Thud...
Several headless corpses fell one after another.
Chen Shouyi slid his sword into its sheath, tore off his tattered clothes, and revealed a body of tightly knotted muscles.
He lowered his head and looked where the bullets had struck.
He found only a few bruises on his chest.
"This was the effect of a rifle firing at close range. If it had been a hundred meters away, it probably wouldn't have even left a bruise." Chen Shouyi was slightly surprised.
He breathed in the air, thick with the mingled smells of gunpowder and blood, and clenched his fist.
"I'm becoming less and less human!"
He glanced back at the towering blaze. This was no longer his battlefield; his mission was complete.
Feeling his strength gradually return, he turned and prepared to stride away.
"I've finally found you."
A voice, gritted with hatred, suddenly came from beside him.
At the sound, Chen Shouyi's pupils contracted and his hair stood on end. He whipped around.
In the moonlight, a tall, powerfully built barbarian emerged from the shadows.
He looked utterly wretched. His body was mottled black and red, and there wasn't a patch of undamaged skin on him. As he walked, he left bloody footprints on the ground.
Even so, Chen Shouyi was on high alert, every nerve taut.
He knew that voice all too well.
He had fought this barbarian more than once.
Of course, those fights had taken place in the virtual memory world.
At his best, he had lasted only four moves before his neck was twisted.
Chen Shouyi felt slightly relieved to see that the barbarian wasn't holding a weapon this time. He was empty-handed.
"I think I've run far enough!" Chen Shouyi slowly drew his sword and said in a low voice.
"Foolish human, I'll let