Chapter 232: Chapter 232: Niu Chongtian, You Really Did It!

The first rule of sniping, every sniper must possess not only an impeccable marksmanship but also a camouflage ability ten times stronger than their shooting skills.

It can be said.

A truly powerful sniper is not only an excellent marksman but also a master of disguise, especially in places like forests, where they’re undoubtedly the most terrifying enemy.

But once the camouflage is torn apart.

Then he’s just a helpless gunman.

At this moment, the Sword Qi strikes.

The man’s skin pores open wide, and a sense of crisis feels like needles pricking his back.

If he can’t dodge it, he’ll definitely be split in half!

Now there’s no time to think about why the opponent discovered him, why this person is moving so swiftly.

All he thinks about is survival.

His skeleton contracts suddenly, making him three inches shorter.

Then his body hunches, and with a nimble roll like a donkey, the blade brushes past his scalp, cutting off a few strands of broken hair, and fiercely striking the nearby ancient tree.

Crack.

The trunk, destroyed by the frenzied Blood Qi, sends countless wood chips flying, and the tree falls with a rumble, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Taking advantage of the gap created by the blade, the man has retreated over ten meters, his trembling eyes filled with horror.

This guy is practically a monster!!

A Tier Nine Martial Artist cannot possibly possess such power.

That single slash could drain the Blood Qi of an ordinary Tier Nine Martial Artist, yet this kid seems unaffected.

“Give it up, I’m Sequence Eight of the Gunman Sequence, Silent One, specializing in Peach River and environments like this. If I truly want to leave, you can’t stop me.”

The man stands on a distant tree trunk, watching Baiyu shake the blade.

He grips his sniper rifle tightly, but the shadow-like sense of crisis doesnt disappear, instead tormenting his Spirit every moment.

Does this kid have some backup plan?

With his speed, the opponent is just a Tier Nine Martial Artist; he shouldn’t catch up.

As he thought of this, a red light ignited around Baiyu, and his figure shot through the forest like lightning.

This speed.

Blood Escape Technique!

He recognized instantly that it was the speed attained through the Blood Escape Technique, but using it consumes Blood Qi immensely, leaving one collapsed after use.

Once Blood Qi is drained, it taps into Life Force.

This guy’s risking his life to kill him!

The man’s eye twitches, and like being electrocuted, he leaps from the tree hoping to escape.

But it’s too late.

“Great Ape King Fist!”

The speed of the Blood Escape Technique is fast as lightning.

Baiyu stops on the man’s inevitable path, stomps the ground with both feet, and with his right hand, raised into a fist, strikes fiercely.

A spectral Demon Ape behind him howls toward the sky.

Martial Intent!

The man’s expression becomes remarkably complex.

That look of disbelief is unforgettable.

Rumble.

A punch strikes down.

The man’s chest visibly collapses, punched with a fist mark, blood mixed with shattered organs spewing from his mouth.

He lies on the ground, breathing heavily, his life hanging by a thread.

“You, a Tier Nine Martial Artist, using Blood Escape repeatedly, even if you survive, you’ll be crippled. Is it worth it?”

The man stares at Baiyu.

Knowing he’s doomed, the fear has dissipated.

His vitals are utterly shattered, even an Immortal can’t save him.

As the Blood Qi enveloping Baiyu gradually disperses, he walks up to the man: “Who sent you to kill me?”

“Hehe, we’re both dying, and you’re concerned about that?”

The man can sense Baiyu’s blood Qi is completely depleted; even the lowest tier of Blood Escape Techniques, at Tier Eight of Spirit Technique, severely harms the body.

A Tier Nine Martial Artist using it is courting death.

“I wish to die more informed.” Baiyu sits beside him.

The man smiles wretchedly, “There’s no harm in telling you. The manager of Jianda Real Estate, Niu Chongtian. I never thought I’d die in such a damned place. With your potential, risking your life isn’t a loss?”

Baiyu doesn’t answer.

Sitting on the grass, the Ice Skin Jade Bone Skill rapidly takes effect.

A refreshing sense of Qi stirs within him, Blood Qi surges forth like a flowing stream.

The recovery power of Ice Skin Jade Bone Skill is enough to withstand the consumption of Blood Escape Technique.

Just as the man gasps on his deathbed, he senses the rich Blood Qi beside him, turns his head in disbelief to see Baiyu showing no trace of weakness.

“You…you…”

The man’s eyes widen, face turning red, unable to catch his breath, body twitching as his life visibly fades.

Dead!

Baiyu searches him thoroughly.

There’s almost nothing, save a bottle of cloaking potion, which might yield some formula upon analysis back home.

He returns to the house of the man selling Spirit Technique.

Seizes two scrolls of the “Extreme Demon Bone Tempering Technique” and several other Spirit Techniques.

“These two individuals must’ve plotted, one enticing, one killing, but the sniper hadn’t reckoned with me being an Extraordinary Tier Nine, thus missed the first shot.

Hmph.

Niu Chongtian, you truly are something!

To a diligent student like me, you’ve shown such cruelty, you cannot be spared.”

Baiyu collects over ten thousand in cash from the room, puts it in a cloth bag, and heads toward the Inner City.

The night is deep.

Niu Chongtian’s residence is a standalone villa, quite scenic.

After years of operating in the Shelter, his wealth is substantial.

“Rest assured, Mr. Niu, those two are top-notch experts. They can assassinate even Tier Eight Martial Artists; dealing with a mere Tier Nine Martial Artist is no issue.”

In the hall.

A greasy middle-aged man spoke confidently.

He stirs the scalding hot pot in front with chopsticks, occasionally fishing out pieces of tripe and swallowing.

Niu Chongtian chuckled, adding meat slices to the pot, “With your word, Brother Long, I’m at ease. Yet the kid is a Pioneer Noble; I’m concerned if his death causes trouble.”

“What of nobility? Are there few deceased nobles in the Shelter? Every year across the entire empire’s Shelters, dozens perish, nothing to fear.”

The greasy, disheveled middle-aged man snorted, slurping potato noodles from the pot.

Gurgle.

The boiling soup churned, steam rising from the pot, filling the room with a mist.

The two eat profusely, sweating.

Amid their heated conversation, an ear-piercing sound suddenly erupted. The room door was kicked into pieces, and Baiyu strode in furiously, “Niu Chongtian, enjoying your meal?”

The shout nearly made Niu Chongtian’s face turn green.

But seeing Baiyu barging in alone, his initial fear quickly subsided, anger rising boldly.

Before he could act, someone leapt forward.

“Kid, daring to come here, I’ll fulfill your wish to die!”

Brother Long shouted, Blood Qi Burst, directly charging at Baiyu.