12: Break through the armored defense!
Tang Gao clicked “Challenge Again,” and the scene before him returned to the starting point, with him standing on the sidewalk, ten meters away from the Martial Warrior Captain.
“Whoosh!”
His consciousness projected faster, drawing his blade and charging, activating his Battle Qi to empower himself mid-charge.
The Martial Warrior Captain stood blankly in place; everything that had just happened felt so real, yet it also felt like an illusion that had never occurred.
However, when he saw the rough-faced ancient Cultivator charging over, he immediately cast aside his distracting thoughts, a hint of disdain inevitably rising in his heart, and quickly drew his gun with his right hand, firing rapidly.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
The rough-faced Battle Qi Cultivator was severely wounded halfway through his charge, and his corpse slid to the Martial Warrior Captain’s feet.
The Martial Warrior Captain scoffed twice, “Ridiculous, what kind of strange thing is this?”
The Martial Warrior Captain turned his head and amusingly told his team members, “Hey, that was weird, I just thought I died once.”
His team members looked at him in horror, completely unable to understand why their dead captain had suddenly revived.
The Spell Cultivator, who had been smashed into a one-meter-tall Yordle a minute ago, trembled his lips, his eyes fearfully looking towards the transport vehicle.
“Boom!”
A familiar blood-red muscular fist burst out of the vehicle, killing the captain, who, despite being prepared, was utterly powerless to resist.
The Martial Warrior Captain died again, at the hands of the Blood Rage Servant.
During his last death, his attention was entirely on the rough-faced Cultivator, and his brain hadn’t even registered why he had died.
…
Tang Gao silently looked at the familiar System box before him: “Victory and defeat are common in war; young hero, please try again.”
Beyond seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate.
Within seven steps, the gun is even faster and more accurate.
Theoretically, if both parties have similar physical qualities, within seven steps, even if the gun-wielder is prepared, if the other person charges quickly, it is very difficult for the gun-wielder to defend.
Seven steps seems like a lot, but converted, it’s actually only about 4.5 meters.
In real combat, an ordinary gunman, when his gun is not drawn, simply cannot defend against a person of similar physical quality charging to attack him at such a short distance.
Tang Gao’s brain began to calculate precisely.
The Martial Warrior Captain’s physical qualities were clearly superior to his own, and his combat prowess was extremely elite; his ability to draw and rapid-fire was even more formidable.
He was at least 10 meters away from the Martial Warrior Captain, and he needed to dodge a burst of the opponent’s gunfire before he could get close.
To achieve a perfect outcome, he would have to face this problem.
Tang Gao’s mouth twitched; he hadn’t expected that before killing the Blood Rage Servant, he would also need to defeat these accompanying Martial Warrior Captains.
However, looking at it from another angle, I can use them for practice; my attacks will definitely be able to break through their defenses, increasing the progress of my Piercing Attack.
My speed doesn’t need to be faster than a bullet; I just need to be a little faster than his muzzle.
This is achievable; it just requires a lot of practice.
“I can do it, come on!”
Tang Gao encouraged himself, then clicked “Challenge Again.”
…
The Martial Warrior Captain stood in place, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his throat bobbing once; he hurriedly put distance between himself and the transport vehicle, cast a bulletproof vest spell on himself, and looked ahead with panicked pupils, his voice trembling: “Everything that just happened wasn’t an illusion, was it?”
He didn’t turn his head to ask his team members.
“Captain, shoot! He’s charging over!”
The Martial Warrior Captain had no time to think; he fearfully fired instinctively, defending himself subconsciously, his muzzle spitting flames in rapid succession.
Three or four bullets accurately struck the opponent’s glabella.
The charging rough-faced Zhanqi System Cultivator collapsed without a sound, his body sliding to the Martial Warrior Captain’s feet with inertia.
It fully demonstrated that young people’s sleep quality is excellent; with a hole in his glabella, he could still sleep soundly even on the street.
The Martial Warrior Captain’s face was filled with extreme horror; he quickly retreated several steps, moving back three meters, and cried out in panic: “What is going on?!”
The Martial Warrior Captain’s vision blurred, and he was standing in place again; the rough-faced Cultivator not far away was charging towards him again.
“Damn it! Damn it!”
Terrifying Evil Qi rushed straight into his mind; the Martial Warrior Captain had no time to think, drawing his gun and rapid-firing again, killing this enemy once more.
The Martial Warrior Captain didn’t even have time to consider why his weapon’s magazine was still full.
The world reset again; the Martial Warrior Captain was still standing in his original position, and the rough-faced Battle Qi Cultivator not far away was still charging.
“Die, die!”
The Martial Warrior Captain went mad, drawing his gun and rapid-firing, emptying his magazine, directly riddling the opponent with holes.
However, the first shot missed, the bullet hitting the ground, bouncing up, and leaping into the bushes next to the Commercial Street.
The rough-faced Cultivator’s corpse slid to the Martial Warrior Captain’s feet, a residual joy of finally gaining something on his face.
The Martial Warrior Captain’s vision flashed, a bone-chilling coldness permeated his body and mind, his eyes trembling with fear as he watched the ghost, whom he had clearly killed many times, charge towards him.
Had his evil deeds in the first half of his life finally caught up to him today?
…
The Martial Warrior Captain wanted to break free from this endless Reincarnation, but each time he revived, he had no time for further thought before he had to face the murderous intent that assailed his mind; he was clearly very strong and could kill the opponent in an instant.
But each time he revived, he felt as if he was facing a great terror.
This great terror of life and death not being his own, not being determined by heaven, trapped in endless Reincarnation.
The rough-faced Cultivator’s dodging skills became increasingly proficient; he could now dodge half of the shots and had charged to his front, swinging his blade.
The Martial Warrior Captain was covered in cold sweat, swallowing, and directly shattered the opponent’s chest with a punch, yet no joy rose on his face.
He was truly very weak.
But, he would revive just like him.
…
The Martial Warrior Captain smiled bitterly, watching his chest being pierced by the blood-colored Battle Blade, while he too had pierced the opponent’s chest.
“What kind of monster are you?”
He had killed Prodigies for many years, but he had never seen such a terrifying monster.
The rough-faced Cultivator’s eyes were firm, and he coldly spat out a sentence: “I will definitely return!”
The Martial Warrior Captain smiled bitterly: “I know, I know you’ll be back.”
You’ve already killed me over a dozen times; I know you’ll appear again.
…
The Martial Warrior Captain lay in a pool of blood, his expression peaceful, his hands resting on his abdomen, a large hole ripped open in his chest, his face full of relief, a bloody smile on his lips: “What exactly do you want…? Why torment us like this?”
Tang Gao stopped, looking at the Martial Warrior Captains sprawled on the ground, his eyes slightly dazed, muttering: “What was I going to do?”
He habitually clicked “Challenge Again,” habitually charged, and habitually optimized the combat process without stopping.
Tang Gao raised his blood-stained hand and rubbed his temples, relaxing his tense nerves, finally remembering what he had originally intended to do.
“Oh, I just wanted to hone my combat skills.”
Tang Gao opened his skill panel and saw that the evolution bar had already filled up without him noticing.
Tang Gao exhaled, clicked “Harvest,” and then chose the next evolution direction.
Not enough, he wasn’t strong enough yet.
He was still relying on life-and-death training, like rote memorization, to refine his skills to perfection, and to unleash his speed to its utmost limit.
This time, he would choose speed.