Chapter 137: Chapter 137: You Annoying Scoundrel

’He’s not dead?’

Wang Xi was slightly surprised after firing the shot.

He had just used Chekhov’s Gun. To ensure a one-shot kill, he had poured about thirty percent of his Magic Power into the revolver.

But even after seeing the man get shot and fall from midair, he received no kill notification from Kaos.

Wang Xi tilted his head back, his eyes narrowed.

[Leader of the "Ghost Grid" · Ding Wancheng (Arch-Enemy/Five Stars/Elite)]

A crimson entry in a Bronze frame.

After taking Wang Xi’s shot, the man fell like a bird with a broken wing, plummeting in a straight black line and crashing violently onto the ground at the building’s entrance.

BOOM!!

A dull thud.

Dust billowed, and debris flew.

The kill notification still didn’t appear.

He fell from the thirtieth floor and didn’t die!

Wang Xi saw it clearly.

The moment the man hit the ground, an invisible current of air seemed to cushion his fall, weakening most of the impact, but it also shattered the concrete ground.

’He’s got some skills.’

Wang Xi noted silently.

In the distance, the crowd of onlookers grew, their gasps and chatter audible through the translucent blue barrier.

CRASH.

Several chunks of shattered concrete were thrown aside.

A figure stood up from the crater, sand and gravel cascading off his body.

It was Ding Wancheng.

His overcoat was left in the crater. Now he only wore a white shirt and wrinkled, dust-covered suit pants. His hair was a mess, and he looked thoroughly disheveled, covered in dust and grime.

Seeing Ding Wancheng was not dead, Yu Zizi, Xiao Yuzhe, and the police officers nearby all wore grave expressions.

Even if this man were made of iron, a fall from nearly a hundred meters onto concrete should have flattened him... Yet he climbed out of the crater as if nothing had happened and even dusted himself off.

"..."

In the strange, silent atmosphere, Wang Xi noticed a bloody hole in the man’s left chest, a large patch of his white shirt stained red.

But the blood was so dark it was almost black, like an old stain.

Wang Xi was certain that the charged shot from Chekhov’s Gun had shattered the man’s heart, yet he could still move freely. This meant his heart was not his fatal weakness.

CRACK!

CRACKLE! POP!

Just then, Ding Wancheng twisted his neck, forcibly snapped his bent-backward arm back into place, and flexed his limbs, his bones and joints letting out sharp cracking sounds.

"I recognize you."

His cold gaze landed on Wang Xi, then shifted to stare at the black revolver.

"Park Hong fell at your hands."

"So, you, his boss, must have known about his mission to ambush me back then."

Wang Xi put away the revolver and said calmly, holding his umbrella.

Ding Wancheng didn’t answer.

He swept his gaze around, letting it linger on Yu Zizi for two extra seconds before looking back at Wang Xi.

"Heh, quite the welcoming party."

Ding Wancheng began to laugh, but the smile on his face only grew more malevolent.

"Die!!"

With a ferocious roar, he suddenly charged.

Ding Wancheng seemed to know he was doomed, so he decided to take someone down with him, lunging directly at the nearest person—the young man with the umbrella. It was likely that the shot to the heart moments ago had thoroughly enraged him.

"Fire!"

Yu Zizi immediately ordered.

The police officers, already aiming, pulled their triggers at the command.

PEW PEW PEW PEW!!

A shower of red laser beams shot toward the charging Ding Wancheng, but as if he had eyes in the back of his head, he dodged left and right without looking back, carving a few Z-shaped paths before rushing right up to Wang Xi.

Yu Zizi quickly raised her hand, and the officers ceased fire to avoid hitting Wang Xi by mistake.

CLANG!!

Ding Wancheng’s fist struck the silver Broadsword, producing the clang of metal and a spray of sparks.

The black umbrella flew to the side.

Neither retreated a single step as they exchanged several more rapid blows.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Ding Wancheng’s physical conditioning was extraordinary. Not only was he immensely strong and fast, but his body was also as hard as steel. At the same time, his martial arts were well-practiced, each move demonstrating a remarkable level of skill.

SWOOSH.

Ding Wancheng sidestepped a slash and slapped his palm against the flat of the Broadsword’s blade.

BANG!

Taking advantage of the deflected blade, he spun and threw a kick, swinging it toward Wang Xi’s head like a battle-ax cutting through the air—

BOOM!!

The kick landed on the Ice Crystal Arm Armor, erupting in a cloud of ice powder and mist.

Wang Xi shielded his head with one arm, retracting his sword with the other. Using Strangling Swordsmanship, he swung the blade horizontally, and it struck Ding Wancheng’s neck with a CLANG.

His flesh resisted the blade’s edge. At that moment, a word inexplicably surfaced in Wang Xi’s mind:

Zombie?

In that split second, Wang Xi caught a close-up glimpse of a reddish-copper metallic sheen beneath the man’s skin, which confirmed his suspicion.

The Profound Mysterious System!

Impervious to blades!

Wang Xi’s strike was heavy and powerful. Even with Ding Wancheng’s tough physique, he felt a sharp, piercing pain in the side of his neck.

He tilted his head slightly, retracted his leg, and immediately kicked out.

This snap kick was faster than a cannonball, shattering the air with a sonic BOOM.

CLANG!!

Wang Xi brought his sword back to parry. A jellyfish-like ring of air blasted outward, pushing them both back.

However, Wang Xi only took one step back, while Ding Wancheng staggered back three or four steps, each footstep cracking the concrete ground.

A shadow of gloom flashed in Ding Wancheng’s eyes.

This young man was clearly using a Fairy Tale System Magic Card Set, yet his Physique was not the least bit inferior to his own... In fact, it was even slightly stronger.

It was too abnormal.

Ding Wancheng was worldly and had seen his fair share of powerful individuals, but most of those experts specialized in a single path. They all had their strengths, but also their weaknesses.

Someone like this young man, a Magic and Martial Dual Cultivator with no apparent weaknesses, was simply unheard of.

When Ding Wancheng stood up straight and looked at his opponent again, his gaze froze.

The young man seemed to have transformed—his skin was flushed red, veins bulged on his forehead, and a savage grin spread across his face.

—Bloodthirsty Madman!

After activating Blood Fury, wisps of steam began to rise from Wang Xi’s body. His aura was chilling, and his killing intent surged wildly.

BOOM!!

In Ding Wancheng’s perception, there was a loud explosion. The concrete in front of him suddenly cracked like a spiderweb. The young man’s figure blurred, leaving a red afterimage, and he was already right in front of him!

—Crimson Tide!

"?!"

A sharp whistling sound screamed in Ding Wancheng’s ears, making his scalp tingle. He reacted on instinct, raising his arm to block.

But the silver Broadsword was faster.

With a flash of cold light and a CLANG, Ding Wancheng felt a sharp pain in his neck.

Dark red beads of blood splattered onto his face.

This strike had landed squarely on the side of his neck, forcibly breaking through his Copper Skin Iron Bone.

Startled, Ding Wancheng hurriedly knocked the Broadsword aside and threw a punch straight for his opponent’s chest.

BOOM!!

The punch landed on the Ice Crystal Armor, but the young man didn’t move an inch. Ding Wancheng glanced up and saw the young man’s savage, toothy grin.

’Not good!’

Ding Wancheng immediately pulled back his fist and retreated, trying to create distance, but another jolt of pain came from the side of his neck.

CLANG!!

The same wound was struck heavily again!

And this time, the blade cut more than three inches deep!

"Hraagh!"

Furious and alarmed, Ding Wancheng slammed his arm into the Broadsword to knock it away, clutching the gash on his neck as he stumbled backward.

SQUIRT—

He felt an unstoppable hole in the side of his neck, from which a column of blood gushed out, spraying everywhere.

"How is this possible..."

Ding Wancheng’s pupils constricted.

His Core Card was Black Zombie, which made his blood coagulate like mercury. It should have been impossible for him to bleed like this. What was happening?!

The spot on his neck that the young man had repeatedly struck just wouldn’t stop gushing blood!

—Cunning Villain

Only Wang Xi knew that his successive strikes after activating Blood Fury had not only broken the man’s defense but also triggered the heavy bleeding effect of Wound Strike.

If Ding Wancheng couldn’t find a way to stop the bleeding in time, he would soon lose his ability to fight and be at Wang Xi’s mercy... Anyone else would have already bled to death.

Seeing blood, Wang Xi’s aura surged once more.

The swirling steam around him began to turn red.

For a moment, Ding Wancheng was filled with a mix of shock and fury. He didn’t even notice that his will to fight had begun to fade.

There is a saying: courage is at its peak at the first charge, dwindles at the second, and is depleted by the third. Once that fighting spirit leaked from his heart, there was no chance of victory.

Just then, the young man did something completely unexpected—he pulled out a gun.

A pink plastic toy gun that was completely out of place in the grim, murderous atmosphere. It even had a childish cartoon heart printed on its side.

Recalling the fleeting blue light from before, the hairs on the back of Ding Wancheng’s neck stood on end.

It was a Blue Card!

Its power must be immense!

—Everyone Has a Maiden’s Heart

As if smelling the scent of death, Ding Wancheng’s expression changed drastically. With a furious roar, he was about to use his ultimate move in a last-ditch effort.

But Wang Xi had already pulled the trigger.

SQUEAK.

A faint sound, unique to a child’s toy gun, was heard.

In the blink of an eye, the pink projectile sank into Ding Wancheng’s chest.

Within seven steps, it never misses.

Wang Xi hadn’t been lying.

At such a close range, there was no reason for him to miss.

"Ah— Eek!"

Ding Wancheng’s terrifying roar was cut off halfway, his voice suddenly turning shrill, as if he were deliberately constricting his throat to imitate a woman’s shriek.

And this leader of the underground, seemingly oblivious to his own transformation, clutched the spot where he was shot and stumbled backward in a panic.

"Y-You nasty villain!"

Ding Wancheng pointed at the young man and cursed loudly.

"I hate you so much!"

His voice was incredibly shrill. If you listened closely, you could even hear a hint of flustered anger, enough to give anyone goosebumps and a slight chill.

"..."

The entire scene fell into a dead silence.

Yu Zizi, Xiao Yuzhe, and the other police officers were stunned for a moment, then exchanged bewildered glances.

What in the world was going on?

That guy was acting like he was possessed!

Wang Xi held his sword, put away the pink toy gun, and a look of pity appeared on his face.

Ding Wancheng was already a dead man.

His two shots had sealed his opponent’s doom.

"Everyone Has a Maiden’s Heart" was a bizarrely effective ability. After being shot, Ding Wancheng, this ruthless underground leader, had begun acting like a young girl in public.

His words and actions were completely beyond his control.

This exposed a massive, fatal opening.

Wang Xi raised his hand toward Ding Wancheng and made a grasping motion with his fingers. The latter was clutching his gushing neck with one hand and his chest with the other, his face filled with terror.

"N-No, don’t!"

The next second.

FWOOSH!

Ding Wancheng’s entire body was engulfed in ghostly blue flames!

’Impervious to blades?’

’Then have a taste of being refined by fire.’

—Frost Curse Fire!

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