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Chapter 164: Chapter 164: Extreme Escape

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The surrounding environment presents a frozen scene, various expressions frozen on the faces of the Hunters, illuminated by the orange firelight, full of viciousness.

Several drops of blood are flung off the blade, frozen, paused in mid-air.

Thoughts accelerated, Su Changxing’s vision presents this static picture, seemingly an ability brought by high Spiritual Power, akin to bullet time, the speed of thought surpassing reality by a dimension.

”These Hunters are very unusual.”

Su Changxing observes these fearless, jackal-like Hunters and makes a judgment. He has already killed over twenty Hunters, rationally speaking, even if they were real jackals, they should be afraid.

Like an army, usually, after suffering casualties over thirty percent, they will collapse, sometimes even before reaching thirty percent, at twenty, or ten percent they will collapse.

Of course, this value tends to increase in small-scale battles.

However, the current situation is absolutely abnormal, at least unreasonable, and the main issue is that there are no zombies rushing in from the surroundings.

It seemed as if an invisible hand was controlling everything around.

The second magazine is also emptied, Su Changxing puts his handgun back in his pocket, grips the knife with both hands, charges towards the area with relatively fewer people, swinging the knife in a wide and sweeping motion, trying to attack multiple enemies at once.

Fighting Specialization indeed improved him quite a lot, even changing his body’s combat style, making it more structured instead of solely relying on instinct like before.

Especially important in such battles where one is against many.

Su Changxing plunged into the crowd, continually pondering how to break through, but the sheer number of Hunters did not give him any chance to break free.

”Rip~”

A long Black Sword pierced through Su Changxing’s abdomen from behind.

The next instant, Su Changxing turned around, swiftly beheaded the attacker, and with his other hand pulled out the Black Sword from his abdomen and threw it towards another Hunter to the side.

He saw this attack but had no way to dodge it, attempting to dodge would lead to heavier injuries, possibly getting his head cut by the bearded, muscular-armed Hunter in front.

The penetrating wound to the abdomen is deadly for Su Changxing; his body already has over ten serious injuries, and this is the final straw that breaks the camel’s back, even his powerful Self-Healing Ability could not cope.

From afar, he is seen drenched in blood, sticky, a ”blood man,” most of his clothing has been burned away.

Su Changxing doesn’t know where his limit lies, maybe he could fall in the next second, and once fallen, never rise again, devoured by these jackals, drifting away in sleep.

To drift away in sleep might be the best death for a Dreamer, like swans dream of dying in the sky, just as true Warriors aim to die on the path of charge.

The massacre continues, gradually, the expressions on the Hunters’ faces change, becoming puzzled, confused, even terrified, no longer recklessly charging ahead but cautiously probing around Su Changxing.

Every time they expect Su Changxing to fall, he proves through his actions that he can still fight, his fighting strength not much weaker than before.

Su Changxing counts the number of Hunters killed, estimating that by killing one or two more, his Mysteriousness should reach over eight hundred, granting more enhancements to his position.

Killing while in a sleeping state grants him Mysteriousness, a conclusion he reached initially, but Mysteriousness gained in the same way constantly decreases.

Despite having killed nearly thirty people, the gained Mysteriousness still hasn’t surpassed two hundred.

”Rip~”

Stabbed from the back, Su Changxing shows a reckless abandon, sprinting to push someone to the ground, smashing the opponent’s chest in a fierce blow with a left-handed punch, instantly wrecking the heart.

[You completed a kill in a sleeping state, +8 Mysteriousness]

[Sober Dreamer: 802/1000]

He feels a surge of Power again in his body, picks up a fallen Hunter’s Longsword, rises to slay backwards, abruptly the sword’s speed increases again.

Every hundred points of Mysteriousness grants a fixed increment from the position, but for the body, as the numbers grow larger, improvement becomes harder.

Thus, towards the end, each increment of 0.2 differs in value, more golden, one such increment might equal the improvements of several previous ones.

This is the advantage of the Extreme Rank position, offering twice the enhancement of ordinary ranks, a major disparity when both reach their limits.

”Ah!”

Sudden acceleration in blade speed catches the Hunter off guard, and Su Changxing cuts off one of his arms as he lets out a scream.

Utilizing this sudden change, Su Changxing breaks through a Hunter, slipping through the crowd, understanding that failing to break through means certain death, though appearing brave, he is indeed at his wit’s end.

High-intensity combat severely shortens the sleeping time, now able to voluntarily exit this state, meaning at any moment he could be forcefully exited from the sleeping state.

Exiting the sleeping state spells his demise; his severe injuries would render him stiff from physiological pain immediately.

Weakening body strength, he might die directly.

Taking a blow head-on, Su Changxing makes three big strides, forcefully rushing out of the siege, spots an old bus ahead, flips onto the roof, leaving bloody handprints on the bus.

”Whoosh whoosh whoosh~”

Simultaneously, several arrows are shot from behind.

Su Changxing doesn’t stop, runs straight ahead, his body slightly twists, an arrow pierces his left arm as he leaps forward.

In a few breaths, he has left the Hunters far behind.

The dense red fog connects earth and heaven, there are no Hunters on the street ahead, only lingering zombies in countable numbers.

It should succeed.

Su Changxing thinks this way, none of these Hunters can match his Speed, even for the swift one, in seven to eight minutes he can completely lose these Hunters.

Half a minute later, Su Changxing reaches the street’s end, his injuries somewhat recovered, then turns to another street to run.

”You can’t escape.”

The white-haired, slightly aged Hunter coldly watches Su Changxing’s retreating silhouette, the ball in his hand spinning faster and faster, calmly speaking.

”Snap~”

The balls collide, making a crisp sound.

Just as Su Changxing is about to leave his sight, his body suddenly tilts forward, falling heavily to the ground, so abruptly, like a taut thread snapping suddenly at its limit.