Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 847 Respect for Life
Ralph Gabriel is a master of venture capital.

Even though he has long been the owner of a giant enterprise and has been on the list of richest people in the business alliance for many years, the excellent sense of smell and judgment that helped him stand out and rise all the way has not faded.

Almost every year, he would create a new game, change his identity, and live in anonymity, transforming himself from zero to a multi-millionaire within a month without relying on psychic powers or the resources of a giant corporation. In fact, except for one instance where a sudden corporate war forced him to return to [Dark Crystal Credits] and interrupt his challenge, he succeeded every time.

How magnificent is the Corporate Alliance! It allows a penniless person to become a multi-millionaire in just thirty days. Look, the same thing can't be done in the Eastern Continent Republic. Of course, marriage into another family is an exception.

At that moment, the risk radar in Ralph Gabriel's mind went off sharply! It kept pounding away!

Bapse. This is tantamount to simply giving up!
The greater the gap in hard power, the more we need to plan for other areas to strengthen and bridge the gap, until we finally achieve the result of "the weak defeating the strong".

However, the other side ignored everything else, focusing solely on fighting to the death! They were determined to engage in a fierce battle with Chakro!

Ralph Gabriel has seen countless gamblers, all sorts of people, and he is one of the top players among them. He is very familiar with the scene of both sides betting everything in one go.

In fact, the second stage of his true spirit is called "all or nothing," where, after abandoning all burdens, he makes a resolute and unwavering decision to move forward without any burdens, and thus unleashes unparalleled brilliance.

But a true "all-or-nothing" gamble is always for the sake of success!

Those who act recklessly, flushed and confused, going all in without considering anything else, choosing to leave everything to luck—Ralph Gabriel has always scorned this kind of "all-or-nothing" approach!
Is this what you call a great decision? Absolutely wrong! This is simply fear, cowardice, and a person who is all bark and no bite. They have already foreseen their failure but dare not face or accept it, so they put on an all-in attitude, hoping for some vague luck to save themselves!

Bapus, Bapus! You look intimidating! I never imagined you were this kind of person in secret!
But the "colossus" didn't care at all.

It simply charged forward! Its terrifying mass, propelled by the Radiant Wings, shattered deep space! A massive hand clenched, solidifying into an unstoppable, steel-like fist, determined to shatter into pieces!

The power contained in that punch was so intense, so surging.

Baptism seemed to transform into a meteorite falling into the atmosphere, igniting ever brighter and more intensely. The metallic scars clinging to and solidifying on his body cracked inch by inch, revealing the original texture beneath.

The flames erupted wildly, and due to the intense fluctuations, the outline of the Skywing was visibly deformed, merging with the cracks ignited on Bapus's body to create an extremely violent impact.

Despite appearing shaky and having undergone such extreme manipulation, slowly plunging into the abyss of disintegration, Pavlo's aura, though out of control and chaotic, was actually rising steadily! Increasing stronger with each step! Charging towards the shackles that had stood still for years!
The impact spread out with a roar, and Song Shi narrowed his eyes, as if watching a hydraulic press slowly descend—

Logically speaking, the only thing he should do at this moment is to unleash the Flaming Sea and slash back with his sword.

At this moment, however, Song Shi and everyone else remained remarkably consistent.

Xu Yudu, transformed into a majestic coiled dragon, slowly circled, observing coldly. Yvette Gregory, supported by the "Cycle" field, fumbled for her cane, her face expressionless as she watched the battlefield.
Song Shi held the knife, but did not strike.

Only one person was moving.

Before the violent impact, Chakro stretched out his hand, his five fingers spread wide with distinct knuckles, but he did not press down on the fluttering coat.

Time stretched out for an eternity in that instant.

Let everyone see the whole process.

"if."

The man's lips did not move, but his clear thoughts spread in all directions, like the rising tide, rumbling in from the horizon.

"It is only by risking one's life that one can achieve results."

He clenched his fist, his five fingers together, still in a fist-like position. Staring at the violently approaching meteor directly in front of him, Chakro once again raised his fist.

Impartial and straight punch.

"—Pavs."

He spoke the other person's name slowly and deliberately.

“Then…” Paddy Morse’s pupils suddenly contracted. The [Consensus] path already possessed outstanding perception, and he also specialized in reality distortion, making him extremely sensitive in this area. He could sense that when Chakro spoke those words, the reality around him suddenly went out of control, without any trickery involved. It was simply that the overwhelming psionic energy was oppressing reality.

"If we had come this far, so many Enlightened Ones wouldn't have died."

Chakro disappeared from the spot.

Hmm—?!

Is this... Chakro's most powerful strike yet?!

A sudden, dull thud at the back of their head, followed by dizziness, struck them unexpectedly. They couldn't see the details clearly; by the time they regained their senses, all they saw was the belated result.

Deep space.

Baptism. This meteorite of brilliance.
The terrifying aura that threatened to kill, and the ever-increasing intensity, all came to an abrupt halt.

The meteorite, radiant with light, collided with unprecedented violence and was immediately pierced through.

The flames dimmed, like a rocket firework that had reached its maximum altitude and lost power, leaving only embers that crackled and scattered.

Then came the collapse.

The Titan-like mechanical structure lost its will to unify all its components and gradually disintegrated. The meteorite shattered and collapsed, turning into countless fragments of all sizes, which, due to inertia, slowly spread out in the weightless deep space.

Baps, the "colossus" who controls the giant corporation, Nanyu Heavy Industry.

This fifth-ring "Beyond" became the first casualty in this "battle on the moon".

".ha."

It was Ralph Gabriel who broke the silence.

He covered his forehead, his shoulders shaking, and let out a series of laughs that sounded devoid of joy: "Hehehehe. Hahahaha."

At one point, the laughter stopped abruptly; he suddenly stopped laughing.

"Ying Bancheng." He let go of her hand: "Aren't you good at calculations? Calculate it, calculate it, what are our chances of winning?"

"Well, I must emphasize first that the following results are for reference only. Please refer to the actual results." Ying Bancheng, who was not far away, sighed: "17%, which can fluctuate by 0.694%."

"Less than 20%? That's really low."

Ralph pressed his hand on his neck and squeezed hard, causing the bones to crack.

What about my win rate?

Ying Bancheng shrugged and said, "I can't say."

"Well, then there's no problem." He rolled up his sleeves. "I really made a stupid mistake. It was an unforgivable mistake. I actually chose to rely on other people's initiative, which is a major taboo in this industry."

"Chakro".

He said.

"Come and fight."

(End of this chapter)