Chapter 186 Confrontation

Although O'Connor knew things were going wrong the moment Fang Senyan lunged forward, he was, after all, a supporter-type contractor. His agility was as lacking as his physique, and his reaction was incomparable to someone specializing in agility. Therefore, he had only taken half a step when his leg went numb, indicating he'd been shot.

In the Nightmare Space, a place fraught with peril, almost everyone kept a trump card for survival. O'Connor was no exception. He immediately and calmly waved his staff, and a layer of glass-like transparent barrier appeared around his body, making it look as if he was inside a hexagonal glass room.

This was the ability that came with O'Connor's equipment: Prismatic Hexa-Shield! It could effectively reduce any damage within its duration!

When Das's gunshot rang out again, the bullet still flew sharply, but only scraped a few sparks off the transparent barrier. By the time it reached O'Connor, its killing power had been greatly reduced. At this time, O'Connor's raging fireball had already flown into the room on the second floor and exploded! It scattered in all directions like rain, burning fiercely. Its power seemed to rival that of a napalm bomb!

"The power of this Fireball spell…." Fang Senyan's pupils contracted. This was the first time he had a clear understanding of the spells in this world! In the current situation, the powerful contractors he had come into contact with all possessed terrifying area-of-effect damage once they unleashed their abilities!

Seeing this scene, Oran's eyes turned red. He allowed the three gray wolves to pounce on him at the same time, tearing at him wildly. A black light suddenly appeared on his hands, seething like boiling water. Even though it was a bright and sunny day, it gave people a creepy chill.

Then, Oran remained silent, as if enduring great pain. He knelt on the ground and slammed the black light into the ground. At the same time, a series of bizarre bell sounds rang out in the air:

"Come forth, Sadako's Touch!"

O'Connor was clearly only half a step away from hiding in the blind spot inside the house. However, the ground beneath him suddenly turned black, and a pale hand stretched out, grabbing his ankle! O'Connor seemed to be frozen in time. Even the smug look and contemptuous expression on his face were preserved.

Ability: Sadako's Grasp.

Source: The Ring

Obtained: Unknown

Prerequisites: Consume 33% of the caster's current health.

Medium: A strand of hair from a female corpse thirty-six hours after death (can be obtained in any world).

Effect: Summons Sadako's arm to touch the target's body, paralyzing them for a maximum duration of 15 seconds. During this period, the target has a 30% chance to break free from paralysis upon taking damage for the first time, a 60% chance to break free upon taking damage for the second time, and a 60% chance to break free upon taking damage each time thereafter.

Das obviously wouldn't miss this great opportunity, as a cold and calculating gunman. He didn't rush to attack O'Connor, but instead began to reload his bullets.

One bullet, one bullet, slowly and calmly loading the Mauser rifle.

Then, he even had time to blow on the muzzle.

And then he started aiming.

Shooting!

Das's eyes narrowed slightly, his finger lightly bent, and the recoil of the gunstock against his shoulder thrust backward. The scorching bullet sprayed out of the muzzle.

Then, he immediately activated his ability:

Reload: Triple Shot!

The essence of this ability was to use his own mental power to push the bullets in the magazine out, so it didn't reset the shooting interval.

After Reload: Triple Shot was fired,

The gun's own firing interval had also passed nearly three seconds.

In other words, if the target's agility wasn't high, this was equivalent to Das firing five bullets at him at once. For Das, this was currently his most powerful burst of damage. When hunting the Hill Giant, he had used this set of moves to deal a cumulative damage exceeding seven hundred points! Even with the protection of the Contractor Rules and the Prismatic Hexa-Shield, O'Connor still faced the strong threat of death!

Five deadly bullets flew rapidly. The first three continuously struck the Prismatic Hexa-Shield, shattering it completely, as if ice was dissolving in water, dissipating away.

The last two bullets exploded in O'Connor's heart and between his eyebrows, creating two tragic splashes of blood.

O'Connor had already been shot once and his health was low. These two shots directly reaped all his life force! Amidst the tragic spurting of blood, a blood-red key floated out, attracting everyone's attention.

At this moment, Fang Senyan had already taken a swig of strong vodka to restore some health, and then rushed out again holding the door panel. Although the door panel didn't provide any protection, it could block the sight of others and greatly reduce the chance of being hit in a vital spot. The timing of Fang Senyan's choice was precisely during Das's attack interval. At this time, the remaining power of the fireball that O'Connor had fired earlier was still present. The flames were still churning fiercely in the opposite room, and a heat wave rushed toward him from afar. He believed that the people inside wouldn't care about his existence.

By the time Das's shooting interval had passed, Fang Senyan had already slipped into his blind spot. At this time, even though the Banks Gang members on the construction ruins had a complete advantage, they also noticed the movement here and their eyes were filled with rage. Two or three people immediately rushed back to provide emergency support at all costs.

The remaining members of the Symbiosis Society happened to get a chance to breathe and took the opportunity to fire madly at the enemy's rear to vent their anger. Even more Banks Gang members discovered the fire in the rear and screamed hoarsely, telling Das and the bespectacled man Finley to quickly return to the rescue. However, the reactions of these two people were quite indifferent. As far as Das was concerned, he was originally a lone wolf. It didn't matter to him if more or fewer members of the Banks Gang died. The bespectacled man Finley's thoughts were naturally even more unpredictable -- if a few people didn't die to clear away some stumbling blocks and free up some space, how could his importance and development prospects be highlighted?

So, when Fang Senyan ran to the entrance of the Banks Gang's temporary treatment center, the nearest Banks Gang member rushing back to support was still dozens of meters away. Fang Senyan looked at the venomous and expectant light in his eyes, stopped calmly, and shrugged his shoulders. He didn't take the stairs, but instead jumped up, grabbed the eaves of the second floor, and then directly flipped over them.

The expression of the Banks Gang member who was chasing him instantly froze, becoming sluggish, and even carrying a hint of crazy despair. At this time, a burst of three shots swept from behind him, knocking him to the ground alive. This burst was actually fired by Mogansha, who was fighting with the enemy in the distance! Although Mogansha was also hit by two or three knives in a row, covered in blood, and in an extremely awkward and increasingly dangerous situation, he undoubtedly ensured that Fang Senyan had no worries!

Fang Senyan sneered. The Banks Gang's ambush this time was obviously a well-thought-out plan. Then, they would inevitably have included the protection of this temporarily constructed logistics base as a key point in their planning. How could there be no protective force at all? Therefore, he would naturally take an unconventional path and enter through the window. He would naturally avoid the various traps that the Banks Gang had set up in advance.

As soon as he went up to the second floor, Fang Senyan directly smashed open the door in front of him with a punch and rushed into the corridor. He happened to see Fant, whose body was still burning with flames, struggling to help the supporter-type contractor walk toward the rear. The seriously injured Stan had already been burned like charcoal and was obviously dead on the spot. No wonder O'Connor had also dropped a blood-red key. It turned out that he had just killed Stan and gained a kill value.

"It's you?" Fant looked at Fang Senyan, his eyes revealing a mixture of contempt and anger. He sneered, "I should have killed you last time. I didn't expect you to dare to come and court death?"

Fang Senyan smiled forcefully, the blood stains on his snow-white teeth were clearly conspicuous! With a flip of his wrist, he pulled out his dark and heavy axe and chopped directly at him! At this time, he had already seen clearly that the supporting contractor's cloak had probably been torn off after coming into contact with the flames, revealing her true form. She had a slender waist and fair skin, and looked very weak. She was a Western woman with an extremely beautiful appearance. Therefore, Fang Senyan's axe very shamelessly chopped at the woman's neck instead of Fant's side!

"Shameless!" Fant roared angrily. He suddenly held the two-handed sword with one hand and slashed horizontally at Fang Senyan's waist. Naturally, he intended to exchange injuries to force Fang Senyan to retract his move and parry. Who knew that Fang Senyan had long wanted to take a hit from his sword to test his attack power. He actually smiled indifferently at Fant and accelerated his axe, chopping it down.

Amidst the splattering of blood, the supporter-type female contractor let out a miserable cry. The magic robe wrapped around her body seemed to have very low defensive power. Fang Senyan's axe had cut a long gash in it, the fair skin setting off the ragged clothes and blood, forming an indescribable cruel beauty that resembled crushing delicate petals. Fant immediately roared as if Fang Senyan's axe had slashed him and caused ten times the damage.

Fang Senyan, who had been hit by Fant's sword, was knocked back a few steps, but it didn't produce a crushing effect. The actual damage of this sword was only twenty-seven points, even lower than Fang Senyan had expected. Fang Senyan didn't take the damage of this sword seriously at all. He laughed loudly and once again swung his axe overhead, ignoring everything!

Of course, Fang Senyan's target was still the supporter-type female contractor!

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