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Chapter 138 You Annoying Scoundrel

'Not dead?'

Wang Xi was slightly surprised after firing the shot.

He had just used "Chekhov's Spear" to deliver a fatal blow, pouring about 30% of his magical power into the revolver.

Even though he saw the man get shot and fall from mid-air, he didn't receive a kill notification from Caius.

Wang Xi tilted his head back, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Ghost Grid Leader - Ding Wancheng (Nemesis/5-Star/Elite)"

Bronze frame, scarlet entry.

After being shot by Wang Xi, the man fell straight down like a bird with broken wings, leaving a black trail, and crashed to the ground in front of the building.

Bang! !

There was a muffled sound.

Dust rose and gravel flew.

The kill notification still didn't sound.

He fell from the 30th floor and survived!

Wang Xi saw it clearly.

As the man fell to the ground, it was as if an invisible current of air lifted him up from beneath him, weakening most of the impact, but at the same time shattering the concrete ground.

'You've got some skills.'

Wang Xi said secretly.

More and more onlookers gathered in the distance, and through the blue, semi-transparent barrier, exclamations and discussions could be heard.

Wow.

Several pieces of broken cement were lifted up.

Then a figure stood up from the crater, sand and gravel swishing off his body.

It was Ding Wancheng.

His coat had fallen into the ditch, and now he was only wearing a white shirt and wrinkled, dust-covered suit trousers. His hair was disheveled, and he looked quite disheveled and dirty.

Seeing that Ding Wancheng was still alive, Yu Zizi, Xiao Yuzhe, and a group of police officers not far away all had solemn expressions.

Even if this person were made of iron, falling from a height of nearly 100 meters onto a concrete surface would flatten and deform him... But he climbed out of the pit as if nothing had happened and even dusted himself off.

"..."

In the quiet and eerie atmosphere, Wang Xi noticed that the man had a bloody hole in his left chest, staining a large area of ​​his white shirt red.

The blood was dark black, like old bloodstains.

Wang Xi was certain that the opponent had been hit by the "Chekhov's Spear" and his heart was definitely shattered, yet he could still move freely, which meant that it was not Ding Wancheng's fatal weakness.

Gaba!

Crackling!

At this moment, Ding Wancheng twisted his neck, then forcefully straightened his arm that had been broken in the opposite direction, and moved his hands and feet, his bones and joints making cracking sounds.

"I recognize you."

His cold gaze fell on Wang Xi, then he stared at the black revolver.

"Park Hong was brought down by you."

"So you, as the boss, must know about his mission to ambush me back then."

Wang Xi put away his revolver and said calmly while holding an umbrella.

Ding Wancheng did not answer.

He glanced around, his gaze lingering on Zi Zi for a couple of seconds before finally looking back at Wang Xi.

"Heh, quite a big show."

Ding Wancheng laughed, but the smile on his face became increasingly sinister.

"die!!"

With a fierce shout, he suddenly sprang up.

Knowing he was doomed, Ding Wancheng decided to take someone down with him and lunged at the nearest young man with the umbrella. This was likely because the young man's earlier shot through the heart had thoroughly enraged him.

"shot!"

Yu Zizi immediately gave the order.

The officers had already taken aim and pulled the trigger upon hearing the sound.

Beep beep beep! !
A burst of red laser light shot towards Ding Wancheng, who was running wildly, but he seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Without looking back, he dodged left and right, drawing several zigzag trajectories, and rushed to Wang Xi's side.

Yu Zizi quickly raised her hand, and the police officers immediately stopped firing to avoid accidentally injuring Wang Xi.

Clang! !

Ding Wancheng's fist clashed with the silver broadsword, producing a metallic clang and sparks flying.

The black umbrella fluttered to the side.

Neither of them retreated an inch, and they unleashed several more swift attacks.

when!when!when!
Ding Wancheng possessed exceptional physical abilities, exhibiting not only immense strength and speed but also a body as hard as steel. Furthermore, his martial arts skills were highly disciplined, with each move revealing remarkable proficiency.

In a flash.

Ding Wancheng dodged the slash by sidestepping and struck the spine of the broadsword with his palm.

Boom!
Taking advantage of the sword's deflection, he spun around and delivered a kick like a battle axe, the black shadow slicing across the fan-shaped surface and hurtling towards Wang Xi's head—

Bang! !

The kick struck the ice crystal arm armor, causing powder and ice mist to explode.

Wang Xi used one hand to protect his head, and with the other hand, he drew his sword back and swung it horizontally with the "Strangulation Sword Style," striking Ding Wancheng's neck directly with a clang.

As he withstood the sword's slash with his bare body, a term inexplicably surfaced in Wang Xi's mind:
Zombies?

In a flash, Wang Xi caught a glimpse of the other person's skin at close range, revealing a metallic luster of reddish-copper color, which confirmed his guess.

A mysterious system!

Invulnerable!
Wang Xi's sword strike was powerful and heavy. Even though Ding Wancheng was quite tough, he felt an intense stinging pain on one side of his neck.

He tilted his head slightly, then pulled his leg back and kicked.

This kick was faster than a cannonball, shattering the air with a loud bang.

Boom! !

Wang Xi sheathed his sword to parry, and the jellyfish-shaped airflow dispersed, pushing both of them away at the same time.

However, Wang Xi only took one step back, while Ding Wancheng took three or four steps back in quick succession, each step cracking the cement ground.

A shadow of gloom flashed across Ding Wancheng's eyes.

This young man was clearly using a fairy tale-themed magic card deck, yet his physique was in no way inferior to his… in fact, slightly stronger. It was too abnormal.

Ding Wancheng had a broad perspective and had naturally met many formidable figures, but most of those strong individuals specialized in one area, each with their own strengths and weaknesses.

It's unheard of for a young man to be proficient in both magic and martial arts without any weaknesses.

When Ding Wancheng straightened up and looked at the other person again, his eyes narrowed involuntarily.

The young man seemed to have become a different person—his skin was red all over, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and a fierce smile appeared on his face.

—"The Bloodthirsty Maniac"!
After activating Blood Rage, wisps of steaming heat rose from Wang Xi's body, his aura fierce and his killing intent surging.

Bang! !

In Ding Wancheng's perception, there was a loud bang, and the concrete ground in front of him suddenly cracked like a spider web. The young man's figure blurred, leaving a red afterimage, and he was already in front of him!
—"Crimson Might"!
"?!"

A sharp whistling sound reached Ding Wancheng's ears, making his scalp tingle. He instinctively reacted and raised his hand to block.

But the silver broadsword was faster.

He felt a flash of cold light, followed by a clang, and then Ding Wancheng felt a sharp pain in his neck.

Dark red blood splattered onto his face.

The sword struck his side of the neck, forcefully breaking through his "copper skin and iron bones".

Ding Wancheng was startled and hurriedly raised his hand to deflect the broadsword, then threw a punch straight at Huanglong, aiming for his opponent's chest.

Bang! !

The punch landed on the ice crystal armor, but the opponent didn't budge. Ding Wancheng glanced up and saw the young man's savage, toothy grin.

not good!

Ding Wancheng immediately withdrew and retreated, trying to create distance between himself and his opponent, but pain returned to the side of his neck.

Clang! !

The same wound was struck again by a heavy sword!
And this sword actually cut in more than three inches!
"Ho-ha!"

In shock and anger, Ding Wancheng raised his arm and slammed the broadsword aside, clutching his severed neck and staggering backward.

puff-

He felt a gaping hole in his neck that couldn't be plugged, from which a jet of blood gushed out, dripping in large drops.

"How can this be……"

Ding Wancheng's pupils contracted sharply.

His core card is "Black Zombie," whose blood is as coagulated as mercury, making such massive bleeding impossible. So what's going on?!
Blood kept gushing from the neck where the youth had repeatedly slashed him!

— "Cunning villain"

Only Wang Xi knew that his series of slashes after activating Blood Rage not only broke through the opponent's defense, but also triggered the massive bleeding effect of "Wound Strike".

If Ding Wancheng doesn't find a way to stop the bleeding in time, he will lose his fighting ability in a short period of time and be at the mercy of others... If it were someone else, they would probably bleed to death.

Upon seeing blood, Wang Xi's aura surged even higher.

The billowing steam began to turn reddish.

For a moment, Ding Wancheng was filled with shock and anger. He didn't even realize that his fighting spirit was beginning to fade.

As the saying goes, one should strike while the iron is hot, but the momentum will wane after a second attempt, and eventually be exhausted. Once that momentum is completely depleted, there is no chance of victory left.

Just then, the young man suddenly did something that Ding Wancheng didn't expect—he pulled out a gun.

A pink plastic toy gun that seems out of place in the somber atmosphere, with childish cartoon heart patterns printed on its body.

Recalling the fleeting blue light, Ding Wancheng's hair stood on end.

This is a blue card!
Its power must be enormous!

— "Everyone has a girlish heart."

As if he had smelled the scent of death, Ding Wancheng's expression changed drastically, and he roared as he prepared to fight to the death.

But Wang Xi had already pulled the trigger.

Phew.

A faint sound, characteristic of children's toy guns, rang out.

The pink projectile pierced Ding Wancheng's chest in the blink of an eye.

Within seven steps, every shot hits its mark.

Wang Xi wasn't lying.

He had no reason to miss at such close range.

"Oh!"

Ding Wancheng's terrifying roar suddenly turned shrill halfway through, as if he was deliberately lowering his voice and imitating a woman's scream.

The leader of the underground force seemed completely unaware of his own transformation, clutching the spot where he had been shot, and staggering backward in a panic.

"You, you disgusting scoundrel!"

Ding Wancheng pointed at the young man and began to curse.

"I hate you!"

His voice was incredibly shrill, and upon closer listening, it even carried a hint of anger and embarrassment, sending chills down one's spine.

"..."

The entire venue fell into dead silence.

Yu Zizi, Xiao Yuzhe, and a group of police officers were stunned at first, then looked at each other in bewilderment.

What's going on?

That guy's like he's possessed!
Wang Xi picked up the sword, put away the pink toy gun, and showed a look of pity on his face.

Ding Wancheng is dead.

He fired two shots, signaling the opponent's defeat.

The idea that "everyone has a girlish heart" is quite bizarre. Ding Wancheng, a ruthless underground leader, acted like a girl in public after being shot.

Their words and actions are completely out of their control.

This will expose a huge, potentially fatal, vulnerability.

Wang Xi raised his hand towards Ding Wancheng, his five fingers loosely clenched. The latter covered his bleeding neck with one hand and his chest with the other, utterly terrified.

"No, no, please don't!"

next second.

Bear!
Ding Wancheng's entire body was engulfed in eerie blue flames!

Invulnerable?
Then let's taste the flavor of fire.

— "Frostfire Curse"!
(End of this chapter)