5: A pentakill in one second? That's cheating!

A roar, like that of a wounded beast, dragged Chen Xi out of his brief daze.

The Japanese Soldier who had been flanking him had bloodshot eyes. Holding a rifle with a fixed bayonet, he charged straight at him.

There was no technique.

There was no method.

There was only the most primitive madness, triggered by the tragic death of his comrade right before his eyes.

At the same time, the short Soldier with the highest rank, who had been standing in the back smoking, finally moved.

The contempt and playfulness on his face had long since vanished, replaced by a complex expression mixed with shock and ruthlessness. He didn't charge; instead, he quickly took half a step back, raised the type 38 rifle in his hand, and aimed the muzzle at Chen Xi.

He was going to fire.

A pincer attack from front and back.

One for a bayonet thrust, one for a cold shot.

This was a dead end, a certain-kill situation.

-

Chen Xi moved.

At the same moment the Soldier holding the rifle raised his hand, he moved.

He ignored the shooter behind him and instead charged toward the Soldier rushing at him, advancing instead of retreating.

One step.

Just one step.

He sidestepped, avoiding the savage collision, and the sickle in his hand flicked upward from below at an extremely tricky angle.

*Puchi.*

This time, the sound was slightly louder.

It was like slicing open a juice-filled watermelon.

The charging Soldier passed right by Chen Xi. He even ran forward two more steps before falling to the ground due to inertia.

He didn't get up again.

-

From his jaw to the crown of his head, a thin, almost invisible line of blood was slowly seeping out.

His entire head had been neatly split into two halves along the midline by that upward flick.

Clean and efficient.

-

Without waiting for the corpse to hit the ground, Chen Xi pivoted on the ball of his foot, his entire body spinning like a top as the sickle in his hand naturally drew a perfect semicircle.

His target was the shooter behind him who was currently aiming.

"Nani?!"

The shooter let out a terrified scream. He couldn't see Chen Xi's movements at all; he only felt a dark shadow rushing toward his face.

He instinctively wanted to pull the trigger.

But his finger stopped forever just one centimeter away from the trigger.

That rust-stained sickle was faster than his neural reactions.

It silently sliced through the rifle barrel, through both hands holding the gun, and finally, through his neck.

-

*Clack.*

The rifle barrel snapped.

*Thud.*

-

Two hands gripping the broken half of the rifle fell to the ground.

-

Then, a head with a terrified expression rolled far away, covered in dust.

-

-

Three seconds.

From the first Japanese Soldier's charge to the last shooter being decapitated.

The entire process took no more than three seconds.

Three living Soldiers, armed to the teeth, had turned into three mangled corpses.

And the perpetrator just stood there, panting heavily.

A few drops of warm blood had splattered onto his face.

-

The second floor.

The warehouse window.

Machine Gun Company Commander Shangguan Zhibiao and the Soldiers beside him were completely dumbfounded.

They had originally been prepared to fire in support.

But before they could even aim, the battle... was already over.

A young Soldier, still holding his rifle, had his mouth open wide enough to fit an egg. He instinctively nudged the comrade next to him.

"S-Squad Leader, are my eyes... playing tricks on me?"

The Squad Leader didn't answer him.

-

He just stared fixedly at the figure below, who looked like a demon god. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was dry.

"Damn... is that a man, or a ghost?"

Shangguan Zhibiao's pupils shrunk to the size of pinheads.

The veins on his hand holding the binoculars bulged.

As an officer who had seen a hundred battles, he could swear he had never seen such a bizarre, efficient, and terrifying way of killing.

That wasn't combat.

That was a slaughter.

-

At the same time, in Chen Xi's livestream room.

After a long five seconds of dead silence where the comments completely stopped...

The bullet chat erupted instantly, like a volcanic eruption.

[Holy shit!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[What just happened? I blinked, and they're all gone???]

[Recorded! Definitely recorded! 0.25x slow motion! Holy f*ck! That rifle barrel was cut clean through! That head just flew off!]

[Fake! It's gotta be fake! This is definitely a CG made by the game company! This physics engine shouldn't even exist!]

[The streamer is cheating! It's confirmed! I've already reported it! It'll be a crime if he isn't banned!]

[Wasn't this supposed to be a casual game? Didn't you say it was for farming and growing flowers? You call this weeding??? You're harvesting heads!]

[To the person above, the head of a leek is still a head.]

[That sickle... I want it! Game company, name your price! I'll sell my dad's Rolls-Royce if I have to!]

-

Chen Xi ignored the carnival in the bullet chat.

He stood among the three corpses. Now that the battle was over, his tense nerves finally relaxed slightly.

A strong sense of nausea, mixed with the weakness following a sharp drop in adrenaline, surged up from his stomach.

He leaned against a nearby broken wall and began to retch violently.

It wasn't that he had never killed anyone before.

But this kind of gore—splitting a person in half with a blade, a remnant of the cold weapon era—gave him an unprecedented sensory shock.

The smell of blood and the stench of internal organs mixed together and crawled into his nostrils.

He couldn't throw anything up.

His stomach was empty.

He just gasped for air, looking at his hands, which were trembling slightly from the exertion.

Just then, a shout with a heavy accent came from above.

"Don't move!"

Chen Xi looked up abruptly.

He saw a dark machine gun muzzle aimed at him from that second-floor window.