I Bet Your Gun Has No Bullets

Bai Zhi had never intended to confront something like this head-on in his plan.

To that end, he had made a great many preparations. Even if their side was discovered, the Shadow Puppet should have been the first to be found.

...So why had that thing pinpointed the location of their group so accurately?

Watching the Ultimate Stitched Monster slowly make its way toward them, Bai Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly.

He had noticed earlier that when it arrived, it had fallen rather than landed. That meant that absurd speed was not innate to the Stitched Monster itself—or rather, it was not something it could achieve at will.

Their hiding place was over three thousand meters away from there, and it was not moving particularly quickly right now. In theory, if they tried to escape now, they should be able to get away.

But recalling the Ultimate Stitched Monster's previous speed of a thousand kilometers per hour, who could say that fleeing was not precisely what triggered its attack?

None of those present could react to that terrifying speed.

Yet Chang Xi, standing beside him with a crowbar in hand, looked eagerly at the Stitched Monster slowly approaching them from afar.

"Are we finally fighting?"

"...Why do you seem so excited?"

Bai Zhi shot her a slightly strange look.

"Because I belong to the Martial Arts Faction."

With her head held high and chest puffed out, Chang Xi emphasized the point.

"From now on, you will witness—"

Before she could finish, the head of the Ultimate Stitched Monster walking toward them suddenly burst apart without warning.

After swaying a few times, the headless body collapsed onto the ground.

"Witness what?"

Squinting toward the distance, Bai Zhi casually asked Chang Xi.

Chang Xi: "..."

Several thousand meters away, the Shadow Puppet