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Chapter 66: Chapter 66: Shattered World

The young man with a pale face looked at the arrow nailed to the wall and also took a deep breath.

A shot filled with infinite killing intent, this shot just now had the opportunity to kill him, but unfortunately, he detected it in advance.

The young man with a pale face immediately shouted, ”He’s at the back, kill him.”

Only then did the masked man turn around and see someone standing at the other end of the corridor, drawing a bow and shooting an arrow.

At the moment Su Changxing shot the arrow, he timed it perfectly, lightly snapped his fingers, and his pupils became dark and bright.

Su Changxing acted like a puppet with its string cut, his motion suddenly froze, the action of drawing the bow only halfway completed.

The masked man immediately ran towards him, raising his long knife high, this distance was only three breaths away for him.

But Su Changxing paused for just a moment, and at the instant the masked man entered the corridor, he drew the bow again.

Everything was anticipated, including the masked man’s reaction, feigning a pause as if paralyzed by the spirit was also to lure him into the corridor.

The masked man apparently realized this too, but at this point, he couldn’t retreat and could only grit his teeth and charge forward.

He must lock onto the opponent’s movements and dodge upon judging the trajectory of the arrow at the moment Su Changxing shoots.

But this for him is not considered difficult; the speed of the bow and arrow is not so fast, and he can completely dodge.

Su Changxing stared intently at the running masked man, his mind racing, contemplating every possible move the other might make.

The corridor wasn’t broad, about five body widths wide, with the masked man on the right side, about one body width away from the wall.

If he were to dodge, he should instinctively dodge to the left, about one or two body widths to the side.

Then... this shot is bound to hit its mark.

The bowstring twanged lightly, Su Changxing suddenly opened his eyes wide, and at the moment of shooting, he subtly wobbled to the side, changing the trajectory of the arrow, shooting to one and a half body widths to the left of the masked man.

The masked man’s pupils tightened as he watched Su Changxing’s archery action.

The arrow disappeared.

He felt that Su Changxing was surely shooting at him, reflexively rolling to the left.

Su Changxing, the arrow, the masked man all aligned on the same line at this moment.

The masked man looked dazed, a dark arrow embedded in his abdomen, never expecting to be hit by Su Changxing.

It was as if everything had been pre-designed, like a puppet on strings, playing out the script as intended.

In a flash, coldness and tremors spread throughout the masked man’s heart, feeling terror brought by the person in front of him.

Su Changxing, without stopping, nocked another arrow and drew the bow, looking at the masked man indifferently, like the gaze upon a dead man.

And in fact, in his eyes, this man was indeed already dead.

”This time it’s to the right.”

Su Changxing murmured as he shot this arrow, the slight sound of the wind was the whisper of death.

The masked man’s pupils widened, sidestepping to the right, and at the same time, a cold pain emanated from his chest; he looked down to see an arrow piercing through it.

A voice echoed in his mind, telling him he was no match for this person.

The next arrow would be his end.

The masked man’s pupils became increasingly dark and bright, like brilliant black gemstones, with tiny blood-colored cracks spreading across them.

Su Changxing was about to draw the bow for the third arrow, but then he saw the masked man frozen in place, his left eye’s surface crystal layer shattered like glass, spurting blood.

Su Changxing observed the corridor beginning to distort around the masked man, the whole world spinning, blackening out as he collapsed backward.

The masked man leaned against the wall, gasping heavily, his entire being exhausted, yet a smile was etched on his face, a smile of victory:

”Cough cough, to die under the sacrifice, is your fortune.”

This was his cross-boundary ability, sacrificing a majority of his Extraordinary Power and a portion of Source Material, ignoring Spiritual Power to forcibly put the enemy into deep sleep.

Huang Biao also noticed this scene but didn’t understand what happened. Seeing Su Changxing hit the masked man with two arrows, he thought he could surely take the opponent down, but didn’t expect such an unexpected turn.

He felt heavy and full of despair. If Su Changxing died, they would face only death as well.

The young man with a pale face was extremely strong, stronger than the masked man; even if besieged by seven or eight people, he would still have the upper hand.

In just the first encounter, Huang Biao was slashed in the chest, and they had lost one person.

Without Su Changxing, probably not even needing the masked man, this young man alone could kill them all.

The young man with a pale face was speckled with blood, wearing a wanton smile:

”Seems like you’ll ultimately succumb to being killed by me, sadly even sacrificing a new human, neither of you were worth it, haha.”

Huang Biao was slashed again, blood dripping in large swathes, with a deep wound exposing the bone; his face turned ashen, unable to think of any way to win; the opponent was impossibly strong for a human.

Qin Jue Ming lay on the ground covering his broken arm, shouting, ”If you can run, then run, let one live if possible, Old Huang, run!”

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The masked man staggered toward Su Changxing, dragging his long knife, a cold gleam in his eyes; he had indeed won, but it was a pyrrhic victory or a mutual destruction.

Without Source Material, the result is evident, either foolish or dead, like a person with an incomplete soul.

But as long as he killed this person and absorbed his Source Crystal, a turnaround was entirely possible.

Step by step, as he advanced towards the fallen Su Changxing, he felt bouts of apprehension rising.

Why was that?

This person should be in a sleeping state.

The next moment, Su Changxing stood up gradually before him, holding a cold Steel Saber, eyes tightly shut.

The masked man stopped, a hint of puzzlement: ”Sleepwalking?”

”Hmm, seems like it.”

He calmed his mind, sensing that Su Changxing was indeed in a sleeping state.

Suddenly, Su Changxing moved, charging toward the masked man, Speed breaking through to an extreme, leaving afterimages behind, appearing before the masked man, drawing a slash of icy light.

The masked man, in the aftereffects of the sacrifice left both body and Spirit sluggish, had no reaction as he helplessly watched Su Changxing slashing down.

He still couldn’t fathom why Su Changxing in a sleeping state could move so swiftly and decisively.

A head soared high, disbelief written all over it, with a neat and smooth cut on the neck, blood yet to spurt forth.

The masked man’s body remained upright, slowly collapsing only after a long time.