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Chapter 76 - 76: 76: Small Pavilion
Chapter 76 - 76: 76: Small PavilionTranslator: 549690339 |
Zhao Sihai’s eight-fold scope was always aiming at the Ghost Tree where Song Jian was hiding. Each shot with the M24 required the bolt to be pulled back. The time it took was short for ordinary people, but for Song Jian who was already at level seven, a second or two was enough time to do a lot of things. Therefore, even though Zhao Sihai still had the upper hand, he was panicking on the inside, daring not to let his guard down for a moment.
Sweat was slowly seeping from Zhao Sihai’s forehead. Afraid to wipe it away, he watched as a drop slid pass his eyebrows, and fell into his eye. Zhao Sihai felt a sting and involuntarily twitched his eye.
Just then, the Ghost Tree he had been aiming at suddenly had a shadow dart out from the left. Zhao Sihai pulled the trigger instinctively.
Bang-‘
With a loud bang, a look of joy filled Zhao Sihai’s face.
“Hit!” he exclaimed.
But before Zhao Sihai could even get up, through his eight-fold scope, he saw another figure dash out from the right side of the Ghost Tree. The object he hit earlier turned out to be nothing more than a worn-out blood-stained shirt.
“Damn, how can this be!” Zhao Sihai was momentarily panicked, quickly pulled the bolt back, but when he went to aim at Song Jian again, he found the man had begun to serpentinely move.
After Song Jian used his shirt to obscure Zhao Sihai’s view, he rushed from behind the Ghost Tree towards Zhao Sihai’s position, zigzagging his way through treetops and rocks, avoiding the enemy’s line of sight. With Song J fan’s agility of level 5, his running speed could already rival an elite human athlete.
Zhao Sihai was caught off guard, trying to predict Song Jian’s movement to secure a hit.
Bang-
Another Ghost Tree behind Song Jian was shot, leaving a large crater the size of a bowl. Zhao Sihai’s right hand shook slightly as he pulled back the rifle bolt again,
System: Li Ke’er’s pet “Little Purple” has attacked you, causing a critical damage of 32 points to your right eye, leading to functional damage. Your right eye is blinded.
“Ah, what’s this…” On reflex, Zhao Sihai sprang up from the wooden bench, waving his arms wildly to guard his face.
Blood trickled from his right eye, staining half of his face red. The muscles on his face twisted in pain. Zhao Sihai’s mind went blank as the sudden attack sent him into a panic.
At this moment, Song Jian, like a freed tiger, rushed towards the small pavilion in the center of the lake.