Seeing Loki rush toward him, Leng Xuan frowned.
He knew full well that Loki had completely seen through the situation he was facing.
For Leng Xuan, the only things capable of restraining Loki were that sniper rifle and the five remaining bullets.
Loki had abandoned his tricks and charged straight at him with half a ruined body, all to force him to increase his rate of fire.
If Leng Xuan wanted to stop Loki from approaching, he had to fire early. But if he did, the time these bullets could buy would be greatly reduced... Should he shoot to stop Loki from getting close, or endure and risk close combat to maximize the value of every bullet?
With that single move, Leng Xuan, who had held the initiative, was forced into a passive position.
Leng Xuan's fingertip rested on the trigger. He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not pull it. He lay quietly atop the city wall, staring intently at Loki's approaching figure.
Rather than rapidly firing all his bullets and falling into certain death, Leng Xuan chose to take the risk.
He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, watching through the scope as the distance between Loki and himself rapidly shrank.
Thirty kilometers, twenty kilometers, ten kilometers, five kilometers, three kilometers...
As time passed, Loki's body gradually recovered. When he was less than two kilometers from Leng Xuan, a cold gleam flashed through Leng Xuan's eyes, and he suddenly pulled the trigger!
The thunderous gunshot exploded beside Leng Xuan's ears, and two streams of blood slowly ran from them.
A bullet tore through the air with a howl, blasting Loki in midair into fragments that scattered in every direction.
The instant he fired, Leng Xuan did not hesitate. He immediately grabbed the sniper rifle, turned, and