Chapter 78 The Final Winner?

Lu Xuanming could judge where the attack came from by the direction of the airflow when the blade cut through the air, and use the advance [Iron Armor] to defend... but he couldn't judge the shooting position of the bullet.

So, he was shot.

The bullet pierced through the thigh, causing Lu Xuanming to completely lose his center of gravity. A huge force suddenly came from his chest, and he was kicked away!

Dust flew, and Lu Xuanming, who lost his vision, fell heavily to the ground.

He sat up from the ground reflexively, but at this time he had completely lost his direction and had no idea where the enemy would attack from... Blood flowed from the bullet hole in his thigh, and his face was extremely ugly.

Is this the oppression of the third level... Even if it is just the Thief God Dao who is not good at fighting, it is still not something that the first level can deal with.

On the barren wilderness, No. 8 held a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, and walked towards Lu Xuanming expressionlessly.

He silently raised the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at the eyebrows of Lu Xuanming, who was on guard in the dark. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a voice came from the side.

"Is this the last one left?"

No. 8 was startled and turned his head to see Jian Changsheng, who was covered in blood, staring at him not far away. His face, which was engraved with a hideous scar, was full of excitement and desire.

"Killing this... should be considered a great achievement, right?"

He laughed loudly, and his figure was like a bloody arrow, rushing here quickly!

Another one who stepped on the path of the god of war?

No. 8 frowned slightly.

Jian Changsheng's speed was extremely fast, even Lu Xuanming who had opened the [Iron Armor] could not catch up with him. He just flashed across dozens of meters and came in front of No. 8. The latter was shocked and immediately fired several shots at him!

Bullets hit Jian Changsheng's body one after another, but his speed soared again, and a bloody fist whistled towards No. 8!

"Steal the Light!"

No. 8 activated the skill again without hesitation.

Jian Changsheng, who suddenly lost his vision, was like Lu Xuanming, flying around like a headless fly. Just when No. 8 was slightly relieved, a straight punch as heavy as a rock hit his chest firmly!

This punch directly broke two ribs of No. 8. He spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Lu Xuanming closed his eyes and touched his side without knowing when. A dark fist was clenched in the air, facing the direction of No. 8 coldly.

"Your voice exposed your position." He said calmly.

No. 8 climbed up from the ground with pain, and a sinister look appeared in his eyes. At this moment, a piece of rice paper quietly floated over him.

"Stop."

The font temporarily outlined with blood gradually faded and disappeared. Pu Wen stood aside with empty hands, pinching the seal with one hand.

The figure of No. 8 was suddenly frozen in place like a sculpture.

Two law enforcers who lost their vision and a usurper who was immobilized entered a strange state of silence on the battlefield...

After a few seconds, Lu Xuanming ended his blindness first and rushed towards No. 8 like a cannonball. The latter also broke free half a second later, stole Lu Xuanming's vision again with one hand, raised his gun with the other hand, and fired three shots in a row!

"Damn it! Is his stealing unlimited?" Lu Xuanming cursed in his heart!

Three bullets whizzed into Lu Xuanming's body, two of which were randomly covered by [Iron Armor] and flew away, and the last one pierced his shoulder, and his fisted arm suddenly dropped.

No. 8 wanted to shoot again, but found that the magazine had been emptied, so he had no choice but to throw it away. At the same time, a sharp pain came from his waist and abdomen!

Jian Changsheng's punch directly shattered No. 8's kidney, and then he hugged his waist with both hands and fell to the ground fiercely!

"Now, let's see how you can run?!" He sneered and said.

Jian Changsheng's vision was stolen late, and it has not recovered yet, but he followed the sound of the gun to find No. 8, punched his internal organs, and rode on him.

No. 8 was no match for four hands. Although he seriously injured Lu Xuanming, he was still outflanked by Jian Changsheng. He stared at Jian Changsheng, who closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth, stole his dagger directly in his hand, and stabbed the other's body frantically!

Jian Changsheng ignored No. 8's attack, laughed twice, and smashed No. 8 with his bloody fists desperately, obviously wanting to exchange injuries for injuries!

At first, No. 8 could still stab him a few times, each knife was vital, but after being punched several times, his consciousness became blurred, and in the end he could only lie on the ground like mud, letting the fists rain down like raindrops.

Every punch hit the flesh, every punch broke the bones!

Pu Wen, who had used up all the rice paper, stared at the bloody and hideous scene in front of him, and couldn't help frowning.

Of course he recognized Jian Changsheng, but he didn't know what had happened to him, that he had turned from a cowardly and humble lackey into such a desperate thug...

"Enough!" Pu Wen said.

Jian Changsheng punched him several more times as if he hadn't heard him, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

"Enough!" Pu Wen stepped forward and shouted again.

Only then did Jian Changsheng stop, and he looked at the inhuman figure No. 8 under him, and slowly stood up...

"It's over..." he said, "I killed this usurper! The credit is mine!"

He looked at Pu Wen, as if he was declaring some kind of sovereignty.

"No one will take your credit." Pu Wen looked around, "By the way, did you see Yan Xicai?"

"I saw him, he was killed by a usurper."

Pu Wen frowned when he heard the news, he stared into Jian Changsheng's eyes, as if he wanted to see through him... The latter also stared at him fearlessly, and there was no emotion on his hideous scarred face.

Lu Xuanming on the side breathed a sigh of relief, stood up shakily, and after regaining his sight, he walked to the hill beside him and looked into the distance.

"......dead."

"What?"

"All dead." Lu Xuanming looked at the corpses of Bingdao Ancient Treasures, "Only three of us survived."

Pu Wen and Jian Changsheng were startled, and they also walked up the hill. All they saw was blood and corpses... Whether it was the usurper of fire or the law enforcer, no one was left standing.

In this melee, the law enforcer won in the end... although the victory was extremely tragic.

Three blood-stained figures stood side by side on the hill, the breeze brushed their hems,

One [Shura], one [Tianlang], and one scholar... They were the final winners of this world.

Pu Wen's face looked a little ugly. Although he hated Yan Xicai, he was hired by him after all. This time Yan Xicai died in Bingdao Ancient Treasures. If the news was passed back to Aurora City, it would definitely cause chaos, and he would most likely be held accountable;

Lu Xuanming didn't have much expression, but perhaps because he was shot and had too much blood, his face was as pale as paper.

As for Jian Changsheng... He looked at the corpses all over the mountain, and after a few seconds of silence, he laughed:

"The final winner... is me."

Pa, pa, pa——

When everything was silent, a crisp applause came from behind.

The three of them were stunned at the same time and turned their heads to look.

A figure wearing a bright red costume had sat on the top of the blood-colored rock without knowing when, looking down at the three of them with a smile... He clapped his hands with ruby ​​rings, like an audience member who expressed sincere praise.

"Wonderful." He laughed,

"I seem to understand the fun of being an 'audience'?"