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Chapter 453: Chapter 39: Failure

A number of men armed with guns fell from the upstairs, buried by the rubble, while bullets kept shooting out from the smoke in all directions.

”Boom~”

A loud explosion sounded.

A missile flew out, exploding in the sky above the street.

The scene was extremely chaotic for a time, with thousands of armed forces gathered here battling against the gladiatorial slaves, using the department store as cover.

Another white light expanded and swept across the broken buildings, destroying part of the department store again, causing many people to be burned to death.

An elderly man with a decaying wooden staff stood on the rooftop, his eyes gleaming brightly, alongside a young man in light yellow brocade.

They had only a thin chain around their necks, looking different from other gladiatorial slaves.

”Elder Tian, why not just go up and finish them off? Why make it so complicated?” The young man shrugged, speaking impatiently.

The old man remained expressionless and said, ”Young master, we must not be hasty. Reaching the goal is enough, and there is still time. Although this is a lower-level world, the weaponry is not inferior. If we are surrounded, it can be dangerous.”

Dozens of chained gladiators rushed up to the second floor, unleashing slaughter.

The young man in brocade clothes wielded a black and grey sniper rifle, picking off people in the building with fast and precise shots.

At this moment.

The situation turned one-sided, with only a few dozen gladiators, the armed forces in the building were completely outmatched. In close quarters, their combat levels were nowhere near comparable.

”Tier Seven.”

Su Changxing keenly sensed the old man was a Tier Seven Extraordinary, stronger than the previous two he encountered, and his methods were elusive.

[Light Mage: Tier Seven, Upper Rank, approaching light, seeking light, becoming light, called mage but actually a priest, mastering powerful lethal methods]

”He must be taken down first.”

Su Changxing made up his mind, carrying the sniper rifle as he went around from behind, while the others continued along the main road toward the objective, drawing fire.

For someone with such high perception, a long-range sniper kill is unlikely, so a close-range attack is best.

”Is that?”

The elderly man with the staff quickly noticed the robots rushing toward them, instantly waving his hand to emit a white light, expanding like rippling water.

Seven or eight robots were destroyed in the flames, unable to withstand the rippling white light even with their energy shields raised.

”Is this something brought by the black fog? It seems it changed upon entering this world.”

The old man muttered to himself, showing no regard for the robots.

In his eyes, these mechanical beings were easier to deal with than humans, their weaknesses more obvious, allowing for targeted actions.

The young man curled his lips and said, ”But these things don’t count for points, killing them is useless, leave it to you, Elder Tian.”

Seeing the spectacle, Deng Yiming and others following behind were taken aback, immediately firing in the direction of the white light, only to be hit by another white light that disrupted their formation, killing more than a dozen people.

Many were severely injured, not dead, struggling on the ground.

The old man seemed to control the power of the white light, avoiding direct fatalities, leaving the kills to the young man beside him.

They were farming points.

Su Changxing, cloaked in the Shadow Cloak, moved through the darkness, combining it with the ”ordinary people” ability, he suppressed his presence to the minimum.

In the perception of others, he was merely a rat scuttling through the alley, insignificant and unworthy of notice.

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, he saw from afar the elder garbed in chains, but the distance was far from sufficient, ideally within revolver range, ensuring a nearly perfect shot.

Step by swift step, closing in.

Su Changxing’s left hand gripped his revolver, the opponent seemed still unaware of his presence.

The killing intent was a gradually tightening cord, and when it reached its tightest, it was time to strike.

This required a balance of factors, a subtle affair, akin to racing across a tightrope with a heavy load.

Suddenly, drawing the revolver.

”Boom~”

The roar echoed beside the ear.

A silver bullet burst forth from the muzzle amid flames, shooting at the elder’s back.

The entire process transpired in an instant, approximately the time a splinter of wood spins around once in mid-air.

A dim white glow radiated suddenly from the elder’s body, forming waves, seemingly slow.

The bullet’s speed was greatly reduced in this process, passing through the elder’s body bathed in white light, leaving no injuries.

Faced with this, Su Changxing remained unshaken, promptly firing the remaining three rounds in the clip.

He struck first, leaving the opponent to defend, uncertain of their ability to repel, even if they could, not necessarily a disadvantageous position.

Every bullet unleashed carried tremendous destructive power, capable of demolishing a building with ease.

”How bold!”

The elder’s eyes flared with anger, a large stream of light gathered between his hands, striking the second bullet, his figure scattered into a shower of white feathers, evading the following two bullets, vanishing on the spot.

Su Changxing immediately felt light behind him, and the next moment, a forceful blow to the back propelled him forward, with no chance of reacting.

The old man’s prowess was beyond imagination.

Su Changxing coughed up blood, collapsing to the ground, feeling an overwhelming weakness, dizziness surged, with overlapping visions forming.

He never imagined that a flawlessly calculated, seamless attack would fail.

”This person is very strong, I almost couldn’t handle it, yet he seems to be just a Tier Eight, curious, he should be that native.”

The elder approached, lifted Su Changxing with one hand, his eyes all aglow with white light, softly stating.

Blood dripped from his fingers, Su Changxing weakly raised his head, looking at them, his body trembling constantly in pain.

The young man’s bright red lips curled into a smirk, his eyes cold, said:

”Oh, so it’s the native, quite an extraordinary talent, and so young... killing him should net quite a bit of points.”

Su Changxing galled him, a native of a low-level world surpassing him, an immense insult indeed.

More importantly, he heard this native caught the Sun Lord’s attention.

The elder frowned slightly upon hearing this, saying solemnly: ”Young master, this isn’t good, we mind our own business, no need for complications.”

This person others might kill, but for them, they could not, as they exist outside the rules, naturally unable to touch matters bound by certain rules.