Life Dungeon Game

"You won't listen to sweet talk, you'll get a beating, you bitch."

The young man placed his hand on the stall, intending to flip it over and hit the girl.

The girl glanced at him, put down the fried noodles in her hand, turned around, grabbed his right hand with her right hand, turned her back to the young man, and delivered a sudden elbow strike to the young man's abdomen with her left hand.

The young man, who had been shouting loudly, suddenly lost his voice, his expression contorted with pain.

Then the girl used her right hand to pull forward forcefully, squatted down, and threw the young man over her shoulder, sending him rolling into a stinking ditch.

Then she raised her hand and put the bowl of fried noodles into the cabinet of the stall cart.

The entire movement was fluid and seamless, without the slightest hesitation.

The young man, who had been thrown into the stinking ditch, shakily got up. He wanted to say something, but the pain rendered him speechless. He could only utter a few "ah ah ah" sounds before running away angrily.

"it is good!"

A round of applause suddenly erupted from the crowd.

The girl who was packing up the fried noodles looked at the customers gathered in front of the stall with a somewhat blank expression.

"Good job, girl. I've wanted to beat that bastard up for a long time."

An older man pulled out a hundred-yuan bill and slammed it on the table. "Give me a large portion of your fried noodles."

"okay."

The girl quickly heated the oil in the wok.

"Give me a large bowl too, I'll take it home."

The old man who had asked the question first took out a wad of cash from his pocket, counted out twenty yuan, and placed it on the girl's stall.

“Okay,” the girl said, her hands still moving. “I’ll cook this one for you as soon as I finish this one.”

Flames rose, carrying a wisp of smoke.

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The girl worked until nightfall before packing up her stall cart and pushing it towards the guesthouse where she was temporarily staying.

There were very few people on the street. Turning into the alley ahead, you would find the courtyard of the guesthouse.

Just then, several dark figures emerged from the alleyway.

"Boss, it's that woman."

One of them clutched his stomach, pointed at the girl, and shouted.

"Damn, little girl, you're pretty good."

The leader was a middle-aged man with a scar on his face. He pulled a pistol from his pocket and pointed it at the girl.

"You think you're so tough? Let's see if your hands are faster or my gun is faster. There are so many out-of-towners like you who die in alleys like this every day."

The girl stared at the pistol, her hand pushing the stall clenching slightly.

She had never dodged a bullet before, and she knew very well that ancient martial arts techniques were no longer effective against modern weapons.

The scarred man pulled the trigger. "Go!"

"Be careful in Heaven."

Just then, a dark figure, half-floating in the air, darted out from the alley.

The dark figure glanced at the people blocking its path, then, like a phantom, reached out and grabbed their necks.

click -

With a series of crisp sounds, these people's heads were snapped to the side and they fell to the ground.

The scarred man standing at the front heard the voice behind him and turned around in confusion.

But before he could finish his movement, the shadowy figure behind him grabbed his neck and threw him to the side.

Just as he was thrown out, the shadowy figure saw the pistol in his hand.

The shadowy figure reached out and snatched the pistols, then turned and pointed them at his back.

Only then did the girl realize that behind the dark figure, there was a young man who looked like he came from the Middle Kingdom chasing after him.

What's so special about it?

The girl recognized the young man she had met briefly that morning.

He Ao was so fast that she could barely catch him.

At that moment, the shadowy figure had already pointed his gun at He Ao behind him, and pulled the trigger while retreating.

boom--

The gunshot and the sound of the scarred man hitting the wall rang out almost simultaneously.

The sharp bullet sliced ​​through the air, hurtling towards He Ao's face.

The girl tried to warn He Ao, but it was too late.

He glanced at the incoming bullet and reached out his hand.

boom--

With a muffled thud, the bullet landed precisely on his fingertips, caught between his index and middle fingers, and then he flicked his fingers, throwing the incoming bullet back at the shadowy figure.

The speed felt even faster than the speed at which a bullet flew.

Aliphia: ?

Is this reasonable?

I've written too much, it'll be a little late.

Chapter 502 This is the extraordinary you've been pursuing (Long chapter, please vote!)

The bullet whizzed through the air and struck the shadowy figure's left shoulder instantly.

With a muffled thud, the bullet pierced the shadowy figure's coat and entered his body.

Then, with a slight sound, the bullet, which had been flattened by He Ao, was squeezed out by the writhing, dark flesh and fell out.

He Ao glanced at the dark figure again with his divine sense.

The shadowy figure was in a strange state. His physical energy intensity was not strong, roughly equivalent to a D-level superhuman, but his physical attributes, such as agility and defense, were more like those of a C-level superhuman.

It feels like a pseudo-C-class being created after a D-class undergoes some kind of special enhancement.

This is different from the enhancement potions developed by Starcraft Pharmaceuticals in the dungeon world.

The enhancement potion directly raises a person's energy level to C-grade, thereby forcibly improving physical fitness from the inside out, while the shadowy figure's behavior is more like that of the outside in.

In terms of stability, the Shadow's enhancement is significantly more stable; those who take enhancement drugs don't live that long.

However, both of these are clearly external boosts, not the natural advancement of the individual.

He placed his hand on the pirate treasure chest clipped to his waist behind him.

Every external boost must have a source, and the main world doesn't have a powerful technological conglomerate like StarCraft Pharmaceuticals.

At the same time, he prepared to activate his hypermemory.

At this moment, the shadowy figure, whose attack had failed and whose progress had been blocked by the gang members, turned around again and fled forward.

He didn't actually know why he was running away, but he sensed an extremely terrifying danger from the young man behind him, and instinct drove him to keep fleeing.

And in front of him was Alifia, pushing her street vendor cart.

The alley wasn't very big, and Alifia's stall cart blocked most of the road at the intersection.

At this moment, whatever we do will definitely slow down our escape.

The shadowy figure glanced at Alifia, then leaped up, lifting its feet and 'flying' over the street vendor's cart.

His body was extremely light, like a bird 'floating' in the air.

He quickly reached the top of Alicia's head.

At that moment, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Alifia's head.

At the same time, Alifia felt her body suddenly 'boil', as if all the blood in her body was about to burst through the barrier of her skin and spray out.

In that instant, a flash of white light passed before his eyes, abruptly severing the hand reaching for her at the wrist.

Blood, glowing with a green light, splattered out and landed on her somewhat dazed cheeks.

At the same time, she felt a tremendous force grab her shoulder and throw her away.

Through the dim, dark moonlight, she saw a young man, about the same age as her, standing in front of her, carrying a white bone sword.

After leaving the shadowy figure, her boiling blood gradually calmed down. She adjusted her posture in mid-air and landed steadily on the ground not far away in a rather strange pose.

"what······"

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but just then, the dark figure with the severed wrist roared, interrupting her.

The dark figure pounced like a hyena, grabbed the hand that was still flying in the air, pinned it back to its own wrist, and turned to look at He Ao.

With a writhing motion in complete darkness, his palm and wrist rejoined.

Only then did He Ao get a clear look at the complete appearance of the dark figure.

The shadowy figure appeared to be a square-faced middle-aged man whose face was divided in two, one side still maintaining a human shape, while the other side had become a writhing shadow that barely resembled a human face.

He had brown eyes, but the depths of his pupils were shrouded in dark shadows.

He stood in front of Alifia's stall cart, holding the bone sword, the tip of the sword pointing to the ground.

At this point, he was close enough to the shadowy figure that there was no point in the shadowy figure escaping. Instead, he turned his back to He Ao, allowing He Ao to attack more effectively.

The shadowy figure seemed to understand this as well.

He opened his mouth and roared, the shadows on his face trembling like ripples on water.

His roar sounded somewhat like a hyena's whimper, but it was much deeper.

Just hearing that voice made Alifia, who was standing behind Heo, feel a throbbing pain in her head.

The shadowy figure glanced at Alifia, then leaped into the air, raising both hands to grab at Heo.