Only the Sharingan Could Fight the Sharingan

Boom!!

A fully loaded truck crashed head-on into a car, shattering glass and leaving the front of the vehicle completely dented. Screams erupted from the surrounding crowd; many called the police, while others rushed to the scene to help.

The truck driver was rescued, but the car was beyond saving. The front of the car was severely deformed, and the chances of survival for the driver and passenger were zero; they were practically Ironhide shell.

"It's my turn so soon. I wonder how the others are doing..." Russell stood on the side of the road. Death had already begun to strike him, so the others in the team must be next soon.

Just now, he pushed open the car door to jump out, but suddenly the seatbelt locked and wouldn't open. This little challenge was no problem for him; he easily opened it with the Blade Desert Eagle God of War. But a toad doesn't want to be disgusting; what if he were to be struck by death like that during a fight with an enemy...

It doesn't have to be particularly dangerous; as long as there's a banana peel under his feet while he's charging... the image is too beautiful to even imagine!

Life is tough, but thankfully there are even more tragic situations to contrast with. Shen Menghan's team also faces increased difficulty in Team Battle set up by the main god. They have to face the Ju-on, the American version of Ju-on.

Ju-on is much more intense than Death; at least Death won't hand Russell shampoo while he's taking a shower.

"Jason, follow behind me. Don't show yourself without my orders," Russell said quietly, then turned and walked toward a side alley.

When he came out, he had a motorcycle on his lap, which he had bought, just like the car, from a black man.

Because the vehicle's origin was unknown, Russell didn't spend much money. In addition, when he took out his money, he accidentally revealed his Desert Eagle, so the transaction was peaceful and everyone was chatting and laughing.

The motorcycle went further and further astray, and after half an hour, it arrived near the airport. The warehouse was right in front of them, but Russell stopped the motorcycle.

Bang!

A bullet whizzed past him, splashing up a small crater in the ground.

Sniper!

Russell twisted the handle, turned around and rushed behind a wall, puzzled. There were no prominent high points nearby, and there were no tall buildings in the direction the bullets were coming from. Where was the sniper hiding?

Invisibility + high jump?

Is there really such a bad sniper?

"Jason, go check it out!"

Russell leaned against the wall and waited for about three minutes before Jason returned carrying a severed head.

Russell: "..."

Russell had nothing to say, only blaming himself for not explaining clearly. He waved for Jason to take the severed head and get lost, then abandoned his motorcycle and walked instead.

This time, he didn't encounter any ambushes and arrived at the warehouse where the team was hiding without any trouble. He pushed open the door and saw the fat man.

"Brother, you're finally back... No, what are you doing back at this time? You might as well not have come back at all."

"What's the meaning?"

As they were talking, Russell caught a whiff of blood.

The fat man pointed behind him, Russell followed his gaze, only to find that the four-person team was in a bad situation. The Bai Niao, whose mental abilities had been enhanced, was lying dead on the ground, and the team leader Fan Bo, was pale and sweating profusely as he sat in a chair.

"Where did Catwoman and the thief go?" Russell asked, then changed his mind. "I know the thief, he must be hiding in the bushes. But what about Catwoman?"

The fat man shook his head and took two steps closer to Russell: "The captain and the others went out to gather intelligence and were ambushed by two teams. Bai Niao was mentally injured, and the captain was also wounded. As for Catwoman and the thief, they didn't come back..."

The fat man shook his head, leaving the rest of his words unsaid, but the meaning was clear.

Russell's heart skipped a beat. It was only the second day, and the six-man team had already lost two members and injured two others, leaving only him and the fat guy as bystanders. Luckily, he had a cheat code, otherwise it would have been a complete wipeout.

"By the way, did you encounter any ambushes when you came in?" the fat man asked hurriedly, his eyes full of hope.

Russell poured cold water on the idea. "There's a sniper outside, but I couldn't find where he was hiding."

The fat man said with a sigh, "That's why I said you shouldn't have come back. We were surrounded. The traps set by the thieves repelled one wave of attacks, but we won't be so lucky next time."

Russell looked the fat man up and down, making him feel uncomfortable, before saying, "They say everyone flees when disaster strikes, but you didn't run away, Fatty. I'm really impressed."

The fat man was very displeased and said indignantly, "Brother, what kind of talk is that? Do Fatty think I'm the kind of person who would abandon my companions to survive?"

Yeah, otherwise why would you practice the Wind God Leg technique?

Russell gave the fat man a knowing look, and the latter gave a dry laugh. It's easy to get in, but hard to get out. If he could escape, he would have done so long ago.

"Russell, Fatty, you two come here, I have something to say." Captain Fan Bo suddenly opened his eyes.

Russell stepped forward and found that his condition was worse than expected, with his breathing fluctuating and silver liquid metal dripping from his body.

After the liquid metal landed, it was automatically drawn towards Fan Bo by some kind of attraction and reintegrated into his body. It seemed impressive, but Russell and Fatty both knew that as a liquid metal robot, his body was on the verge of collapse.

Fan Bo stiffly raised his head, silver liquid sliding down his cheeks. "When the enemy launches an attack, I will do everything in my power to cover your retreat. The level of this Team Battle is too high, and our team has no chance of winning. Find a place to hide and hold out until the Team Battle ends in 7 days."

"Captain, how can this be... Just tell me, I'll run wherever you want."

"Wait, I have one more request..."

"Captain, if you say so, I, Fatty, will do anything you can!"

"No, you must do it." Fan Bo pointed to the Bai Niao on the ground and continued, "Take her out and protect her from Death's seven-day attack."

"Well..."

Fan Bo waved his hand and took out a row of Individual Cluster Bomb from his Space Ring. Upon seeing this, the fat man yelled and hid behind Russell: "Captain, I didn't say it was wrong, do you have to show your weapons!"

Fan Bo ignored the fat man, stood up and integrated the Individual Cluster Bomb into his liquid body, then took off the ring and placed it in Russell's hand. "This is the reward. After returning to the Main God Space, you can find Bai Niao to remove the binding on the ring."

[Bite!]

[Host has touched the Space Ring, triggering Lottery Draw. Would you like to draw now?]

If all goes well, I should get Space Ring. I don't know yet whether the Space Bag can be carried into the mission world, but getting Space Ring from the Item Card is almost guaranteed.

The fat man snatched the ring from Russell's hand, patted his chest, and said, "Captain, don't worry. As long as you stall long enough, I guarantee I'll get Bai Niao out safely."

Russell didn't seem bothered by the ring being taken away, raising an eyebrow. "Captain, you're a liquid metal robot, ordinary attacks shouldn't be effective against you. Can you tell me what kind of enemy it is?"

Fan Bo's expression turned grave, and the liquefaction worsened as he mentioned the matter. "It's the Mangekyo Sharingan. I was caught in the genjutsu 'Tsukuyomi,' and my mind was severely damaged. If it weren't for Bai Niao's desperate rescue, my mind would have collapsed."

Russell nodded inwardly. The Mangekyo was indeed very troublesome. In addition to the most basic perception, illusion, and copying, it also had extremely powerful special moves. The liquid metal robot was no match for those eyes.

Only the Sharingan can fight against the Sharingan, but that's not a problem for Russell. He has a Hatake Kakashi Character Card, so it's time to vindicate the 50/50.

"The enemy is a two-team effort, at least 16 people. I don't know when they will launch a second attack. If it's tonight, I can recover to at least 70% of my peak strength, and your chances of escaping will be much greater then." After Fan Bo finished speaking, he closed his eyes.

"Brother, I'll keep the ring safe. You don't mind, do you?" the fat man asked with a wink. Before Russell could reply, he spoke up first, "If you don't say anything, I'll take that as your agreement. Don't worry, when we get back to the Main God Space, you'll get your share exactly what you're entitled to. I won't take a single penny."

Russell ignored the fat man, sat cross-legged against the wall, closed his eyes, and told Jason to prepare for a killing spree. Team Battle are all about which squad gets the most kills, and he was worried about not being able to out-kill Shen Menghan's squad, but now more than a dozen kills were delivered right to his doorstep.

That night, dark clouds gathered, a wind rose, and the moon was slightly cool.

Russell slowly opened his eyes; the enemy had arrived.

Fan Bo stood up from his seat, still mentally traumatized, but his liquid metal body had stabilized.