Chapter 124
Chapter Eighteen: I sentence you to death!
Yuki suddenly pulled out this level four Chaos Item, and with three enhancement points, he unleashed it, making it the most powerful weapon he possessed.
The Transcendental Grade (Level 4) item represents a qualitative leap, changing from a single-barreled weapon to a double-barreled one. The gun's length of less than half a meter shortens the draw distance, greatly increasing its element of surprise.
Shotgun. Double shot.
From drawing his gun to firing, it was only a split second. The Clown had barely caught a glimpse of white Yuki had already drawn his gun and pulled the trigger twice.
Bang! Bang!
A dazzling flame erupted from the gun muzzle, the white mist was shattered by hundreds of bullets made entirely of energy, and the Clown was sent flying through the air, his body bursting with blood.
Strong enough.
The shot made Yuki numb. He didn't know where the recoil of the energy bullet came from, but he didn't stand still to observe, nor did he offer a villainous explanation of the principle.
Physical Enhancement. Extreme Speed.
Yuki charged forward with a clean, decisive step, opened his right hand, drew his massive Chainsaw Sword, and with a whooshing sound, stepped forward and slashed.
Whoosh—Boom!
The tombstone was smashed to pieces, but the Clown in front of him flew away like a kite, his face covered in paint and contorted in a hideous grimace.
"You dare to scheme against me!?"
Before Yuki fired the shot, he hadn't noticed anything amiss and was still considering how to pay his respects to the gods.
He then fired, riddling himself with holes, and the muzzle flash remains in his vision to this day, lingering for a long time.
You're the one who's up to no good.
Without uttering a sound, Yuki took a sip of Quiet Dew and chased after them. As he ran, he suddenly leaned back and slid across the ground.
Swish--
The red light flashed and disappeared in an instant, and several tombstones nearby were cut in half, the cuts perfectly smooth.
Laser?
Yuki frowned. The biggest risk in this battle was the lack of intelligence. He knew nothing about the Clown's abilities, and then he saw the latter retreating while beckoning with his fingers.
Swish, swish, swish.
The laser swept back and forth, cutting through anything in its path. He slammed his palm on the ground, stood up, and leaped sideways several times to escape the attack range.
The attacks are relentless, almost silent except for the red glow that appears before they cut, and their cutting ability is terrifying.
"This is not a laser."
Yuki didn't see any launching device, and a thought struck him, but he didn't rush to use the Demon Possession.
At this moment, the first soul bullet had been fully loaded. Yuki did not aim at the retreating Clown, but instead pointed it in the direction he had come from.
Da da da.
Just then, a golden Hound burst out of the thick fog. Following the sound, it saw Yuki constantly dodging and the raised muzzle of his gun.
Wearing a sharp suit and a wide-brimmed hat, holding a massive Chainsaw Sword and a raised gun, he quickly stopped his sprint.
Wait, isn't that the assassin?
Bang!
Gunfire shattered everything; the dense hail of bullets offered no chance to dodge. The mangled dog carcass flew backward and disappeared into the thick fog.
Rick has already started, and time is running out.
As the planner, Yuki knew that the time for exposure had come. Pan Zi realized this and sent his closest dog to report the news, but it was too late.
In other words, the other two players will arrive as reinforcements soon.
'But even without my eyes, I can still use all my strength.'
Demon Possession.
Only then did he unleash his bloodline skill, and the next moment, he leaped into the sky.
Swish swish swish.
A large flash of red light streaked across the sky, shattering the spot where Yuuki had stood. In Yuki's eyes, he witnessed a horrifying scene.
The cemetery was filled with blood-red threads, densely packed all around, like an unfolding domain. They attacked with the Clown's flicking fingers, making one feel as if they were trapped in a spider web.
I underestimated you.
Yuki suddenly realized that the Clown was stronger and more insidious than he had imagined. No wonder he was so unguarded; he had set up a defensive position in advance and was therefore fearless.
But he didn't expect Yuki's sneak attack to be so powerful; the first two shots severely injured him.
"Soul-side energy, I've met a fellow practitioner again."
Gurgle.
Yuki swallowed a mouthful of dew. Now that he had confirmed the true nature of the red thread, things were much easier. The reddish-gray mist around his body grew even thicker.
Fighting energy with energy.
Ugh--
With a slash of the Chainsaw Sword, he cut the red lines that surrounded him, then lowered his head to dodge a sneak attack from behind, and with a twist of his waist and abdomen, he spun around.
The crimson blade-shaped spinning top flew through the sky, severing all the red lines in its path and shattering the thick fog, until it was blocked by some blood lines that were several times thicker.
The Clown isn't stupid. If one thread can't stop him, he'll twist it thicker. Pan Zi and his group will arrive soon. Three against one, he doesn't believe the other can win.
Want to heal your wounds?
Yuki also saw the Clown leaning against the tombstone, his hands seemingly plucking a harp, attacking him on one hand and manipulating bloodlines to fill the blood holes in his body on the other.
He looked around and saw that the lines of blood were no longer as dense as before, but instead formed dozens of lines about the thickness of a thumb, cutting in from all directions.
'If you don't want me to come near, sorry, I still have a gun.'
Bang! Bang!
Yuki raised his hand and pulled the trigger, and two fist-sized deer bullets flew out, with a longer range and greater power.
The Clown dared not close his wound any longer and quickly rolled to the side. He heard two loud bangs behind him. The tombstone had been blasted into a crater, and the shockwave sent him flying several meters.
Its power is comparable to that of an artillery shell, but fortunately it's not very accurate.
Yuki the opportunity to charge forward. He had already realized that these blood lines needed the Clown to control, so he used his shotgun to suppress them and then closed the distance while the clown was dodging.
The distance of ten or twenty meters was nothing to him; by the time the Clown turned around, Yuki was already a few meters away, half-crouching on the tombstone, his eyes glowing red, like a demon from a painting.
It was too late to control the bloodline to intercept; from the moment I was shot, the initiative was firmly in the enemy's hands.
He will die.
As the strong wind blew against his face, the Clown turned around, holding a lump of blood-red stuff in his hand, which looked like a beating heart.
Seeing the same thing as Yuki, she immediately made her own choice:
Soul Bullet Refill. Maximum Strength.
Smack
At the same time, the Clown suddenly crushed the heart.
Blood gushed out like a fountain.
Like someone having their major artery severed, the blood plasma burst forth, then rapidly deformed under the manipulation of fingers. This thin layer of blood seemed utterly defenseless, but in Yuki's eyes—
It is a high concentration of soul energy.
Clang!!
The Chainsaw Sword struck it, producing dazzling sparks. The feedback felt like cutting through steel, but it didn't seem like a simple defensive tool.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
A series of sharp spikes suddenly sprouted from the 'shield', grazed his hair, and knocked off his top hat. Yuki was as if he were lying on the ground, compressing the space he occupied to the Limit.
They're using a combination of offense and defense to force me to retreat.
Yuki a fool could tell that the other side was trying to stall for time, so his choice was simple.
Focus on one point; never back down.
Ignoring the heartache, the Demon Possession mist converged forward, the two energies rubbing, colliding, and squeezing, while the Chainsaw Sword, already at its Limit, swung upward.
Open!!
A gap appeared in front of him, not allowing Yuki to squeeze through at all. The deformed shield quickly compressed, forcing him to release his greatsword and almost severing his sword-wielding hand.
It was somewhat like cutting water with a knife; the split quickly closed, and the splattered blood droplets turned into fine needles, pouring down from above.
With all its energy concentrated in front, it would be impossible to stop these blood needles, but Yuki never even considered trying to block them.
Soul Bullet.
Bang!
He raised his gun, and shotgun shells rained down on his head, filling the gun with energy up to its maximum capacity. Hundreds of bullets formed a barrier.
With an attack against an attack, the vast majority of the blood needles were torn apart on the spot, leaving only a few remaining.
Yuki didn't care about the survivors. He opened his right hand, discarding the Chainsaw Sword, grabbed the Ram's-Horn Hammer, and slammed it forward with all his might.
Since it's a liquid, let's try this.
Impact Hammer.
Thump.
A muffled thud resounded, and the shockwave spread across the blood-red shield, forming layers of waves. The previously closed slash marks were torn open again by the shockwave.
Like seeing a leopard through a tube, Yuki saw the Clown a few meters behind the shield, his nimble fingers leaving afterimages.
Combining offense and defense is a huge test for the Controller, much like in RTS games where you have to control several lanes of minions simultaneously.
Yuki saw him, and he saw Yuki, their pupils contracting as they stared at the gun barrel protruding from the gap.
Chainsaw Sword, a hunting rifle, and now he's pulled out a Ram's-Horn Hammer —just how many Chaos Item does this bastard have?
Without hesitation, after a quick aim, Yuki pulled the trigger.
Bang!
A second gunshot rang out, the blood shield shattered, and the Clown was sent flying backward, a fist-sized hole appearing in his abdomen, his left hand severed at the root.
He flew through the air, his head buzzing. In the fast-paced battle, there was no possibility of begging for mercy, nor time to weigh the good and evil of his life.
Only struggle, a desperate struggle until the very last moment.
"Blood Frenzy!"
His right hand clenched into a fist, and all the crimson energy began to mutate.
Like a wild beast unleashed, it attacks wildly in all directions, sometimes as lines, sometimes as knives, sometimes as spears, and Yuki is right in the center of the storm.
If he couldn't see it, it would be a sure kill. Unfortunately, Yuki could see this frenzied energy and rushed out the moment the Clown's skill was activated.
A straight sprint, the shortest distance, and just as the Clown's back touched the ground, the figure emerged from the raging storm.
Blood cut through his hair, a blood spear pierced his shoulder, but Yuki ignored it all except for protecting his vitals, letting it magnify in the Clown's vision.
The relentless barrage of attacks left him somewhat stunned; from the moment he was shot, he had absolutely no chance to recover.
Blood is gathered into a knife.
The Clown fumbled and opened his palm, grasping a blade made entirely of energy.
Clang!
Before he could even swing it, the dark gun handle had already accurately smashed the blood-stained blade open. Yuki rushed in front of him, looking down at the Clown's open mouth.
I sentence you—
He stomped on the Clown's stomach and swung his right hand, wielding Ram's-Horn Hammer, down in a wide arc.
"Capital offense!"
Chapter Nineteen: Dog Brain Overload