Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 16, page 016.

The iron chains rattled, and the black meteor hammer, like a ghostly head, lunged forward, enlarging as a stench suddenly descended.

Jin Ziyue tilted his head, the metal spikes brushing past his left ear, the clanking of the chains buzzing in his ear.

With a flick of his wrist, his right hand flashed like a screen, deflecting the flying knife that had been flying in an instant.

At this moment, taking advantage of the moment when his strength was exhausted, the fat man, Otsu Masashige, leaned in close, opened his mouth to reveal his wet teeth, and snapped shut like a human-shaped animal trap.

Without time to draw his sword and exert force, Jin Ziyue retreated half a body length to avoid the attacking right shoulder, and raised his left elbow and punched the fat man's temple.

At the same time, he twisted his waist and turned to the side to dodge the falling iron chain. The chain hung almost against the back of his trench coat, forcibly straightening the fluttering hem.

Then the meteor hammer landed, the ground shook, and the bricks couldn't withstand the force and cracked.

The fierce battle raged for only a few breaths, giving no chance to catch their breath.

The fat man's head was almost deformed by the punch, his neck was pulled by the tremendous force, and his bulky body was sent flying like a fat ball.

The space that was cleared gave the dual-wielders the perfect opportunity to raise their hands and fire quickly.

The bullet left the barrel and hurtled towards the man's heart.

Almost simultaneously, Jin Ziyue suddenly turned around, using the momentum of his punch to spin around once, almost catching the bullet just as it was about to hit him. The meteor hammer that the chain had pulled back, originally aimed at the back of his head, was narrowly missed by this turn.

The bullet that was originally aimed at the heart was lodged in the left shoulder.

As Jin Ziyue turned around to face him, his right hand wielded a long sword that swept out fiercely. Xiao Si was originally half a step slower, but he was so frightened by the long sweep that he lost his soul. He desperately turned to the side and twisted his waist to dodge, leaving a long mark on his waist. He barely managed to protect his vitals and save his life.

At that very moment, an overwhelming pressure came crashing down on them.

Araki swung his right fist, its surface gleaming with a chilling silver light, his momentum like a ferocious tiger descending a mountain, shaking mountains and seas, his immense power extremely fierce.

Jin Ziyue didn't engage in a direct confrontation. Instead, he pushed off the ground and jumped back, quickly retreating several body lengths.

The moment he jumped, the bald man in the distance had already set up a machine gun and was firing wildly at the open space where he landed, a smile of excitement spreading across his face: "Naoki, I've got you!"

Iron Four Fingers slammed into the ground in front of him, shattering tiles and sending sparks and cold air flying everywhere.

Jin Ziyue didn't have time to change direction. He quickly flicked his hand, and a throwing knife flew out from his sleeve. The end of the knife was covered with shimmering silver threads. The knife hooked onto the fire pipe above, and the moment the line was retracted, he forcibly changed direction and took off into the air.

At this moment, in front of Jin Ziyue's swinging trajectory, the meteor hammer came chasing after him, the whooshing sound of it breaking the wind was like a fierce ghost chasing a murderer, and the iron chain was like a life-binding hinge, pressing closer step by step, leaving no room for retreat.

The silver streak of the missile suddenly shot up, the black trench coat rose upwards, and Jin Ziyue's body swayed like a gibbon, raising his leg and knee to dodge the black meteor hammer that was pouncing and biting. Its force was fierce and its momentum did not diminish, and it flew diagonally upwards and away.

Jin Ziyue twisted his elbow and wrist, and the metal tube at the end of the umbrella-shaped knife handle gleamed coldly. It ejected a slender hard plastic tube, shaped like a miniature thermometer, as it crisscrossed.

In an instant, the black weapon struck, the plastic tube shattered, and silver liquid splattered out. The amount of granular liquid droplets was very small, mixed in with the glass, and almost imperceptible.

"Tch, you dodged it again, huh?" Yinmolu spat, pulled on the iron chain, and prepared himself. "I'll see just how good you are at dodging."

"Bang, bang." The double-barreled shotgun fired simultaneously from both sides, hitting Jin Ziyue in the waist, one in front and one behind.

"Watch out, watch out, bullets are coming!" the dual-gunner whistled cheerfully.

The black trench coat withstood two bullets without showing any signs of damage.

"Clang, clang." The spent cartridges fell, the sound echoing on the floor.

At this moment, Jin Ziyue's catapult rope had just reached its end, with insufficient remaining force and no new force generated, adding another twist to the saga of the delayed half-second.

Two matte throwing knives shot out from the corner like bats still in slumber, full of spirit. The blades fluttered and spun in mid-air, aiming for Jin Ziyue's eyes.

Jin Ziyue had just raised his knife to the side to launch a hidden weapon.

Lift and rotate your wrist to unleash a forehand sword flourish, using your thumb and index finger together to rapidly rotate the hilt, pinching it with your index and middle fingers, then swing the sword in a backhand motion, and flick your wrist again for another backhand flourish.

With a flick of the wrist like a paddle, the longsword traced a smooth path like autumn waves skimming the water. Amidst the flashing blades, an infinity symbol was carved out, and the two throwing knives, as if their wings had been severed, bounced down together.

The masked man landed on the iron rack holding the meat products, squatted down to absorb the force, and his boots slammed against the rack with a teeth-grinding creak. Before the swaying rack collapsed, he took a quick step and ran into the depths, following the path of the rack.

Rows of iron frames clanged and clattered, like drunken men losing their balance, throwing out chunks of frozen raw meat.

With his trench coat fluttering, the man swiftly jumped down and disappeared into the deep iron frame, startling the onlookers who screamed and fled for their lives.

Araki gritted his teeth and grinned maliciously: "They're pretty tough. Chase them!"

"At four o'clock, at an extremely high speed," Zuo Qianzi, who had never made a move before, suddenly spoke.

"Keep an eye on each other, this kid's a bit weird." The hyena, with two pointed throwing knives between its fingers, warned the group who rushed out.

Koji, clutching his wound, was about to head over when Araki stopped him, saying, "You stay here."

Having said that, Araki said nothing more, and strode in, holding the two tigers in his hands.

Koji responded, wanting to say something, but could only grit his teeth, cover his bleeding wound, and clench his other fist in silence.

Jin Ziyue encountered a ghost face to face, raised his hand and flicked a throwing knife, piercing the ghost's right eye socket before it could turn around. He then pulled the knife away, ignoring the fact that it had fallen off midway, and subdued the falling creature with a swift movement.

The White Walker howled and ripped the iron frame, causing the entire row of frozen raw meat to tremble and fall, shattering ice and dust with a rustling sound as it crashed down. When the white mist dissipated, only a slightly twitching body remained on the ground.

"Over here! Hmm—"

Someone shouted, the last syllable of which was a choked scream.

After Jin Ziyue knocked down the Otherworldly Ghost, he quickly retreated, dragging his sword as he moved.

He wasn't in a hurry to meet them, pondering the solidified destinies of these White Walkers after their first encounter.

Yinmolu, wielding an iron chain and a meteor hammer, has the following command: [****].

【****】

A life of madness, where anything goes either way—either nothing at all, or it's a whirlwind of frenzied, hysterical actions, a life-or-death mentality, a synonym for ruthlessness and rage. This kind of personality is prone to developing mania, but when it comes to fighting, they are fearless and invaluable warriors.

As he charged forward, a giant meteor hammer suddenly appeared at the junction of the two rows of containers. The iron chain, unable to be used freely in the confined space, was wrapped around the man's right arm like a chainmail.

More than a minute had passed since the hidden weapon struck the meteor hammer.

Thinking of this, Jin Ziyue paused, took a lunge stance, and thrust his sword forward in a downward slash.

Yin Moro revealed a playful expression. This guy's blade was slender and only an inch wide. He dared to directly cleave a solid meteor hammer. He was simply courting death!

The iron chain on his right arm rattled as the meteor hammer spun around and around. This short burst of force restricted his performance in the confined space, and also limited his opponent's movement.

If you crash into a big metal lump, you'll either die or be maimed!

(End of this chapter)