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Disbelief filled Moyana's face. Her chest heaved violently, her knees buckled, and she dropped heavily to the ground, her life force draining away at terrifying speed.
"Moyana!!"
His eyes bloodshot with grief and rage, Fayan Luo unleashed both pistols at full power. Bang, bang, bang, bang! Dense gunfire erupted through the woods, twenty rounds spraying toward the dark figure in a fan, too fast for an ordinary person to react.
Yet what happened next was suffocating to behold.
A web of blade flashes formed before Ghost King. Silver light flickered, scattering sparks. Those twenty rounds, powerful enough to pierce steel, were actually sliced apart in midair, showering the ground with clattering fragments.
Xun Uchiha stood rooted to the spot, too shocked to speak. He studied the monster before him: short and misshapen, with a hunched back and hooked nose, as ugly as a dwarf. A tight black-and-gray combat suit covered his body, and a nauseating, sinister aura radiated from him. He truly lived up to his name-something ghostlike, yet not quite a ghost.
Xun Uchiha quickly pressed the scan button on the side of the Electronic Mirror. Red and blue light intertwined as streams of data raced across his retina. His heart clenched when he saw the strings of numbers:
[Bone density: 7] [Muscle strength: 76] [Vitality activity: 70] [Energy heat: 0] [Speed: 22 meters/second] [Strength: 75 kilograms] [Defense: 75 kilograms] [Rank: AA]
AA-Rank!
Xun Uchiha sucked in a cold breath. What did a movement speed of twenty-two meters per second mean? That was four meters faster than Dance King! Within the time field that slowed everyone down, that speed was practically comparable to his own stasis state. The calculations showed that Ghost King needed only 0.023 seconds to swing his blade once-nearly forty slashes per second!