I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 12: The Perfect Timing

As the two n retreated with their eyes closed, they occasionally made bizarre movents, sotis pushing off with their feet to instantly appear in another location, appearing utterly peculiar.

Only Loren knew that the two across from him were dodging his five bullets.

"It seems the Extre Wind Style is indeed as rumored." Loren nodded with satisfaction.

After satisfying his curiosity, Loren suddenly felt sowhat bored.

Having grown tired of playing, Loren snapped his fingers once more.

"The ga is over, Martial Artists."

As Loren's words fell, the five invisible bullets no longer moved at their previous sluggish pace.

After increasing the bullets' speed, the bizarre situation on the field changed dramatically.

The sound of bullets cutting through the air filled the entire area.

The two n with their eyes tightly closed furrowed their brows deeper and deeper, their dodging movents becoming increasingly frequent.

Until one of them lost his composure completely, and continuous defense made him montarily unable to dodge in ti, getting hit by a bullet.

After the bullet struck his right arm, it was followed by a violent explosion.

"Ah!" His cry of pain echoed along with the explosion.

The Martial Artist's right arm had been blown off.

In his haste, he could only mobilize his power to protect his torso and vital head areas.

Though his speed greatly decreased after being injured, he still tenaciously dodged the invisible bullets in the air.

For a Martial Artist who had tempered his body for years, losing one arm wasn't enough to make him lose his fighting capability.

Just then, a second explosion occurred.

The other Martial Artist had also been hit by the accelerated bullets.

However, he wasn't as fortunate—half of his body was blown away.

Even with half his body gone, he didn't die imdiately.

A Martial Artist's body, after years of tempering and training, possessed incredibly robust vitality.

Because of this, despite missing half his body, he writhed in agony on the ground.

While screaming in pain, his eyes remained fixed intently on Loren.

Hoping Loren would give him a quick death.

"It seems your fate ends here." Loren thought sowhat disappointedly.

The Wild Dog Gang leader had left these two to face him—he thought they might have so hidden cards up their sleeves?

Loren had been full of anticipation, hoping for a battle that would truly satisfy him.

But the result left Loren disappointed.

These two Martial Artists didn't give Loren the exhilarating fight he had hoped for.

They only allowed Loren to experience the lowly pleasure of toying with others.

And the pleasure of toying with others could only interest Loren for a brief mont...

Loren snapped his fingers again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three explosions sounded.

The remaining three black-gold bullets, under Loren's control, shot toward the two struggling n.

The Martial Artist with half his body blown away had his suffering directly ended by one bullet.

The other Martial Artist missing his right hand, after dodging several tis, was finally hit by the remaining two bullets.

The violent explosions similarly took his life.

The battle was over.

Loren looked around, surveying the first-floor hall that resembled ruins, slling the blood in the air.

He didn't feel any sense of pleasure, only finding it sowhat dull in his heart.

"The anticipation was built too high—what to do when not satisfied?"

Loren shook his head while standing in place, then lifted his foot to walk toward the building's second floor.

"Can only place hopes on Mr. Adrian who left, hoping he can give an interesting battle."

Loren thought sowhat distractedly.

At that mont.

Behind Loren, a spatial portal appeared out of nowhere.

A grenade, the most popular in the underground black market, was silently thrown out from this spatial portal.

The timing was extrely clever, perfectly catching Loren during his distracted state caused by unsatisfied battle desire.

By the ti Loren reacted, the grenade had already exploded behind him.

Before the explosion occurred, Loren only had ti to utter one questioning sound:

"Huh?"

As the most popular grenade in the underground black market, it was renowned for its great power and expensive price.

The grenade's explosion completely destroyed the building's first-floor hall, leaving even the entire building sowhat shaky and unstable.

Under the massive explosion, the building swayed back and forth several tis before barely settling down.

Fortunately, during its construction, the Wild Dog Gang had considered such situations and used extrely solid materials.

Even after enduring such a huge explosion, the building stubbornly remained standing.

And now, the first-floor hall had beco complete ruins.

Billowing smoke and flas filled the vast hall.

Or rather, this place could no longer be called a hall—it more resembled a burning inferno.

Intense high temperatures scorched everything, including the billowing dust raised by the explosion.

And right in the midst of this inferno.

Loren's sowhat crazy and excited voice drifted eerily from the billowing smoke and flas.

"Mr. Adrian, you've caught quite an excellent timing!"

A blurred figure slowly advanced through the sea of fire, step by step.

This figure's pace was neither hurried nor slow, appearing very rhythmic, like taking a stroll, not showing any frustration despite being ambushed.

Above the sea of fire, a spatial portal appeared again in the air, from which ca Adrian's sowhat helpless words:

"What a pity, even this couldn't kill you, Mr. Loren."

The blurred figure slowly walked out of the high-temperature flas and the vision-obscuring billowing smoke.

The figure gradually beca clear.

A pair of enormous black wings enveloped the figure, completely and tightly, as if isolating him from all external attacks.

And the figure wrapped in black wings chose to walk directly beneath this spatial portal.

The black wings slowly spread open, revealing Loren's tall figure.

Completely unhard!

Not even a speck of dirt on his black coat.

Not even the ticulous top hat on his head was tilted slightly.

Even the white flower on his chest remained unaffected by the explosion's high temperature, still blooming beautifully.

The only change was that the black crow usually perched on his shoulder was gone.

Perhaps that crow was the source of the enormous wings behind Loren.

At this mont, Loren's appearance seed extrely mysterious and powerful.

The black wings growing from his back made this man appear like a demon god erging from flas.

Loren lifted his head, gazing eerily at the portal in the air.

"Mr. Adrian, you've successfully piqued my interest."

Loren's tone sounded extrely happy.

Unfortunately, only silence followed, with no response.

The person in the spatial portal didn't speak again, choosing silence.

Then, the spatial portal chose to disappear.

In the vast sea of fire, only Loren's eerie laughter that made one's entire body run cold remained...