Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 615 - 17: Successive Deaths (Third Update, 10,000 words)_2

Chapter 615: Chapter 17: Successive Deaths (Third Update, 10,000 words)_2

Dantai adeptly buried the detonator into Fan Wujing’s teeth.

"Brother Fan." The young armed policeman’s tearful face showed, Du Ziyu also looked sorrowful, patting his subordinate’s shoulder, "Come back alive."

"Why cry? He’s not dead." Pang Meiqin rolled her eyes at them and said, "The more afraid of death you are, the faster you’ll die. Don’t just think about escaping, keep your eyes on the Buddha statue and attack at opportune moments."

Pang Meiqin shared her observations, but Fan Wujing didn’t take them to heart. When it came to combat, he had more experience.

"Can I borrow your shotgun?" Ditching the micro storm brought into the Trojan Room, after inspecting the Type 03 rifle and feeling it lacked firepower, Fan Wujing turned his attention to Tang Zheng’s Demon Slaying Holy Flame.

"Patron, you can borrow the weapon, but if you lose, it becomes part of our spoils of war." The Immovable Ming King wasn’t foolish. With one glance at the Holy Flame, he knew it was a valuable item and swiftly pressured Tang Zheng.

Fan Wujing’s face darkened; with those stipulations, no one would be willing to lend out their vital tools. He was about to enter the arena with his rifle, but someone held his arm back.

"Take it. You’re going to win" Tang Zheng patted Fan Wujing’s shoulder, "Or, more importantly, stay alive".

"Don’t be rash, it’s an S-grade artifact that we don’t have." Pang Meiqin tried to grab it back but was stopped by Tang Zheng, "I want to see him survive."

"Thank you." Fan Wujing was both grateful and impressed, and he felt courage beginning to kindle within him. The prisoners watched Tang Zheng, their eyes flickering. To be honest, they wouldn’t have lent even a single bullet.

The young policeman glanced at Tang Zheng, his hostility towards Tang Zheng dissipated significantly. Du Ziyu had started to look a little uncomfortable.

"Don’t waste any more time, come here quickly." The Golden Mace Buddha statue was impatient, its eyes burned as it stared at the Demon Slaying Holy Flame, eager to snatch it.

"There are one hundred bullets inside, that should be enough. Go ahead." Tang Zheng led everyone to retreat again.

"Die!" Seeing Fan Wujing static, the Buddha statue didn’t wait for the Immovable Ming King to start the match and immediately started a True Word, suppressing him, then it jumped into mid-air, employing a meteor crash.

Fan Wujing had excellent physical strength, he didn’t panic nor did he flee. Instead, he ran sideways while shooting.

The deer bullet wrapped in golden flames shot towards the Buddha statue, it fiercely swung its golden mace, blasting the deer bullet directly, without any damage to itself.

Fan Wujing was startled, and fired the second round. He chose the most common way to reload: placing his left hand in the trigger guard and his right hand pointing the gun at the Buddha statue. Although he could fire five shots per second, both hands were occupied.

The Buddha statue was swift, and the two golden maces were obviously A-grade artifacts, producing a small light shield when swung. Even if the mace itself didn’t hit the buckshot, the light shield would explode the buckshot.

Fan Wujing was temporarily safe, but his method of attack was too single – it was useless aside from buying time. He wouldn’t use up the bullets before the intensity of this mobile combat exhausted him. The Buddha statue wouldn’t tire.

The battle had been at a stalemate for three minutes, and the newbies didn’t dare to breathe. They could see that Fan Wujing was growing weary.

The Buddha statue spat out another True Word, dropping like a meteor again. After landing, it flicked its golden mace. The mace was like a crossbow arrow, aimed strictly at Fan Wujing.

Without any reminders, Fan Wujing had been side-stepping attentively and dodged it. Bang, bang, he fired five consecutive shots. There was only one golden mace, leaving the Buddha statue’s defence much weaker. One shot hit its shoulder, exploded directly, and shattered into a mist of blood and minced meat. The entire arm fell off.

Fan Wujing was thrilled and was about to shoot again, but an arm shot out of the blood mist, like a javelin stabbing at his heart. He twisted his waist, his legs felt weak, barely avoiding it. Had he not been wearing body armor, he would have been injured.

"Careful, behind you!" The armed policemen cried out in alarm.

Fan Wujing had already heard the piercing sound tearing the air behind him, but his body was moving too slowly. The golden mace shot back, hitting his lower back, piercing through his protective clothing, shattering flesh, and taking a kidney with it.

Thud. Fan Wujing spat out blood, falling to the ground. The thick fresh blood seeping from his waist drenched the bluestone floor. He didn’t get up before a golden ’swastika’ true word struck him.

It was like being crushed under a thousand catties heavy boulder. Fan Wujing’s muscles were visibly squeezed, his skeleton mournfully creaked, making a crunching sound.

"Die!" The Buddha statue did not stop; it threw out the golden mace again, intending to nail him to the death.

Aside from Tang Zheng, everyone else’s face turned ashen, especially the newbies, who trembled in fear as they thought, this is a trained armed police officer, and he cannot win. If they were chosen, wouldn’t they certainly die?

"Brother Fan!" The young policeman cried, trying to save him, but Dantai stopped him, "Don’t cause trouble."

"Let go of me." The young policeman struggled. Dantai originally wanted to knock him out with a karate chop, but looking at his bloodshot eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to do it and instead subdued him by tying his hands behind his back.

Fan Wujing realized that he probably had no chance of surviving. As he struggled to avoid the golden mace, he stumbled his way towards the crowd of Buddha statues who were watching from the side. His intent was to detonate the bomb at the last moment and kill as many enemies as possible.

Thump, the golden mace shot back, breaking Fan Wujing’s one arm, making it limp like a noodle. He spat out blood, looking at the group of Buddha statues watching him coldly from five meters away, as if watching a dying dog, he realized he probably won’t be able to make it to them. Catching a glimpse of the Buddha statue throwing another mace out of the corner of his eye, he used his last strength to adjust his body.

Boom—the golden mace directly hit Fan Wujing’s back, piercing him and sending him tumbling into the group of Buddha statues five meters away.

The Buddha statues saw his life force quickly fading away, loudly cheering, even forgetting that these people can self-destruct. In their eyes, this guy is now so weak that he can’t even lift his fingers, and he will die in a few seconds.

"Ha, die." Fan Wujing was so weak he could not even speak, let alone move his fingers. Seeing the grief and pain on the young policeman’s face, he felt a sense of satisfaction. He had not let himself down by guiding and taking care of him after he joined the team, but from now on, he had to rely on his own strength.

Fan Wujing bit down on the detonator lodged between his teeth. A ball of flames rose with a boom. It instantly swept over the hundreds of Buddha statues that were still mocking him. They were blasted into ash.

"No!" The young policeman saw the last smile on Brother Fan’s face. There was a sense of satisfaction, regret but also a faint sense of anticipation. He knew that it was Brother Fan’s last wish for him to stay alive.

"Explosive." Li Yulong highly praised. This one blow reduced almost a fifth of the Buddha statue’s forces. It was incredible.

"He was a real man." Lin Weiguo sighed. He did not blame Tang Zheng; only by doing this would the probability of their survival be increased.

Tang Zheng was silent. The Demon Slaying Holy Flame was flung high up into the sky by the explosion. Seeing that burned arm tightly grasping the grip of the gun, he clenched his fist and warned himself more than a dozen times, only then he could resist the urge to kill.

The Immovable Ming King’s face turned iron blue. Was this considered a victory? Looking at the dozen or so Buddha statues who narrowly escaped but were now rolling all over the square in a desperate attempt to extinguish the flames, it made his blood boil. Not to mention the dozens of scorched and shattered corpses that deeply stung his eyes.

Xu Biyun summoned a puppet and picked up Tang Zheng’s Demon Slaying Holy Flame.

"You’re cheating!" The Immovable Ming King appeared in front of Tang Zheng in a flash, pointing at him and accusing him with spittle flying from his mouth.

"How is it cheating? Self-destruct? Who asked your men not to dodge? If they hadn’t been mocking the corpse, would this have happened?" Tang Zheng snorted coldly, suppressing the urge to ambush. He still needed to wait a while longer, at least until they had reduced the number of Buddha statues by a hundred. Only then would their chances of victory significantly increase.

"That’s my spoil of war. Hand it over." The Immovable Ming King was frustrated, so infuriated that he almost spat out blood. Indeed, the other side didn’t stop it from running away. In a fit of anger and humiliation, he pointed at the Demon Slaying Holy Flame and roared. He had decided that if they retracted their offer, he would start killing immediately.

"Sure." Tang Zheng tossed it over without hesitation.

The Immovable Ming King did not expect him to actually throw it over. He was taken aback and was hit in the left eye by the handle of the gun, causing a large bag to swell up. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come and vote on qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)