The Listener was about to kill Su Changxing, but felt resistance underfoot. Looking down, he saw that the fat man he had kicked was actually holding onto his leg. To his surprise, a rusty small knife was stabbed into his calf, accompanied by slight pain.

Where did this cowardly fat man find the courage? He had been motionless when they came in, but now he began to resist.

"You damn fatass, you're courting death,"

The Listener shouted angrily. He had found a perfect moment to attack Su Changxing, but was delayed by this fat man.

Zhou An had hidden a rusty small knife in his sleeve, and when he was kicked to the corner of the wall, he cut the rope and at the critical moment, struck this Hunter.

A manic smile appeared on his face as he saw the man in front of him swinging a knife at him. With no attempt to dodge, the strength in his hands increased, pushing the dark red blade deeper into the flesh.

At this moment, it was like a thunderbolt flashed through his mind, piercing the cerebral cortex and striking the deepest part of his brain.

As the Listener swung his knife, a figure appeared behind him, surprisingly the short-haired man who had been stabbed with a sword. He held a lightweight hatchet.

This was the weapon, fallen to the ground, of their leader, Wang Jian Country.

A cowardly fat man, a severely injured victim stabbed with a sword, silently reached a consensus. With the body of a mortal, they revolted against the Extraordinary in their despair, borrowing a self-generated rage to fight bravely.

Rather struggle to death than live humbly. A commoner's rage, blood spilled within five steps.

The Listener showed a sarcastic smile; though he hadn't seen him, he knew the short-haired man stabbed with a sword stood behind him. He held a lightweight hatchet, swinging at him with a very slow motion.

He kicked Zhou An on the ground away, turned, and slashed at the short-haired man behind him. Blood arced out, like a blooming blood-red rose, painting heavily in the gray silent film.

The human neck is quite resilient. This slash wasn't especially powerful, getting stuck in the middle of the neck and slicing diagonally out.

The short-haired man's face carried deep shallow wrinkles, with a stunned expression not yet reacted, frozen on his face. He fell to the ground, leaning against the wall, head hanging awkwardly low, sinking into permanent contemplation.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Yells and screams echoed around, not too violent, carrying hoarseness and exhaustion.

"Die!"

Zhou An, eyes bloodshot, shouted desperately. One hand threw forward; the rusty small knife had already flown next to the Listener's neck, straight, powerful, and swift, drawing a red silhouette in the night, so inconspicuous.

By the time the Listener noticed the existence of the small knife, it was too late. He could only try to turn his neck, but still felt the sting and strong suffocation around his neck.

The small knife's power was particularly strong, the blade completely buried in the Listener's neck, piercing flesh, membranes, veins, trachea.

"I'm trash, but I can kill you, hah,"

Zhou An felt his whole body's strength being drained, lying completely on the ground, carrying a satisfied smile, fuzzy eyes watching the Listener clutch his neck, stiff on the spot, then wobbling to the ground, looking at him with immense puzzlement, gradually dying.

The Listener did not understand how this rusty small knife stabbed into his neck and killed him, nor did he understand why such trash killed him.

Su Changxing caught this scene out of the corner of his eye; he did not expect that these two seemingly powerless people had, surprisingly, eliminated that Listener.

He found it incredible, recognizing the fat man as someone he had once encountered, Zhou An.

"Did he find a path to become an Extraordinary?"

Su Changxing asked the head.

The head said, "No, it's just a foot short of the mark. If he could get your type of enhancement, probably soon."

The Listener's sudden severe injury was beyond the expectation of the Precisionist, yet his movements were not affected in the slightest, instead becoming more tightly sealed.

Now it was almost a one-on-one situation between him and Su Changxing, with no room for errors. Although his overall strength was superior to Su Changxing, Su Changxing's power was truly absurd, after multiple confrontations, his palm was somewhat numb.

The Listener's death greatly reduced the pressure on Su Changxing, allowing him to focus entirely on dealing with the Hunter in front of him. His brain worked at a high speed, simulating the Precisionist's actions hundreds of times.

In many battles, it's often instinctive reactions that are relied upon. These reactions can be faster than conscious thought, but there are also those who fight using their mind.

Su Changxing possessed a Spirit above six, which included reaction, logical thinking, calculating ability, simulation ability, etc.

He could anticipate possible behaviors of the opponent and simulate corresponding actions in his mind, thereby conducting combat.

Su Changxing's time spent wielding a knife might not be as long as the opponent's slaughter time, but at this moment, he could fight evenly with the opponent, even mimic their movements to enhance his own combat skills.

"Swish~"

Su Changxing's arm was struck by the Giant Axe, leaving a not-so-deep cut, tearing apart the clothes he had just exchanged not long ago.

Su Changxing glanced at the torn clothing seriously and said, "Just bought it, bit heartache, you'd better pay for it."

The Precisionist did not speak, furrowing his brow, though he had wounded Su Changxing, he wasn't happy at all. The opponent appeared riddled with holes but was defensively impenetrable.

He could feel that Su Changxing felt no pressure facing him. Instead, he felt some pressure, as if slowly being seen through by the opponent bit by bit.

The gap in strength between the two was not much; in the dark room, in front of more than a dozen people, they fought for over ten minutes.

Su Changxing went from being overwhelmed to handling it with ease, eventually beginning to press the opponent for a counterattack, tightly packed attacking methods leaving the opponent breathless as if he was the true Precisionist.

"Swish~"

In an instant, Su Changxing stepped aside just in time to dodge the axe and slashed forward, leaving a visible white bone wound on the opponent's chest, carrying considerable blood and flesh.

A slight smile appeared on his face; this was the decisive blow.

He had already won.

Without pause, the weapons of both sides collided again, then separated.

Despite being heavily struck, the Precisionist's movements showed no signs of deformation or slowing. He could perfectly control his body and autonomously weaken pain and block pain response.

Su Changxing didn't give the opponent a chance to breathe, charging forward again with the Steel Saber; muscles suddenly tensed, angled strikes, sidestepping, retracting saber, counter slash.

The Precisionist's expression twisted on his face; as his movements grew larger, the wound on his chest bled heavily.

Once a loss of blood reaches excess, that would be his defeat.

But this teenager didn't allow a single mistake, even the tiniest one, more like a Precisionist, impregnable, flawlessly calculating.

Pain turned into a trickle of terror spreading internally. The previously cold expression began showing emotional fluctuations, like a chain reaction, intensifying the pain.

Su Changxing sensed the change in this Precisionist, his movements unexpectedly started to deform. Initially, he thought he'd have to put in significant effort to kill him, now it seemed unnecessary.

The finely woven Precisionist developed gaps, expanding further, an imperfect Precisionist ceased to be precise.

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