San Shang Zhi Er rushed forward rapidly, deliberately diving into crowded areas.
Regarding the rules, San Shang Zhi Er felt he had a good grasp of them.
The pursuit by the natives had a significant flaw: they had limitations even when eliminating nine people, let alone killing civilians.
Given this, it was an aspect that could be exploited.
However, relying solely on the crowd made it difficult to shake off pursuers. The moment the crowd became agitated, San Shang Zhi Er would be exposed. Furthermore, San Shang Zhi Er's current attire was conspicuous; the people here did not dress like him.
Therefore, San Shang Zhi Er had not yet devised a good escape method and could only run for now.
While thinking, San Shang Zhi Er quickly moved through the crowd and entered an elevator.
Some hunters spotted San Shang Zhi Er, but as San Shang Zhi Er had anticipated, the hunters did not act. There were other people in the elevator, and they could not directly shoot at San Shang Zhi Er.
Using the elevator to trap San Shang Zhi Er was also not feasible, as trapping him would mean all the other occupants were taken hostage by San Shang Zhi Er.
"Confirm the floor, evacuate the crowd as much as possible, and then conduct a encirclement."
A hunter spoke quickly. Whether it would be effective was uncertain, as the speed of the elevator's ascent made it too difficult to evacuate people.
Meanwhile...
San Shang Zhi Er briefly enjoyed a moment of respite, taking a deep breath.
But at this moment...
"Hey!"
A voice suddenly sounded from behind San Shang Zhi Er, followed by a hand resting on his shoulder.
San Shang Zhi Er instinctively turned around, and then...
Bang!
The hand pressed down on San Shang Zhi Er's head, pinning him against the elevator wall.
After a collision, the elevator instantly dented inwards.
San Shang Zhi Er reacted and immediately tried to draw his sword. But just as he grasped the hilt and pulled the blade out slightly, Bai Ye abruptly kicked, sending the sword flying to the side.
San Shang Zhi Er gritted his teeth and quickly formed hand seals.
"Ninjutsu, Substitution Technique!"
With a bang!
A cloud of white smoke appeared around San Shang Zhi Er. Immediately after, Bai Ye found himself pinning a piece of wood.
"Don't move!" San Shang Zhi Er's voice sounded from behind Bai Ye. "Or I'll kill her!"
San Shang Zhi Er grabbed a middle-aged woman in the corner of the elevator, pulling her in front of him. He even deliberately ducked his head, refusing to reveal himself at all.
However...
In Bai Ye's hand, the Steel Slime quickly writhed, and then the Thunder Fang Fury Beast was condensed by Bai Ye.
Pfft!
Bai Ye thrust forward.
The Thunder Fang Fury Beast pierced the woman's abdomen and also penetrated San Shang Zhi Er's waist.
San Shang Zhi Er's eyes widened. Looking at Bai Ye, he exclaimed in disbelief, "You?"
"My name is Bai Ye," Bai Ye said. "You can also call me Number Eight."
Threatening hunters with civilians was possible, but using them to threaten Bai Ye?
What did the fate of the natives have to do with Bai Ye?
Ding!
Just then, the elevator arrived, and the doors opened.
San Shang Zhi Er immediately pushed the woman away and darted out of the elevator.
Two hunters were lying in wait. The moment they saw San Shang Zhi Er, they immediately raised their guns to fire.
But San Shang Zhi Er's sword was fast!
Incredibly fast!
A flash of silver light, and the energy guns in the hands of the two hunters were shattered. Then, with a flick of San Shang Zhi Er's wrist, the blade swept across their necks.
The eyes of the two hunters widened instantly, and their bodies slowly fell, crashing to the ground.
However, San Shang Zhi Er also showed a pained expression. He looked down at his waist, where blood was continuously seeping out, staining his clothes.
San Shang Zhi Er ran forward quickly, simultaneously pulling out a bean paste bun to stuff into his mouth.
The bean paste bun was certainly no ordinary bean paste bun; it was likely a healing item. But San Shang Zhi Er couldn't get it into his mouth.
Sizzle!
A sound of crackling electricity occurred.
A current surged from behind, striking the back of San Shang Zhi Er's hand. The bean paste bun dropped to the ground, rolling to the side.
Amidst the current, Bai Ye stepped out, once again standing before San Shang Zhi Er.
"Dragon Soaring Flash, Decapitation!"
Without a word, San Shang Zhi Er took a step forward and swung his long sword at Bai Ye.
Bai Ye made no move to dodge, allowing the long sword to strike his neck.
San Shang Zhi Er couldn't help but be stunned. Did he hit so easily?
Was this guy not powerful?
A paper tiger?
As San Shang Zhi Er pondered, Bai Ye's neck was already severed. But just as his head separated from his neck, electricity suddenly appeared, reattaching the severed head to his neck.
Pfft!
Bai Ye swung his sword, slashing across San Shang Zhi Er's chest.
Accompanied by San Shang Zhi Er's scream, a shocking wound appeared, and a large amount of blood splattered from San Shang Zhi Er's chest.
San Shang Zhi Er retreated continuously, looking at Bai Ye incredulously. Although surprised, he quickly understood.
Physical attacks were ineffective against Bai Ye!
Enduring the pain from his wound, San Shang Zhi Er quickly leaped backward and formed hand seals: "Water Style, Mist Shadow Technique!"
San Shang Zhi Er quickly opened his mouth, spitting out a large amount of water mist that rapidly dispersed in all directions, instantly obscuring a large area.
"Trying to run?"
Bai Ye grinned and reached out directly.
Bai Ye was not fooled by this trick at all, because Bai Ye had already set up an electric field beforehand. Therefore, even if his vision was obstructed, it meant little to Bai Ye, who could still easily lock onto San Shang Zhi Er's location.
Sizzle!
As Bai Ye extended a finger forward, a large amount of current surged from his fingertip.
The next moment, the current shot forward, piercing directly into the mist.
San Shang Zhi Er was about to escape when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his calf, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.
Looking down, he saw a bloody hole in his calf. The lightning had pierced it like a sharp arrow, easily penetrating San Shang Zhi Er's calf.
San Shang Zhi Er gritted his teeth and got up, only to find Bai Ye walking towards him. He quickly formed hand seals again.
"Water Style, Water Dragon Bullet!"
San Shang Zhi Er roared. The moisture in the surrounding air was drawn out, quickly forming a water dragon that charged towards Bai Ye.
"This move is good!" Bai Ye looked up and said. "Unfortunately, there's no water here. Relying solely on moisture in the air is a bit lacking!"
As Bai Ye spoke, he slightly tilted his body forward, assuming a sword-drawing posture.
The next moment...
A flash of sword light!
The charging water dragon instantly turned into a large amount of water, scattering onto the ground.
San Shang Zhi Er remained seated on the ground, unable to get up.
On San Shang Zhi Er's neck, a bloodline slowly appeared.
Then...
His head suddenly fell from San Shang Zhi Er's neck.
Just as San Shang Zhi Er had intended to do to Bai Ye earlier.
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