Chapter 133: A Deadly Battle Between Guns and Swords (Part 1)

After setting the trap, Shax arrived at the sniper point.

He lay on the ground, using a support frame to fix the strange blade. There were three bullets standing beside him. There was brown sand floating in the shell of one bullet, the bullet head of one bullet was as beautiful as gold, and the last bullet was no color except gray. It was the "death bullet" that killed the stone monster.

He loaded the three bullets into the Holy Lance one by one. This was all the fighting power he had prepared for this duel, and it was also the bottom line of the duel.

Snakes are so fast and reflexive that a single shot would be a pipe dream. Therefore, he prepared three bullets, a number that allowed him to adjust the order of fire and devise different tactics. These three shots also represented his estimated time limit. The moment the bullets ran out was the moment of victory or defeat: either the enemy would die by the gun, or he would die by the sword.

He took a deep breath behind the bloody holy spear. His movements were neither fast nor slow, not entering a flow state, letting his mind wander freely. He looked down at the people on the street through the scope.

A short man with large ears... his sense of smell and hearing is extremely keen, and his specially trained arms gleam with the color of steel...

One shot can kill.

A Mutant disguised as a small vendor... with eyes that clearly belonged to a keystone, ready to draw the gun at his waist at any moment...

One shot can kill.

A race unlike humans, with beastly heads. A young man secretly hiding a sinister relic, seeking demonic power. A foolish pirate manipulated by others. This one too. This one too...

One shot can kill.

Hell is a boring world.

Paths of transformation, alien races, relics—there are countless ways to gain power. Gain power by transplanting a limb. Gain power by finding a treasure. Gain power by feeling. Gain power by praying to those in higher positions.

Something that once took so much time... sweat... opportunity... longed for day and night in agony...

In hell, it only takes one day to get it.

Powerful individuals abound. A few random mediocre individuals on this obscure island can slay former elites and humiliate geniuses. People have become accustomed to the existence of power, tacitly following the rules of this world. This is precisely why Hell is so utterly boring.

Bloodline and relics cannot conceal the mediocrity of one's nature.

There are weak people everywhere who have power.

"Power" isn't something easily acquired. In the real world where the living thrive, strength is a treasure that can only be obtained at a price ten thousand or a hundred million times greater. Possessing a talent that's one in a hundred million, striving beyond the efforts of billions, and receiving guidance from equally rare and powerful individuals. Risk it, fight it, and survive the border between life and death. Only in this way can one gain power...

Get that insignificant little bit of power!

The mercenary, known as a sharpshooter, had killed over a thousand people in his lifetime. If he had been lucky enough to survive that rainy night, and continued to work, shoot, and kill, perhaps that number would have doubled.

—is not as powerful as a missile in war.

Known as a monster, the snake has mastered every known fighting technique in the world. It has killed wild beasts, soldiers, assassins, and even destroyed military weapons.

——In the face of technology and the group, it is no different from an ordinary snake.

The rules of the world are such that individual force can't change anything. It can't influence the larger picture. The tiny bit of power you've painstakingly acquired is practically meaningless in the vast world.

I understand this better than anyone else. I know the truth better than anyone else. Even so...

Or go against the trend indifferently.

Embarking on a dead end of misunderstanding, disapproval, and meaninglessness.

Forward. Push forward against the world's resistance. Amidst the ubiquitous laughter, grasp the little strength I have...

Use it to make your own voice.

Use it to take control of your life.

People like that are the strong ones!

It has nothing to do with particles. It has nothing to do with force. Strength and weakness are the essence of life. Those who were strong in the past world will never become ordinary beings in hell.

I have my own way. I have my own persistence. I won't run away like a rat, and I won't have any cowardly thoughts. Even if I were thrown into the crowd at this moment, I would definitely stand out...

You can see it at a glance!

“——”

Then Shax saw it. Someone who could never be killed with a single shot.

He walked against the flow of people, maintaining his own pace. He completely ignored the surprised looks, the amused laughter, the chatter and noise in the surroundings... He showed his indifference to others and the surroundings.

It stretched out its soft-armored tentacles and swung its fiery red fists.

Wearing a fully covered armor of the True Mysterious Qi, he walked through the city like an ancient warrior. He made no attempt to hide, nor to avoid, but walked openly in the sunlight.

Tell his enemies I'm here!

"ha."

He couldn't help but laugh, folding the talisman he was about to take out in his hand. He had miscalculated again. He had hoped to use the talisman to find the snake lurking among the crowd, but the sacrificial snake had no intention of hiding itself. He walked the streets like a fighter, meeting his enemies with the intention of fighting to the death.

That's how it should be. A duel between powerful individuals should be straightforward. Tricks, strengths and weaknesses, gains and losses... forget about those trivial, boring little things.

Draw your sword, draw your gun, use all you have——

Bet your life or death to decide the outcome!

The sniper pulled the trigger, and the duel began at this moment.

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——A bullet that kills with one shot cannot be unlimited.

For two days, Chu Hengkong had been brooding over the shot that had killed the stone demon. Unleashing the strange blade, firing the bullet, and the stone demon's death—the process was clear, but the mechanism of death was elusive. He simply let go of the cause and considered other approaches.

For example, why didn't Shaxx show the Bloody Holy Lance when he faced him?

For example, why didn't Shaxx use the bullet when the Golem first appeared?

Regarding the second question, Vander offered a hypothesis. The mechanism of the death bullet was similar to that of poison. If the Stone Demon quickly cut off the affected part, it might lose its effect, which is why it waited until the last moment to act. As for the first question, Chu Hengkong vaguely understood the answer. The moment he encountered Shax, his first action was...

Create a Qi armor to bounce bullets back.

Thinking back, Shax had focused on breaking the Qi Armor since then, ultimately resorting to the unknown Ghost Shot method. It wasn't like him to be so concerned about armor, unless it was something he feared.

The Strange Blade is a particle 3 from the Floating Light Path. No matter how powerful, it always has its limits. The bullet is already a "poison" that kills on contact, so it shouldn't have such an immediate effect on anything other than living things. The Qi Armor, which can resist most attacks, is likely the nemesis of this move.

Therefore, Chu Hengkong simply gave up on concealment and went into battle in his fully covered Gangqi armor. He knew his guesses might not be correct, and the facts might be far off, but that didn't matter. Compared to a reconnaissance battle where he kept his head and tail exposed, this kind of duel suited his character.

"The earthquake the day before yesterday..." "The men over there are so scary." "The city government is still here!" "If I had known this would happen, I would have gone out to sea." Complaints. Discussions. The damaged cat billboard at the epicenter. The unrepaired streetlights flickering.

Chu Hengkong walked silently down the street, no breathing beneath his helmet. Smells, the rustle of the wind, the subtle vibrations in the air. His spirit, like tentacles, preyed on intelligence, searching for the single abnormal point within range.

……tread.

Was it footsteps? Or the sound of typing on a keyboard? Air currents carried a hallucinatory vibration into my ears. Pedestrians vanished, the surroundings blurred, unnecessary information flowed away like water, and my extremely focused mind formed a cone-like space.

He suddenly stood up and swung his arms, swinging a thunder whip into the air! The tentacles were burning with blue fire!

The broken sound barrier spread, a cyan ring of flames visible. Transparent bullets emerged from the blazing flames. Shax's first move was "Ghost Shot," but Chu Hengkong, already prepared, countered it. Ghost Shot's mechanism was to trigger the demonic power sealed within the bullet, and the higher-level Fire of Ambition was enough to make it visible.

The bullet, originally aimed at the head, was significantly deflected by the thunder whip, its trajectory veering towards the right chest. Chu Hengkong twisted his body to avoid it. The Immortal Machine perfectly calculated the trajectory, allowing ample room to dodge even with the sudden change in movement. But the bullet suddenly changed direction, darting towards the throat like an unpredictable demon!

Double Transformation Demon Shot.

The poison of the Gu Lu Flower, the slime of the False Demon, a third of paranoia, and then the gravel of the Scourge-like Stone Golem. This was the first projectile Shaxx meticulously crafted. The ghostly shot, triggered by demonic materials, was a deception; the Stone Golem's demonic shot, spawned from the Unfixed Dust, was the true purpose.

It pierced the armor, carrying its lingering illusory properties, and charged straight at Chu Hengkong's throat. But then the armor protecting his throat dissipated, and a hand blocked the manifested bullet. The killer didn't have time to draw his weapon, so he grabbed the bullet with his bare hands.

Blood gushed out like an arrow, shooting into the air with a roar. Those who had just been shaken by the sonic boom looked up to see a man in armor standing speechless, one hand clutched to his throat. Blood continued to ooze from his hand, and onlookers almost thought his throat had been pierced by a bullet. But the killer removed his hand, leaving only a scratch on his throat.

A bright red scar streaked across the back of his hand, extending from his palm to his elbow, transforming into the brown bullet that had just fallen. The Qi armor on his arm performed its function faithfully. While its ghostly nature prevented it from completely deflecting the attack, it protected his vital parts. Chu Hengkong crushed the bullet, summoning his strength and instantly activating his Immortality Technique. However, this time, his secret technique, known for its unparalleled success, failed to work.

Gravel gleamed in the wounds, each one like a vicious claw. The sand, imbued with the magical power of the stone demon, hindered its healing, even hindering the complete coverage of the armor. Shax's first shot was effective; he would carve a fatal hole in his enemy's flesh!

I see. Good idea.

The Serpent of Life laughed and casually tossed the bullet into the distance. The next moment, he pushed off the ground and leaped upwards. The explosive force of his fifteen-minute Qi Qianqiu technique gave him the explosive power to traverse the city at breakneck speed. Six kilometers, four kilometers, three kilometers—the distance closed in an instant, and he could see the sniper's face.

The first shot hit and also exposed Shax's position. It was by catching this shot that he could find his opponent!

(End of this chapter)