Life Dungeon Game

The gaunt man gripped the alloy dagger and turned to watch He Ao roll to the side.

That move was no accident; He Ao found the perfect angle and used his attack to kill the third mercenary.

He had guessed that too.

"You can understand it as calculation, or you can understand it as intuition."

He Ao threw away the hilt of the dagger in his hand.

The metal hilt of the dagger fell into the water, splashing up a slight spray.

Hypermemory hasn't yet created a combat model for a skinny man, but it's still possible to quickly create a splash model of a dagger.

However, due to the uncertainty of the data, Hypermemory only provided He Ao with a rough angle and position of impact that might hit, and He Ao chose the one that was most likely to hit based on his combat intuition.

At the same time, He Ao's gaze passed over the head of the thin man in front of him and looked at the tall building not far away directly opposite.

He is now very close to the sniper.

After Chaoyi was promoted to C-level, his eyesight also improved significantly. At this moment, at the limit of his vision, on a distant high-rise building, there was a blurry shadow. That was the sniper and the sniper's soul.

And wherever the line of sight can reach is where the power of extrasensory perception can go.

"Very good combat instincts."

The gaunt man tilted his head and laughed like a wild beast howling, then walked step by step toward He Ao.

"Your dagger is quite good too."

He picked up the two Gauss rifles hanging around his neck.

The dagger in the thin man's hand was not an extraordinary object.

It's not a high-end product, but a weapon similar to the Vian Adam Type 2 alloy sword, a high-tech alloy weapon capable of damaging C-class enemies.

However, it is clear that the person who forged this dagger was not as wealthy as Vian, so he could only forge a single-edged short dagger like Vian, instead of having a room full of alloy swords and materials.

"Thank you for the compliment."

The gaunt man let out a hoarse laugh, his figure vanished abruptly, and the cold light pierced He Ao's neck.

He Ao also raised his Gauss rifle and fired a shot at the man's right shoulder.

At the same time, he dodged to the side.

He had been standing there for far too long.

Sure enough, as he moved away, a bullet landed where he had just stood, shattering the concrete.

The sniper had been watching him the whole time.

The shot He Ao had just fired also hit the man's right shoulder, and this time, the enormous impact slammed into the man's body again.

Previously, when Gauss bullets came at him, the lean man would mobilize his muscles and adjust his posture to deflect the impact of the bullets. But this time, he made no defensive movements, and his speed did not decrease in the slightest.

His thin body collided with the high-speed bullet, the sharp bullet piercing his flesh and penetrating his body.

But that was all; the bullet did little damage to him, and his speed was not affected much.

He Ao, who was dodging the sniper's attack, seemed to have not anticipated this situation. It was too late for him to retreat. The thin man's figure had already passed through the flying stones and reached He Ao. The gleam of the dagger was aimed at He Ao's neck.

In a flash, He Ao put down the Gauss gun in his hand, suddenly reached out, wrapped a bit of his divine sense in his hand, and directly grabbed the blade of the dagger that was thrust at him.

The gaunt man suddenly changed his move, his other hand forming a claw as he grabbed at He Ao's neck, but He Ao managed to grab his wrist with his other hand.

Then He Ao took a step back, pressed himself against the wall, his veins bulging, and used all his strength to resist the man's attack.

Everything happened extremely fast. To the mercenaries outside, it all happened in the blink of an eye. Before they could even react, Heo and the skinny man were locked in combat.

He Aoxuan's angle was perfect; his diagonal backward steps shifted the thin man's body slightly, blocking him and the mercenary.

Now, when these mercenaries open fire, most of their bullets will land on the skinny man.

The remaining mercenaries seemed to realize this, and the commander who appeared to be the leader turned on the walkie-talkie on his chest.

Before he could speak, a calm male voice came from the walkie-talkie, "Don't rush, I'm finding the angle. Don't worry, it'll be quick."

Upon hearing this, the commander paused for a moment and then turned off the walkie-talkie.

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Meanwhile, on the high-rise building, the sniper slowly moved the muzzle of his gun, his smart scope displaying the current wind direction and speed.

Through the scope, the sniper's gaze passed over the gaunt man's back and landed on He Ao's brow, who was locked in a stalemate with the gaunt man.

"soon."

The corners of his mouth curved

He gave a slight smile and placed his index finger on the trigger.

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Meanwhile, the gaunt man's blade pressed down on He Ao's hand, which was gripping the blade, and slowly stabbed towards He Ao's neck.

Jess's body was already severely injured, and he couldn't fully utilize his original physical abilities. So even with his super memory activated, Heo was still somewhat overwhelmed by the skinny man.

“The power you gained from the evil god is quite good,” the gaunt man approached Heo little by little, his eyes flashing with a thirst for killing, “but unfortunately, you don’t have a suitable weapon to fully unleash this power.”

"Don't you have one?"

He glanced at the knife tip aimed at his neck and said calmly.

“Interesting,” the gaunt man chuckled, looking at the blade held by He Ao. “Want my dagger? Then try it. Take it and it’s yours.”

In that instant, he suddenly increased his strength, and the blade he was holding sliced ​​across He Ao's palm in a flash. Bright red blood flowed out from his palm, and the sharp sword pierced towards He Ao's carotid artery.

But in that instant, the thin man realized something was wrong; He Ao's grip on the blade was weaker than before.

However, by the time he realized the problem, it was too late. He'ao's body had already retreated in the direction the blade had come from, and his body was leaning forward with the force of his own movements.

He Ao, who originally only had his hind legs against the wall, was now almost entirely against the wall, and the thin man's body also leaned forward.

The thin man is now standing where He Aogang was standing, and the position of his head is exactly where He Aogang's head was just now.

Fell into a trap!

Without hesitation, the gaunt man abandoned his attack on He Ao, pulled out his dagger, and retreated to the side.

But at that moment, he found that the dagger in his hand was being gripped by a tremendous force, and he looked up in the direction of the dagger.

He Ao was gripping the blade tightly, the muscles in his arm straining against his blood-stained sleeve, his body completely still.

This guy was just hiding his true power!

Without the slightest hesitation, the gaunt man abandoned the dagger in his hand, broke free from He Ao's grip on his other hand, and jumped back.

All of this happened almost instantly. He Ao retreated, the thin man leaned forward, and the thin man abandoned the dagger and retreated.

As they made these movements, a deafening gunshot rang out, and a bullet instantly pierced the thin man's shoulder, splattering blood with a red glow.

If the skinny man hadn't decisively dropped the dagger, this bullet would now be lodged in the back of his head, causing serious injury even if it didn't kill him.

He released his grip, and the blood-stained dagger fell with gravity, the hilt landing in his hand, where he held it tightly.

Strictly speaking, he did not conceal his power. He merely used the energy manipulation method he had mastered in the main world to temporarily concentrate his power in his left hand holding the dagger. In contrast, his right hand temporarily lost power and was easily broken free by the thin man.

The alloy dagger, gleaming with a cold light, spun around in He Ao's hand, changing from a reverse grip to a regular grip.

Blood flowed down the hilt of the dagger onto the blade, eventually mingling with the misty rain.

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Attaching one's divine sense to the hand can increase defense to some extent, preventing He Ao's hand from being directly severed by the dagger, but it cannot completely eliminate the damage.

From the very beginning of the battle, He Ao was not only analyzing the combat patterns of the mercenaries and the gaunt man around him, but also the combat patterns of the snipers.

Clearly, the sniper was someone who was very confident in his abilities, and in fact, he did very well, forcing Heo into more dangerous situations several times with his shots.

Such confident people like to take on challenging actions, such as delivering a headshot in the most dangerous situation.

Of course, the key to He Ao's ability to seize the opportunity so accurately was that he had placed a mark on the sniper while he was observing him, which allowed him to roughly grasp the sniper's thought process.

At that moment, the thin man who had been hit in the shoulder turned around and glanced at the mercenary captain behind him.

Before the mercenary captain could explain, the thin man suddenly grabbed one of the mercenaries next to him, and with a forceful twist of his hands, snapped his neck in an instant.

"What are you doing?"

"The mercenary captain said angrily, and in an instant, the remaining six mercenaries all pointed their guns at the skinny man."

"Since you've paid, you have to demonstrate some final value."

The gaunt man flashed and charged directly into the ranks of the mercenaries.

Intense gunfire erupted suddenly, and the mercenary captain, realizing the situation was dire, turned and ran.

These mercenaries were naturally not as good marksmen as He Ao; after several shots, not one of them hit the target.

The mercenaries looked slightly surprised. They saw how easily He Ao had hit the bullet, as if the skinny man had caught it with his body. They had assumed that the skinny man was easy to hit.

Their surprised expressions didn't last long; they were frozen on their faces forever.

The gaunt man, like a tiger among sheep, slaughtered the remaining mercenaries.

At that moment, He Ao rushed up as well.

The skinny man wasn't angry with the mercenaries just because he'd been hit in the shoulder.

His actions were very calm. The 'bandit's' abilities increased with the number of kills; the more he killed, the stronger he became, until he reached his limit.

After losing his weapon, the gap in strength between him and Heo was leveled, and Heo was even slightly stronger, so he needed to kill some people to increase his power.

And these mercenaries were the people closest to him.

After killing the mercenaries, he glanced at the mercenary captain who had almost disappeared from sight.

Then they looked up at the small building next to them. Some rooms in the building had lights on, and many windows faced the alleyway they were in.

But not a single window was opened.

This area, which is used as a 'hunting ground', is not uninhabited; on the contrary, many people live here.

The residents in the vicinity did hear the sound of those bullets exploding, but the people living in the West District were used to such chaotic battles. They knew very well that coming out to 'watch the show' would only increase their mortality rate.

However, sometimes danger does not disappear just because people want to avoid it.

The thin man's figure rushed towards