Chapter 142: Chapter 142: Zigzag Bullet

Three red lines streaked across the air, piercing Chen Ling’s shoulder, abdomen, and thigh, pinning him to the ground.

Intense pain surged through his body, Chen Ling’s long hair scattered as he looked up at the terrifying opponent before him, surrounded by floating threads.

His expression was calm; he had long estimated the Tailor’s strength and anticipated this outcome. It was nothing more than a final struggle.

Yes, merely a final struggle.

Chen Ling lay on the ground unable to move, the threads perforating his body, any minor movement causing him immense pain.

Suddenly, he raised his head and threw the blade in his hand towards the Tailor, making one last desperate attempt.

Meanwhile, as the blade flew through the air, Su Changxing seized the moment on the other side, pulling a backpack from his back and tossing it towards the Tailor, tracing an arc through the sky.

The Tailor’s head had some quality that protected it from ranged attacks, and the red lines in the space vibrated, oddly evading the backpack entirely.

The Tailor frowned tightly, realizing he couldn’t control the threads to attack the backpack; something felt amiss. Yet, he didn’t dodge and instead arranged more red lines in front of himself.

If he moved his body, his control over the red lines would weaken.

Su Changxing raised a handgun, aimed at the backpack, and pulled the trigger when he, the backpack, and the Tailor aligned in a straight line.

“Bang~”

A brass-colored bullet burst from the barrel with a flash, passing through the backpack, grazing past the Tailor’s head, heading straight for the Tailor.

Not just one bullet—Su Changxing emptied all the bullets in his magazine, six bullets flying in succession, some aiming at the Tailor, while others did not, but all headed in that direction.

These six bullets were Su Changxing’s final offensive measure; there was no way he could engage the Tailor in close combat, and even a bow and arrow posed almost no threat.

Due to the Tailor’s head, the surrounding thread trajectories were chaotic, and indeed, there was a large area of open space.

Though the Tailor didn’t know why this happened, he wore a confident expression and swiftly drew a multitude of threads in front of himself.

He stood without moving a step, his hands in his pockets, looking at Su Changxing with a faint, exaggerated smile.

This time, he seemed to really be smiling.

The entire space was under his control; in this state, he was invincible, and he hoped these Otherworld insects understood this—despite having firearms, it mattered not.

In an instant, more red lines appeared around the Tailor, as if a faint red veil was spread across the space.

Su Changxing opened his eyes, dark and deep, gripping his right hand tightly, watching the flying bullets.

The red lines moved swiftly, catching up under the warning of the gunshot, precisely slicing and deflecting them one meter from the Tailor.

Two bullets flew past the Tailor.

Those were Su Changxing’s missed shots, just about a meter from the Tailor’s side.

It was quite a ridiculous miss, but humans do make mistakes, and the Tailor didn’t pay it much mind.

Su Changxing smiled slightly, holding a black, old chess piece in his hand. As the bullet flew past the Tailor, invisible ripples spread in space, and a ghostly light emanated from the chess piece.

[Vector Chess Piece: Middle Rank of Dingguan, changes the direction of physical attacks or deflects them, including projectiles and impacts, with no restrictions, usable twice only.]

The Vector Chess Piece essentially changes the direction of objects and forces, provided they can be touched.

The bronze bullets flew to the Tailor’s ear, eerily shifting direction at a sharp angle, threading through the gaps between the red lines, shooting towards the Tailor, drawing a ’7’ shape curve in the air.

It was too sudden; the Tailor reacted, but the threads couldn’t catch up.

“Snap~”

This bullet, like the most lethal fang, struck the deadliest spot.

A mass of blood erupted from the Tailor’s temple, and disbelief appeared on his face; he was hit.

The red lines in space abruptly halted as if losing control.

In the eyes of the onlookers, the Tailor, pushed by the bullet’s force, heavily collapsed to the ground.

“Dead?”

Sun Xiaolin clutched his injured arm, staring dumbstruck at the fallen Tailor, not expecting that Su Changxing had so effortlessly killed the Tailor with a single shot.

The others shared the same expressions, shock mingled with a tint of joy, the happiness of surviving a disaster.

Yet, Su Changxing’s brow remained furrowed, his expression without any relief, sensing that the Tailor wasn’t dead, at least not completely.

An Extraordinary’s body was greatly reinforced; flesh, meridians, and bones were all strengthened. For a Tier Eight Extraordinary, the reinforcement was even greater; a single shot wouldn’t necessarily kill him.

An enemy like the Tailor, as long as he’s alive, poses an enormous threat.

Zhang Daxi also realized the same issue, raised a pickaxe in his hand, stepped forward, and swung at the Tailor’s head.

This was an extremely dangerous move; if the Tailor could control the threads, he would instantly be attacked by multiple red lines.

“Swoosh~”

A red line in the space moved again, neatly piercing through Zhang Daxi’s chest.

Zhang Daxi’s movements froze, staring blankly at the Tailor on the ground, not expecting that, even in such a situation, the opponent could still kill him effortlessly.

Su Changxing immediately took out a longbow, drew an arrow, aimed at the Tailor on the ground, and fired an arrow, piercing the Tailor’s head precisely without the interception of red lines.

The Tailor glanced at Su Changxing with his peripheral vision, the light in his eyes quickly fading, and blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, the Extraordinary life force not allowing him to die completely just yet.

He showed a trace of madness on his face, and a red line suddenly shot towards Chen Ling’s forehead.

“Dah~”

Everything happened in an instant.

A red line landed on the ground next to Chen Ling’s head, creating several cracks.

It wasn’t that Chen Ling dodged; the red line simply missed. Until his death, the Tailor couldn’t violate the characteristics and drawbacks of his position.

The Tailor died, and the red lines in space gradually dispersed like illusions.

Su Changxing noticed the extremely fine threads on the ground, picked them up for a look, and found them exceptionally soft, easily breaking with a tug, seemingly just ordinary threads.

A kill notification popped up on his phone.

[Killed a human (Extraordinary), gained 3000 points]

He took two steps forward, picked up the backpack on the ground, and a roar echoed in his ear.

“Kid, that was too risky; if I die, you won’t survive either.”

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