I'm not a theatre god

Lu Xuanming could judge where the attack was coming from through the direction of the airflow when the blade cut the air, and used the advance [Iron Clothes] to defend...but he could not judge the shooting position of the bullet.

So, he got shot.

The bullet pierced his thigh, making Lu Xuanming completely lose his center of gravity. A huge force suddenly came from his chest, and his whole body was kicked away!

The dust was flying and Lu Xuanming, who lost his vision, fell heavily to the ground.

He sat up from the ground reflexively, but at this time he had completely lost his direction and had no idea where the enemy would attack... Blood gurgled from the bullet hole in his thigh, and his face looked extremely ugly.

Is this the sense of oppression at the third level... Even if it's just the Thieving God who is not good at fighting, it is still not something that the first level can handle.

In the desolate wilderness, No. 8 held a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, and walked towards Lu Xuanming expressionlessly.

He silently raised the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at Lu Xuanming's eyebrows, who was on guard in the darkness. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a voice came from the side.

"Is this the last one left?"

No. 8 was startled, and turned around to look, only to see Jian Changsheng, covered in blood, staring at him not far away. His face, which was carved with ferocious scars, was full of excitement and desire.

"Killing this...should be regarded as a great achievement, right?"

He laughed loudly, and like a bloody arrow, he rushed towards here quickly!

Is there another person who has embarked on the Bingshen Path?

No. 8 frowned slightly.

Jian Changsheng's speed was extremely fast, even Lu Xuanming who had activated [Iron Clothes] could not catch him. He just crossed dozens of meters in a flash and came to No. 8. The latter was shocked and immediately Shoot him several times!

Bullets hit Jian Changsheng's body one after another, and his speed surged again. A blood-stained fist roared towards No. 8!

"Steal 'Light'!"

No. 8 activated the skill again without hesitation.

Jian Changsheng, who suddenly lost his vision, was like Lu Xuanming, flying around like a headless fly. Just when No. 8 breathed a sigh of relief, a rock-heavy straight punch hit him firmly in the chest. !

This punch directly broke two of No. 8's ribs. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Lu Xuanming closed his eyes, and at some point he touched his side. A dark fist was clenched in the air, facing the direction of No. 8 coldly.

"Your voice reveals your position." He said calmly.

No. 8 reluctantly climbed up from the ground, with a sinister look in his eyes. At this moment, a piece of rice paper quietly floated over him.

"Certainly."

The fonts temporarily outlined with blood gradually faded and disappeared. Pu Wen stood aside with empty hands, making secrets with one hand.

The figure of No. 8 suddenly froze in place like a sculpture.

Two law enforcers who lost their sight, and one immobilized fire usurper, entered a strange state of silence on the battlefield...

A few seconds later, Lu Xuanming was the first to end his blindness and hit No. 8 like a cannonball. The latter also broke free half a second later, stole Lu Xuanming's field of vision again with one hand, raised the gun with the other hand, and fired three shots in a row!

"Damn it! Is his stealing unlimited?" Lu Xuanming cursed in his heart!

Three bullets roared into Lu Xuanming's body, two of which were bounced off by the randomly covered [iron coat], and the last one pierced his shoulder, and his arm that was holding a fist suddenly dropped down.

No. 8 still wanted to shoot, but found that the magazine had been emptied. He had no choice but to throw it away. At the same time, a sharp pain came from his waist and abdomen!

Jian Changsheng's punch directly shattered No. 8's kidneys, and then he hugged his waist with both hands and fell to the ground hard!

"Now, let's see how you can run away?!" He said with a sneer.

Jian Changsheng's vision was stolen so late that he has not recovered yet, but he followed the sound of gunshots to find No. 8, punched his internal organs, and rode his whole body on him.

After all, No. 8 was unable to defeat four hands with only two fists. Although Lu Xuanming was seriously injured, he was still surrounded by Jian Changsheng. He glared at Jian Changsheng who had his eyes closed, gritted his teeth, and stole his dagger directly in his hand. , stabbing at each other's body crazily!

Jian Changsheng ignored No. 8's attack, laughed twice, and smashed his bloody fists at No. 8, obviously intending to exchange injuries for injuries!

At first, No. 8 was able to stab him a few times, which hurt his vitals, but as he was punched several times in a row, his consciousness became blurred. In the end, he could only lie on the ground like mud and let the fists rain down.

The punches hit the flesh, and the punches broke the bones!

Pu Wen, who had used up all the rice paper, stared blankly at the bloody and ferocious scene in front of him, and couldn't help but frown.

Of course he recognized Jian Changsheng, but he didn't know what he had gone through, from a cowardly and humble lackey to such a lifeless murderer...

"That's enough!" Pu Wen said.

Jian Changsheng acted as if he didn't hear anything and punched him hard several times, causing blood and flesh to fly.

"That's enough!!" Pu Wen stepped forward and shouted again.

Only then did Jian Changsheng stop. He glanced at the inhuman No. 8 under him and stood up slowly...

"It's over..." he said, "I killed this fire usurper! The credit is also mine!"

He looked at Pu Wen as if he was declaring some kind of sovereignty.

"No one will take your credit." Pu Wen looked around, "By the way, have you seen Yan Xicai?"

"I saw it. He was killed by a fire usurper."

When Pu Wen heard the news, he frowned. He stared into Jian Changsheng's eyes, as if he wanted to see through them... The latter also stared at him without fear. There was nothing visible on that ferocious scarred face. What emotion.

Lu Xuanming on the side breathed a long sigh of relief and stood up unsteadily. After regaining his sight, he walked to the hill beside and looked into the distance.

"...all dead."

"What?"

"They're all dead." Lu Xuanming looked at the corpses strewn across the field, "Only the three of us survived."

Pu Wen and Jian Changsheng were startled, and then they walked up the hill. Wherever they could see, there was only blood and corpses... No one was left standing, whether it was the fire usurper or the law enforcer.

In this melee, the law enforcer won in the end... although the victory was extremely brutal.

Three blood-stained figures stood side by side on the hill, the breeze blew through their clothes,

One [Shura], one [Sirius], one scholar... They are the final winners in this world.

Pu Wen's face was a little ugly. Although he hated Yan Xicai, he was hired by the other party after all. This time Yan Xicai died in the Bingdao Ancient Cang. If the news spread back to Aurora City, it would definitely cause chaos, and he would most likely be questioned. responsibility;

Lu Xuanming didn't have any expression, but maybe because he was shot and suffered too much blood, his face was as pale as paper.

As for Jian Changsheng... He looked at the corpses scattered all over the mountains and plains. After being silent for a few seconds, he started to laugh:

"The final winner...is me."

Snap, snap, snap——

When everything was silent, a crisp sound of applause came from behind.

The three of them were stunned at the same time and turned to look.

A figure in a red opera robe was sitting on the top of the blood-colored rock at some point, looking down at the three of them with a smile... His hands wearing ruby ​​rings clapped gently, like an audience member expressing heartfelt praise.

"Wonderful." He smiled,

"I seem to be able to experience the fun of being an 'audience'?"