65: Chapter 65 Snipers are nothing but sitting ducks.

At the high point of the scrap yard, atop a "steel hill" piled high with discarded spaceship hulls.

A sniper lay prone in a meticulously camouflaged firing position, his body trembling slightly from extreme fear.

Through high-magnification tactical goggles, he kept a death grip on the figure slowly walking below.

That figure walked very slowly, very leisurely, as if he were not in a battlefield fraught with danger, but strolling in his own back garden.

Yet, this very leisurely posture placed an unprecedented, immense pressure on this battle-hardened sniper.

"Captain! The target is moving toward our position! Repeat, the target is moving toward our position!"

He hissed into the communicator, his voice filled with uncontrollable panic.

"How could he possibly have discovered our position?! We have energy shielding devices here!"

The captain's equally horrified voice came through the communicator.

The sniper points they had chosen were all precisely calculated; not only was the field of view wide, but they were also equipped with military-grade energy shielding devices that could maximally isolate their own presence and energy fluctuations.

Let alone a Third-Rank Martial Artist, even an ordinary Fourth-Rank Martial Artist would find it difficult to discover their presence if not specifically searching for it.

Yet now, that monster was walking straight towards them, just like that.

The feeling was as if they, a group of hunters who thought they were hidden flawlessly, had been exposed to the prey's view from the very beginning.

"Fire! Fire at will! Suppress him for me!"

The captain finally gave the order, his voice laced with a hint of madness.

There was no turning back now.

Their only hope was to use the high-energy sniper rifles in their hands and focus fire to shoot the monster dead on the spot!

Upon receiving the order, the sniper took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

He steadily locked the crosshairs onto Wang Pingan's glabella.

"Go to hell, monster!"

He roared lowly and pulled the trigger!

*Whoosh!*

A beam, invisible to the naked eye and compressed from high-concentration energy particles, tore through the air at several times the speed of sound, heading straight for Wang Pingan's head with a lethal whistle!

He was confident that even a Fourth-Rank Martial Artist, if hit by this shot without any preparation, would die on the spot!

However.

Just a split second before the lethal beam was about to hit Wang Pingan.

Wang Pingan's body merely tilted his head slightly to the side.

Just this simple movement.

The energy beam, capable of piercing ten-centimeter thick alloy steel plates, flew right past his cheek and shot into another scrap heap in the distance.

*Boom!*

A dull explosion rang out, and the mountain-like pile of scrap was forcibly blasted with a hole over three meters in diameter.

The sniper was stunned.

He stared blankly at the image in his tactical goggles, his mind blank.

Dodged... he dodged it?!

How could he possibly have dodged it?!

This was the "God-Slayer" Type III high-energy sniper rifle, specifically designed to hunt martial artists! The speed of the bullet was not something the naked eye could possibly capture!

Could it be... a fluke?!

He had no time to think more; he immediately pulled the bolt, preparing to fire a second shot.

But just at this moment.

He suddenly felt like something had appeared in his eyes.

It was a silhouette.

A figure that was rapidly enlarging!

"What?!"

He looked up in horror, only to see that Wang Pingan had appeared less than five meters in front of him, though he didn't know when.

He was maintaining a forward-rushing posture, a playful smile on his face.

"I searched for a long time, so you were here."

Wang Pingan's voice was very soft.

Five meters!

For a martial artist, this distance was no different from being face-to-face!

"You... when did you..."

Before the sniper could finish his sentence, Wang Pingan's figure disappeared from his sight again.

The next second.

A cold chill came from the back of his neck.

He stiffly turned his head, inch by inch.

What he saw was Wang Pingan's face, close enough to touch, wearing a mocking smile.

"Goodbye."

*Pfft.*

A soft sound.

The sniper's consciousness plunged into darkness forever.

Wang Pingan casually tossed the corpse aside and picked up the ferocious-looking "God-Slayer" Type III sniper rifle.

He weighed it in his hand; it was quite heavy.

The 【Eye of Truth】 swept over it, and the internal structure and energy circuits of the firearm were instantly parsed clearly in his mind.

"Not a bad toy."

He whispered, then turned the muzzle to aim at another high point in the distance.

That was the position of this sniper team's captain.

...

"Wild Wolf! Wild Wolf! Respond if you hear me! What's the situation on your end?"

In the communication channel, the captain's anxious call came through.

But the only answer he received was dead silence.

The captain's heart sank, bit by bit.

He knew Wild Wolf was gone.

He threw away the sniper rifle in his hand and leaped from his hiding spot, preparing to flee this death trap that made him feel suffocated.

However, he had only run two steps.

A lethal sense of crisis, like a cold tide, instantly submerged his entire being.

He turned back abruptly.

What he saw was a familiar figure atop that "steel hill" he had just been at, holding a familiar sniper rifle, its dark muzzle aimed at him from afar.

It was that monster!

He actually picked up Wild Wolf's gun!

"No!!!"

The captain let out a desperate roar.

He wanted to dodge, wanted to run.

But under the lock of those cold crosshairs, he felt his body as heavy as if it had been filled with lead.

*Whoosh!*

A deep blue beam tore through the darkness.

Time, at this moment, seemed to become incomparably slow.

The captain could clearly see the beam rapidly enlarging in his pupils.

He could even feel the terrifying energy carried by the beam, enough to completely vaporize him.

*Pfft.*

The captain's body jolted violently.

He looked down at the charred, expanding hole in his chest.

The life in his eyes dissipated rapidly.

After taking care of all the snipers, Wang Pingan threw away the sniper rifle in his hand, which had run out of energy.

He clapped his hands, as if nothing had happened.

The 【Eye of Truth】 swept across the entire restricted area again.

In his view, there were no longer any red dots representing "threats."

But he caught another faint energy fluctuation that was rapidly moving away.

That energy fluctuation was very familiar.

Li Moran.

It seems this young master of the Li family also came to the scene in person, prepared to enjoy the good show of him being slaughtered.

It's just a pity that the script didn't seem to develop as he had anticipated.

"Want to run?"

Wang Pingan's figure instantly disappeared from where he stood.

"The game isn't over yet."