Online Game: Crazy Skeleton-Chapter 1636 - 1445: The Dancing Clown (Two in One)

"Why isn’t he here yet?"

Hu Le waited nearly five minutes, but there was still no sign of Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained. The longer he waited, the more agitated he became, feeling completely unacknowledged. Finally unable to hold back, he approached Miner 01 and said impatiently, "Go tell him now—if he doesn’t show up, don’t blame us for not being nice!"

"What’s the rush? Didn’t I already tell you he’d be here soon? And by the way—stop bothering me while I’m mining. You won’t like the consequences."

Miner 01’s voice was steady, brimming with authority, showing no sign of deference to Hu Le despite his non-combat profession.

"Oh, you really think you’re all that, huh? Acting like you’re the king of the hill! What consequences could interrupting your mining possibly have? I don’t buy your tough act!"

Hu Le swung the copper hammer in his hand, striking a provocative stance. "Your old man here is waiting. Come on, show me what you’re made of!"

"Foolish!"

Miner 01 paused his work, slung the pickaxe over his shoulder, and turned to face Hu Le. His gaze was icy cold. "Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll gladly oblige."

"Boss, take it easy—don’t crush him too badly!"

"Haha, it’s been so long since we’ve seen the big guy throw down! Perfect opportunity to learn a couple of tricks here!"

The other miners perked up at Miner 01’s words, abandoning their mining entirely to focus intently on the pair, anticipating an entertaining spectacle.

"Haha, let’s see about that! Come try me—eat this first!"

Spurred on by the miners’ teasing, Hu Le’s anger boiled over, yet he forced himself to laugh. His patience snapped. Clutching the copper hammer, he aimed for Miner 01’s head with a swing.

"Overestimating yourself!"

Miner 01 retracted his pickaxe. Unfazed by the oncoming double hammer strike, he met the attack barehanded. Using his hand as a blade, he struck Hu Le harshly at the elbow.

"Hssss..."

Hit in a sensitive nerve, Hu Le nearly screamed in pain. While the damage wasn’t significant, the sudden, sharp sting was almost unbearable. His grip loosened, and he nearly dropped the hammer. Shocked, he scrambled backward a few steps, widening the distance between himself and Miner 01, his face pale and his eyes showing disbelief.

"You... you’re hiding your true strength?"

"You think you’re worth it? Don’t flatter yourself—stop smearing the good name of tigers!"

Miner 01 folded his hands behind his back, his tone calm, his eyes still sharp like a blade. "Got any more tricks? Go ahead. Attack all you like."

"Damn it!"

Embarrassed and enraged, Hu Le felt his arm recovering from the numbness. He charged again, but his wild, sweeping moves lacked any finesse. He couldn’t even touch the miner. Within just a few exchanges, his elbow was struck again. This time, his entire arm went numb, and both copper hammers clattered to the ground.

"Haha! Boss, nice work!"

"Even within the confines of the game, your skills shine through. Incredible, truly magnificent!"

The miners erupted in cheers, mercilessly mocking Hu Le without holding back.

Hu Le and his team, meanwhile, realized this miner was anything but ordinary. They quickly gathered around him, their eyes full of wariness. They dared not act impulsively anymore.

If all the miners were this formidable, they were in serious trouble. The whole group would be no match—they’d better tread carefully.

The old saying holds true: appearances can be deceiving; the sea’s depth cannot be gauged!

"I never expected someone of your caliber to choose the miner’s profession—wasting such great skills on mining. What a shame!"

Hu Le knew better than to keep trying his luck. Continuing this duel would only further humiliate himself. After his arm regained feeling, he decisively put away his hammers, his temper notably subsiding.

"I happen to like the miner profession. Your input isn’t needed."

Miner 01’s expression remained unchanged, and the sharpness in his gaze didn’t fade in the slightest. "Are we still fighting? If not, get out of the way. Don’t waste our mining time!"

"Alright, alright, carry on—we’ll head over there and wait!"

Hu Le gestured hurriedly, leading his team a few meters back. Seeing that the miners had no intention of further confrontation, he exhaled in relief.

"Big guy, you didn’t lose unfairly. These miners aren’t ordinary people. In real life, they’d be athletes for sure! Look at those muscles—at least fitness coaches, I’d bet!"

"Fitness coaches? You’re way off! Those flashy moves are nothing compared to this. I’d say black belt in Taekwondo, minimum!"

The team tactfully refrained from provoking Hu Le further, instead speculating about the miners’ real-life professions one by one.

"Quit guessing aimlessly! This is military hand-to-hand combat. These people must have served in the army!"

Hu Le’s expression turned grim. He had seen military hand-to-hand fighting before and could recognize it instantly. The miners before him posed a significant threat. The army was full of hidden talents, brimming with expertise. It was no wonder they treated his group so dismissively.

"Army veterans? That explains why they chose the miner profession. Their organization and division of roles make sense—everything runs smoothly with no disorder. Now their mining career choice makes perfect sense."

The short shield warrior looked uneasy. "Big guy, I didn’t think Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained had ties to the military. What now? Do we still go after him? If things don’t work out, we should just sneak away while we can!"

"Exactly, big guy! Crossing this group isn’t the wisest choice. In their eyes, we’re nothing more than trash. Let’s back off—swallowing our pride this once isn’t a big deal."