And his weapon also reflects his imnse power.
It's an iron ball, half a ter in diater, attached to a thick iron chain.
Seeing Chen Shouyi rushing over, he imdiately jerked the chain alertly, the iron ball whirring around him, with its nearly half-ton weight, it would injure if touched, kill upon impact.
Chen Shouyi sneered, maintaining his speed, as he approached, he suddenly kicked the ground, his body almost hugging the surface, gliding swiftly forward, the Barbarian's face changed abruptly, hastily swinging the iron ball to change direction.
Unfortunately, such a high-mass weapon, while powerful, also has huge inertia, lacking agility.
The iron ball had just moved when a figure had already slipped in, touching the ground, penetrating the attack zone, and the next mont, he felt sothing cool on his right foot; a foot had already separated from the body, and he let out a frightened roar.
But before he could exhale fully, the roar abruptly stopped.
A cold gleam streaked across his back, then the upper body was carried away by the iron ball, intestines spilling out.
Listening to the heavy crash of the iron ball hitting the ground, producing a loud bang, Chen Shouyi remained expressionless, resting on his knees, panting heavily.
Even with his strength, after fighting all the way, he started to feel a bit exhausted.
"Gurgle!"
A hunger signal ca from his stomach; since noon till now, he hadn't had any food, the food in his belly was completely digested, and now he was incredibly hungry.
At this mont, he heard so noises, and lifted his head, seeing battle birds landing on the ground one by one like dumplings, with winds stirring up dust.
He took a deep breath, his breathing entirely stabilized.
The truly difficult battle was just beginning.
Chen Shouyi glanced around at the surrounding factories, moved his body, took a few strides, and leapt over the walls of one of the factories.
...
"Search!" A Barbarian with a fierce beast tattoo on him said grimly in common language, "Three people in a group, find this prey for !"
"Do we catch him alive?" a Barbarian asked.
"Kill him, this is hunting, not a ga. A smart hunter would never risk his life!"
"Yes, captain!"
...
Under the night, three Barbarians swiftly entered a dark factory like ghosts, where machine tools were arranged neatly everywhere.
"The thick stench here seriously interferes with my nose, I hate this world," a young Barbarian muttered.
"Keep quiet, there are footprints here, he's right here," a middle-aged Barbarian with frightening scars on his face whispered.
"I'll go inform the captain!" another tall Barbarian said.
"Hurry!" Scarface nodded, this prey was quite powerful, one bad move and the three of them might all die here.
The tall Barbarian didn't say anything, got up, and quickly left the factory.
The remaining two continued searching, the surroundings silent, except for the sound of their breathing, there was no other noise.
The tall Barbarian jogged all the way, just as he ran out of the factory door, a figure silently dropped down, causing no air movent whatsoever.
The tall Barbarian faintly sensed sothing amiss, prepared to look back, when a pair of big hands gripped his head firmly, then twisted forcefully, with a crisp "crack," his head bent at an odd angle.
Before the body landed, the figure silently descended to the ground, quickly stepping forward to adjust the Barbarian.
"Not good, retreat!"
Hearing the crisp "crack," Scarface Barbarian already sensed sothing was wrong, as an experienced hunter, he could not fail to discern the sound of bones breaking.
The young Barbarian understood and imdiately retreated slowly with Scarface.
At this mont, the two suddenly heard faint footsteps, their hearts tensed, quickly turning around:
"Wu Sang, why did you return so quickly?"
The opponent stood beside a strange gigantic machine of this world, silent, head bowed, body swaying slightly, then slowly toppled to one side, the two glanced at each other, a chill rose from their hearts.
Just then, a fierce wind began to howl around.
A blurry silhouette shot out from behind a piece of machinery like lightning, the young Barbarian barely reacted, his whole body shuddered, his head pierced with a large hole, taking down one Barbarian with a sword strike, the silhouette didn't pause at all in its advance, bypassing the corpse, charging at another Barbarian.
Scarface reacted, alarm bells ringing, swiftly backing away on foot, anwhile reaching for his sword, just as the sword was drawn an inch, the silhouette was still two ters away, when the sword was fully drawn, a sword light had cut into the neck's skin.
...
"Six more to go!"
Chen Shouyi thought to himself.
He lightly shook the Long Sword, blood not yet flowing off the blade instantly shook off, becoming shiny as new, then his body rged into the shadows, swiftly leaving the factory.
...
The supernatural ability to manipulate the atmosphere is a boon for assassination; he could completely negate air movent while walking, even expel so air, creating a thin air zone around him, reducing the noise while moving.
The sounds heard by the ears are mostly propagated by air, the thinner the air, the fainter the sound, as long as he lightens his footsteps, he can walk almost completely silently.
A minute later, he applied the sa technique, successfully eliminating another group of Barbarians.
However, this was the last stealth attack.
He stood expressionlessly in a pool of blood beside the bodies, panting heavily, the remaining three Barbarians stared at him furiously yet fearfully, hesitatingly advancing towards him step by step.
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