Chapter 1500 - 1501: The Advancing Three Swords
"Mad Blade!"
Yang Fei was greatly shocked, sprinting wildly, he charged towards Mad Blade.
At the same time, his rifle fired repeatedly, suppressing the sniper hidden in the dark.
The hidden sniper emerged violently from the bushes.
The grass-green figure, like a cheetah, leaped swiftly, dodging Yang Fei's bullets, and tumbled into the thick shade.
"Damn, it's Smith!"
In that instant, Yang Fei clearly saw the true face of the sniper.
He was clutching a heavy sniper, moving like a phantom through the jungle, evading Yang Fei's bullets.
His movement technique was different from Yang Fei's bullet-dodging technique.
Yang Fei evaded the enemy's bullet trajectory through meticulous calculations.
Smith relied on his agile movement, swift as lightning, to leap and dodge at the very last moment before a bullet struck.
This speed was indescribably fast.
Ordinary humans, even those who practiced martial arts like Mad Blade, could not reach such a speed even after breaking through Danjin.
Of course, Yang Fei's speed was a notch above Smith's.
True Martial Masters have already reached the peak of human speed, capable of easily capturing even true cheetahs and hummingbirds.
Not to mention genetic humans modified with a mix of cheetah and hummingbird genes.
Seeing Yang Fei take action, Smith dared not linger.
He rolled twice in succession, hiding behind a birch tree, ready to strike.
Yang Fei's rifle remained locked onto Smith, not daring to slacken, while his body swiftly moved closer to Mad Blade.
"Mad Blade, how are you?"
Mad Blade lay on the ground, struggling to get up.
A large piece of his scalp was grazed by a bullet, bloody and missing half an ear, looking extremely frightening.
However, upon seeing his condition, Yang Fei was relieved.
No matter what, he managed to escape with his life from Smith's gun.
In this battle, with Mad Blade surviving, his fame would naturally rise in the future.
Smith was ranked third among the King Snipers, and escaping with one's life from his grip was an incredible feat.
Mad Blade's face was a mess of blood and sweat, extremely disheveled.
Shivering with lingering fear, he repeatedly patted his chest.
"Damn, I've never encountered such a terrifying sniper. Two shots wounded me, if not for jumping away from the third shot, my head would have exploded."
Yang Fei nodded, eyes fixed straight ahead, his rifle aiming firmly at the birch tree.
"Go quickly, this guy is too powerful. As long as you're here, I can't guarantee your safety."
Mad Blade was startled and quickly left the area.
"Little Bird Yang, be careful, kill that bastard, crush his balls!"
He left the heavy sniper for Yang Fei, rolled twice, and disappeared downhill in an instant.
Smith's voice came through the dense foliage.
"Yang Fei, I've always been curious, why are you unknown on the sniping rankings? With your skills, you should be in the top five."
Yang Fei sneered disdainfully: "That's because I'm low-key."
"Hmph, to tell you the truth, I am Magic Shadow. If you want to deal with me, you'd better measure your own strength first."
"You're Magic Shadow? Heh, no wonder you disdain the ranks of the sniping list."
Smith's sly voice was filled with astonishment, suddenly enlightened.
The Assassin and Sniper rankings are the most prestigious global lists.
Yet a King Assassin can be a King Sniper, but a King Sniper isn't necessarily a King Assassin.
The reason is simple: King Assassins are far more terrifying than King Snipers.
King Snipers can only bring out their best with a gun in hand.
But King Assassins can turn anything into a lethal weapon.
Knives, poison, poison needles, even a piece of string or a leaf, a playing card can kill invisibly.
Many would rather provoke ten King Snipers than provoke a single King Assassin.
Smith laughed heartily, his voice filled with excitement.
"Excellent, today let me end your legendary assassin career. By killing you, I will be qualified to challenge the top of the sniping list."
As he spoke, his entire body suddenly leaped out, performing three or four rolls, entering an even more concealed forest.
His voice came from afar: "Come, let's have a good fight."
Yang Fei knew that this guy was exceedingly dangerous to other Evil Dragon Soldier Kings, so he had to personally engage him.
At the very least, Yang Fei needed to entangle him, preventing him from attacking his brothers.
Yang Fei whistled, pursuing Smith's figure in high spirits.
On the other side, Three Swords, Shen Feng, and the completely berserk Octopus Gene Warrior were battling.
The two of them were doing their best but still fell back, barely able to protect themselves.
Three Swords' longsword was infused with his entire body's Essence Qi, buzzing loudly, more formidable than an ordinary sword.
However, when Three Swords thrusts his sword, unleashing flashes of cold light, cutting at the bone tentacles of the Octopus Gene Warrior, it was like striking extremely tough steel cables, difficult to sever.
And Shen Feng, whose Martial Arts Realm was weaker, couldn't resist at all.
Nevertheless, Shen Feng was extremely clever, grabbing a rifle, loading live rounds, firing bullets insistently at the Gene Warrior's head and abdomen.
This couldn't cause any substantial harm, but it effectively restrained the Octopus Gene Warrior.
The Octopus Gene Warrior, fully berserk, hadn't changed in the upper body.
But the lower body, with eight spear-like tentacles, launched a relentless assault, terribly fierce.
Three Swords' longsword infused with Essence Qi suddenly buzzed, its blade glowing with green light.
Countless vortex-like air currents formed a long bluish sword edge over a yard long around the longsword.
Sword Gang!
Three Swords was stunned for a moment, then realized that he had broken through Gang Strength at this moment of life and death.
He was filled with joy and leaped into the air, slashing his sword down at the Octopus Gene Warrior's long tentacles.
Swish!
With a peculiar sound, the long bone tentacle snapped in the middle, blood gushing out.
"Ah, no...
This severed limb pain caused the Octopus Gene Warrior to howl miserably, then rolled into a ball and fled like the wind.
Three Swords, after succeeding with one strike, wouldn't relax; he chased like lightning, with Shen Feng holding his rifle also charging forward.
As Three Swords pursued for a few dozen yards, suddenly a large white net fell upon him.
Seeing it wasn't good, Three Swords rolled instantly, but it was too late; the net ensnared Three Swords' left foot, with an enormous stickiness holding him firmly.
Three Swords struggled with force but couldn't break free.
He felt his neck tighten, a thick cord grabbing his throat, sticky and uncomfortable.
Three Swords spun his longsword, cutting at the cord, and with a tearing sound, used Sword Gang to sever the cord.
But at that moment, Three Swords' left hand, right leg, and waist were all entangled by similar cords.
He was hoisted into the air.