paste.
This was not a martial arts movie; how could the enemies come one by one, like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather, being taken down individually?
They would definitely swarm him, especially these monsters, who were fearless and would not dodge the blade.
They would directly crush and overwhelm him with their bodies.
A slight hesitation could mean life or death.
In such a situation, even if one had reached the Dark Strength major level, daring to charge head-on would surely lead to death.
It was likely that only upon reaching the Dan Strength level, when the body began to undergo a transformation, could one confront them directly.
Wu Piwu was well aware of this.
He wielded the bone-cutting knife, weaving through the assembly line, tools, and instruments.
Although the enemies were fearless and numbered in the dozens, the greater the number, the more crowded they became, tripping over each other and blocking one another.
As long as Wu Piwu ensured he was not cornered or blocked by more than five "employees" at once, he could fully unleash his attacks against two or three "employees" in front of him, stabbing and cutting one or two, then swiftly escaping.
His speed was nearly twice that of these monsters, his strength at least three times greater, and his reaction speed was four to five times faster.
In this case, the number of monsters was not a problem… unless these "employees" continued to change, revealing their true forms and becoming stronger!
Wu Piwu jumped onto a shelf, and behind him, two "employees" had begun to show non-human appearances and charged at him.
The metal shelf bent upon impact, while Wu Piwu flipped over the top of the shelf and leaped down, stabbing twice with the bone-cutting knife, hitting the heads of the two monsters.
However, just as he landed, a bone-crushing hammer came crashing toward him from the side, moving at extreme speed.
The sound of wind rushed past as the hammer approached.
Wu Piwu had no way to dodge.
At the moment the bone-crushing hammer was about to hit him, he stood the bone-cutting knife upright, bracing it against his side arm, while curling his single arm, qi and blood erupting forth, using his arm to resist the hammer.
With a loud thud, Wu Piwu was sent flying three to four meters away, his arm bruised and painful, but upon a slight assessment, he felt relieved; aside from muscle injury, his bones were not fractured.
He turned to look at the source of the bone-crushing hammer, where three monsters stood: a pig-headed man, a dog-headed man, and a frog-headed man, all over two and a half meters tall.
The pig-headed man was even around two meters seventy, with a body width and thickness at least the size of two adult men.
The bone-crushing hammer from earlier had been thrown by the frog-headed man.
Only these three "employees" remained in the entire slaughter area, and they had finally fully transformed into their true forms.
Wu Piwu silently stood still, circulating his qi and blood, watching as these three monsters approached from the front and both sides.
He silently calculated their distances.
When the pig-headed man was still five meters away from him, he suddenly kicked the bone-crushing hammer toward the pig-headed man, and using the reaction force from the kick, he pushed off the ground with the other foot and lunged toward the weakest frog-headed man among the three monsters.
The pig-headed man reached out a hand to firmly grasp the bone-crushing hammer, and this delay allowed Wu Piwu to reach the frog-headed man.
As the frog-headed man reached out to grab him, Wu Piwu held the bone-cutting knife in one hand and extended the other like a claw, executing a Tiger Demon Claw that struck the frog-headed man's palm, which was twice the size of a normal person's.
He gripped tightly, his fingers digging deep into the frog-headed man's flesh, then yanked down hard, pulling the frog-headed man's upper body down to his level.
In the next instant, Wu Piwu horizontally stabbed with the bone-cutting knife, piercing through the side of the frog-headed man's massive head, directly stabbing through its spine.
He barely had time to withdraw the knife before turning around, curling his arms over his head slightly.
Behind him, the dog-headed man lunged at him, its massive jaws snapping toward his head, clamping down on his arm.
Wu Piwu did not even furrow his brow.
As his bitten arm relaxed, the bone-cutting knife fell, and his other intact arm reached out to catch it, stabbing upward from the dog-headed man's jaw straight into its brain.
With a twist of his wrist, when the dog-headed man released its bite, he did not even have time to retract the bone-cutting knife.
He simply leaned back, narrowly avoiding the bone-crushing hammer that came crashing down, while the upper body of the dog-headed man was smashed to pieces by the hammer.
As Wu Piwu flipped back to his feet, directly in front of him, three meters away, stood a wild boar man, entirely black, with a wild boar head, giant tusks, and bristling mane, standing at least three meters tall, panting heavily.
"Fool, that's a Wild Boar Demon, at least fifty years of cultivation! Run!"
Jiu Jiu, with her emerald green hair, half-crouched at the edge of the assembly line, shouted in terror.
Wu Piwu, however, remained silent, merely circulating his qi and blood.
Yet, the route of his qi circulation was entirely different from before; it did not flow through the dantian but traveled up the spine directly to the spiritual platform.
If there were a personal information data interface at this moment, it would clearly show that Wu Piwu's negative feedback rate in his consciousness sea was skyrocketing.
Four percent, five percent, six percent…
When the negative feedback rate in his consciousness sea reached ten percent, Wu Piwu closed his eyes, tilted his head back, let out a furious roar, and when he opened his eyes again…
His eyes were already blood red!
(End of Chapter)