Life Game In Other World
Chapter 533: Interlocking Rings (Super-Sized - , Seeking Monthly Passes)

Chapter 533: Chapter 533: Interlocking Rings (Super-Sized Chapter, Seeking Monthly Passes)

The roaring explosion hit the concrete ground, sending fragments flying amidst the curtain of rain.

Amidst the chaos of flying debris, a mercenary to the south widened his eyes. In the next second, a sharp dagger plunged into his neck.

Accompanied by spurting blood, He Ao took hold of the mercenary’s exoskeleton armor with one hand, deftly turned to adjust his direction, then stepped on the ground and instantly rushed towards another mercenary beside the fallen one.

When facing multiple foes, one should prioritize taking out the enemy with high attack power but weak defenses who can be easily killed.

If you start by challenging strong enemies that are hard to deal with, these weaker enemies will take potshots from the side, harass you, and give strength to the powerful, making them even harder to defeat.

So in such cases, the correct approach is to go from the weakest to the strongest, from the easiest to the hardest.

First, kill the ones with high attack but frailty.

Amidst the flying stones and dust, He Ao’s figure moved swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, he had taken down the second mercenary.

And as he charged towards the third mercenary, a slender figure appeared in front of him in an instant.

The flash of cold light from the alloy dagger collided with the mercenary’s standard-issue dagger, cutting through it as easily as a knife through tofu, severing the entire blade with ease.

A piece of the dagger remained in He Ao’s hand, while another was ejected by the powerful impact and pierced the neck of another nearby mercenary.

The third mercenary fell.

Simultaneously, He Ao’s figure flashed, and he rolled to the side.

"Is this intuition, or calculation?"

The slender man, holding the alloy dagger, turned and watched He Ao who had rolled to the side.

The attack just now was of course not an accident; He Ao had chosen his angle well and used his attack to kill the third mercenary.

He had guessed as much.

"You can take it as calculation, or as intuition," He Ao replied, discarding the dagger handle in his hand.

The metal dagger handle fell into the water, causing a slight splash.

Super Memory had not yet established a combat model for the slender man, but it was still possible to quickly construct a model for the trajectory of a thrown dagger.

However, due to the uncertainty of the data, Super Memory only provided He Ao with a rough estimate of the collision angle and location, and He Ao, relying on his combat intuition, chose the one most likely to be accurate.

At the same time, He Ao’s gaze pierced through the top of the slender man’s head, glancing at the tall building not far opposite him.

He was now very close to the sniper.

After advancing to C-level, Super Memory also significantly enhanced his vision. Now at the limit of his sight, on the distant high-rise, there was a blurry shadow, the sniper, and the sniper’s soul.

And where his vision could reach, there was where the power of Super Memory could reach.

"Very impressive combat intuition."

The slender man tilted his head and let out a beast-like chuckle as he stepped towards He Ao.

"Your dagger isn’t bad either," remarked He Ao, picking up the two Gauss Guns hanging around his neck.

The slender man’s dagger was not a Transcendent item; it was a weapon like Vian Adam Type 2 alloy sword, forged using technological means to harm C-level entities.

However, it was evident that whoever forged this dagger wasn’t as well-off as Vian; hence, he could only craft such a single-edged short dagger instead of owning a whole room full of alloy swords and materials like Vian.

"Thanks for the compliment," the slender man rasped a laugh, then his figure abruptly vanished, the cold brilliance of the knife aiming for He Ao’s neck.

He Ao also raised his Gauss Gun, taking aim at the man’s right shoulder and fired.

At the same time, he darted to the side.

He had been standing still for too long.

Indeed, as he moved away, a bullet hit the spot where he had just been standing, breaking the concrete on the ground.

The sniper had been watching him all along.

The shot He Ao had just fired hit the man’s right shoulder, and the massive impact once again struck the man.

Previously, whenever a Gauss Bullet approached, the slender man would mobilize his muscles, adjust his posture, and dissipate the bullet’s impact. But this time, he didn’t make any defensive moves; his speed didn’t decrease in the slightest.

The lean body collided with the high-speed bullet; the sharp projectile penetrated his flesh, entering his body.

But that was all; the bullet didn’t cause him much damage, and his speed was barely affected.

He Ao, dodging the sniper’s attack, didn’t seem to expect this outcome. It was already too late to retreat; the slender man’s figure had passed through the flying debris and was in front of He Ao, with the knife’s glow stabbing towards his neck.

In the blink of an eye, He Ao dropped the Gauss Gun from his hands and reached out sharply, wrapping a bit of his Divine Sense around his hand and directly grabbed the incoming dagger blade.

The gaunt man suddenly changed his move, his other hand turning into a claw, reaching for He Ao’s throat, but it too was grabbed by He Ao’s other hand at the wrist.

Then He Ao took a slanted step back, leaning against the wall, his veins bulging as he mustered all his strength to ward off the man’s attack.

All these developments happened very quickly. To the mercenaries outside, everything only took the blink of an eye. He Ao and the gaunt man were entangled in a fight before they even had the chance to react.

He Ao had chosen his angle well. His slanted step back had shifted the gaunt man’s position just enough, placing him between He Ao and the mercenaries.

Now, if these mercenaries fired their guns, most of the bullets would hit the gaunt man.

The remaining mercenaries seemed to realize this, and the one who looked like the commander lit up the walkie-talkie on his chest.

But before he could speak, a calm male voice came through the walkie-talkie, "Don’t rush, I’m looking for an angle. No hurry, I’ll have it soon."

Hearing this, the commander fell silent for a moment and turned off the walkie-talkie.

...

Meanwhile, at the same time on a high-rise building, a sniper was slowly moving his gun muzzle, his smart scope showing the current wind direction and speed.

Through the optical sight, the sniper’s gaze passed over the back of the gaunt man, landing on He Ao’s forehead, who was locked in a stalemate with him.

"Soon."

A hint of smile formed at the corner of his mouth, his index finger resting on the trigger.

...

Elsewhere, the gaunt man’s blade was also pressing on the hand that He Ao was using to hold the blade, inching towards He Ao’s neck.

Since Jess was seriously injured and his physical condition couldn’t be fully utilized, even with Super Memory activated, He Ao still found it difficult to handle the gaunt man.

"The ability you obtained from the Evil God is not bad," the gaunt man inched closer to He Ao, a flicker of desire for bloodshed in his eyes, "but unfortunately, you don’t have a suitable weapon to unleash its full power."

"Don’t you have one?"

He Ao glanced at the blade pointed toward his neck and said calmly.

"Interesting," the gaunt man, looking at the blade being held by He Ao, scoffed, "Want my dagger? Then try to take it. If you can snatch it away, it’s yours."

In that instant, he suddenly exerted more force. The blade gripped by He Ao swiftly slid across his palm, and fresh blood flowed out. The sharp blade thrust towards He Ao’s neck artery.

But at that very moment, the gaunt man realized something was off—He Ao’s grip on the blade had weakened compared to before.

However, by the time he grasped the issue, it was already too late. He Ao’s body had already moved backward along the direction of the incoming blade, and his own body leaned forward with the force of his thrust.

He Ao, who had only had his back leg against the wall, now had nearly his whole body leaning against it, while the gaunt man tilted forward accordingly.

The spot where the gaunt man stood was exactly where He Ao had stood, and his head was precisely where He Ao’s had been.

Trapped!

Without hesitation, the gaunt man abandoned his attack on He Ao, pulling up the dagger and retreating backward with a sidestep.

But in that moment, he found the dagger in his hand was held tight by a tremendous grip. He looked up towards the direction of the dagger.

He Ao was clutching the blade firmly, his arm muscles bulging under his blood-soaked sleeve, his body immobile.

This guy was holding back his strength just now!

The gaunt man did not hesitate for a moment and immediately let go of the short dagger in his hand, breaking free from the grip of He Ao’s other hand, and leaped back.

All of these actions were completed almost instantaneously: He Ao moved back, the gaunt man leaned forward, the gaunt man abandoned the dagger and moved back.

As they made these moves, a thunderous gunshot also suddenly sounded. The flying bullet instantly buried itself in the gaunt man’s shoulder, with blood, carrying a red glow, splattering everywhere.

If the gaunt man hadn’t decisively let go of the dagger just now, that bullet would have entered the back of his head. Even if it didn’t kill him, it would have inflicted severe damage.

He Ao released his grip, and the blood-soaked dagger fell with gravity. The handle of the dagger landed in the palm of his hand, and he grasped it tightly.

Strictly speaking, he hadn’t held back his strength. Instead, he had used a method of energy gathering mastered in the main world, concentrating strength in his left hand holding the dagger for a short time. Correspondingly, his right hand temporarily lost strength, which the gaunt man easily broke free from.

The cold, metallic dagger in He Ao’s hand spun, changing from a reverse grip to a proper grip.

Blood flowed down the handle onto the blade, eventually mixing with the hazy rainwater.

Attaching Divine Sense to his hand provided some defense, preventing He Ao’s hand from being directly severed by the dagger, but it couldn’t negate all the damage.

From the beginning of the battle, He Ao was analyzing not only the combat models of the surrounding mercenaries and the gaunt man, but also the sniper’s.

Clearly, the sniper was a man very confident in his abilities. Indeed, he performed excellently, several times forcing He Ao into even more dangerous situations with his shots.

Such a confident person enjoys taking on high-difficulty actions, such as taking a headshot at the most dangerous moment.

Of course, the key reason why He Ao could grasp the timing so accurately was that he had placed a marker on the sniper when he had looked at him, allowing him to capture a rough sense of the sniper’s thoughts.

At this moment, the gaunt man who had been shot in the shoulder glanced back at the mercenary commander behind him.

Just as the mercenary commander was about to explain, the gaunt man swiftly grabbed a mercenary at his side and with sheer strength, twisted his neck, breaking it in an instant.

"What are you doing?"

The mercenary captain said angrily, and in an instant, the remaining six mercenaries all aimed their guns at the gaunt man.

"Since you’ve been paid, you might as well deliver some final value."

The gaunt man’s figure flashed, and he charged directly into the midst of the mercenaries.

Gunshots erupted fiercely, and the mercenary captain, sensing that something was wrong, turned and ran.

These mercenaries’ shooting skills were naturally not as good as He Ao’s, and after several shots, no one hit their mark.

A look of slight surprise appeared on a few mercenaries’ faces; they saw how easily He Ao had hit the gaunt man as if he was catching the bullets with his body, and they thought that it must be easy to hit the gaunt man.

But their expressions of surprise did not last long; they would be forever frozen on their faces.

The gaunt man, like a tiger among sheep, slaughtered the remaining mercenaries without mercy.

At this moment, He Ao charged forward as well.

Of course, the gaunt man wasn’t going to take his anger out on these mercenaries just because he was shot in the shoulder.

His actions were calculated; the ’Ruthless Bandit’ ability grew stronger with more killings, the more he killed, the stronger he became, until he reached a limit.

After losing his weapon, the gap in strength between him and He Ao had already narrowed, and He Ao might have even been slightly stronger. Therefore, he needed some killings to increase his power.

And these mercenaries were the closest people to him.

After killing these mercenaries, he glanced at the mercenary captain, who had almost disappeared from sight while running away.

Then, he looked up at a small building nearby. Some rooms in the building still had lights on, and many windows faced the alleyway where they currently were.

But not a single window was opened.

This area, designated as a ’hunting ground,’ was not uninhabited. On the contrary, many people lived here.

The residents nearby definitely heard the explosive sounds of gunfire just now, but those living in the West District were accustomed to such chaos. They knew all too well that coming out to ’enjoy the show’ would only increase their risk of death.

Sometimes, however, danger doesn’t disappear just because people wish to avoid it.

The gaunt man’s figure flashed instantly to the window of a home on the first floor.

The more slaughter he committed, the greater the enhancement to his abilities.

"Mommy, why is there a booming sound outside?"

A child’s tender voice came from the room.

"It might be someone renovating their home."

A shadow stood in front of the window, securing it shut.

"Mommy, turn on the TV, the superhero show is about to start!"

"Okay, okay."

The shadow turned, waving a hand, and the sound of the TV filled the room.

The gaunt man had already reached the window, slapping a hand towards the glass, trying to grab the shadow behind it.

Amidst the noise of the TV, the shadow muttered, "There are no real superheroes in this world."

A dagger gleaming with a cold light sliced towards the gaunt man’s outstretched hand.

The gaunt man swiftly withdrew his hand and retreated. The dagger then swept upward, aiming for the gaunt man’s neck.

"Mommy, it looks like there’s someone outside the window!"

"There’s no one outside, honey. Let’s not watch TV today."

The noisy TV in the room suddenly went silent, and the bright lights turned pitch-black.

The gaunt man crouched down, leaning back to dodge He Ao’s attack, and then he swept his leg towards He Ao’s lower body at the same time,

With the two of them in close proximity and the gaunt man moving at high speed, there wasn’t time to evade. He Ao channeled all his energy into his right shin, then mobilized his Divine Sense to coat his leg, and fiercely kicked out, colliding with the gaunt man’s leg,

With a crisp sound, He Ao’s shin hit the ground, and an intense pain shot through him.

The gaunt man rolled out, struggling to stand after a couple of attempts.

The exchange left both of them injured, but the gaunt man was clearly more severely wounded than He Ao.

After the dagger had been taken, the power balance between the two wasn’t truly even, because He Ao had a multitude of support abilities. What he lacked was only a weapon that could breach C-level defenses and kill the gaunt man.

In theory, with a D-level weapon, He Ao could rely on his Divine Sense to boost it to C-level and inflict damage on the gaunt man. The problem was, he didn’t have even a D-level weapon on hand, only some standard quality mercenary daggers.

To boost such a dagger not only consumed a significant amount of Divine Sense but might not even achieve the effect of killing a C-level.

The best strategy, then, was to take the gaunt man’s alloy dagger. Such action would both enhance He Ao’s power and weaken the gaunt man.

That’s why He Ao had concocted a plan to snatch this dagger.

Once he had a weapon that suited him, even with his severely injured body, it wasn’t that difficult for He Ao to kill the skinny man.

He Ao took action without hesitation, lunging forward again. The skinny man attempted to rush into the building that was closer at the moment, but due to his leg injury, his speed was greatly reduced, allowing He Ao to catch up to him almost instantly.

The icy brilliance of the dagger swung forth again.

The skinny man tried to mimic He Ao’s move, reaching out with both hands to grab the dagger, but the blade, imbued with Divine Sense, instantly severed his fingers before slashing open his neck amidst his shocked expression.

Bright red blood gushed out.

The chaotic energy instantly destroyed his body.

The neck, also a focal point of his energy.

His eyes widened with the last vestige of surprise as he fell forward onto the ground.

Meanwhile, He Ao looked up and leapt forward in an instant.

A booming explosion sounded right where he had been standing seconds before.

That sniper.

He Ao glanced once at the figure on the high-rise at the end of his sight and swiftly took cover behind a building.

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The sniper on the high-rise, peering through the scope at He Ao taking cover, revealed a scornful smile, moving the scope and scanning the surroundings. He knew that He Ao would definitely try to counter.

Soon, he saw He Ao’s arm extending from the edge of the rooftop through the scope.

"Retreat! Retreat! This time’s employer is a madman, and the target is beyond our capability," a hoarse shout came through the radio.

The sniper pressed his hand on the radio, cutting off the communication. His gaze stayed on He Ao as he continuously adjusted the rifle’s aim.

He saw a bloodied figure climbing to the rooftop and approaching his location, then lifting two rifles strung around his neck.

One seemed to be out of bullets and was cast aside, and then the man raised the other rifle, aiming in the sniper’s direction.

Fool!

He sneered inwardly.

If there had been two rifles, he might have been worried about the possibility of two quick shots, but with only one rifle, there was only one chance.

That rifle also lacked any aiming aids; with the poor sights of the G-K2 Gauss Rifle, how could it possibly hit a target miles away in the rainy night that was not even visible to the eye?

His head rested on the scope, slowly lining up the crosshairs with He Ao’s forehead.

At the same moment, He Ao also leaned his head on the Gauss Rifle. He braced the buttstock against his shoulder, steadying the barrel, his expression calm.

Of the two Gauss Rifles, both had three bullets left when he encountered the skinny man. He fired five shots, one magazine was now empty, but there was still one bullet left in this rifle.

The power of Super Memory unfolded, and at the edge of his vision, a blurry figure stood in the rain on the high-rise.

If it were a "Mercenary’s" ability, one could directly replace the scope with the naked eye, but obviously, Super Memory could not do that.

It was too blurry.

But Super Memory had other abilities.

He Ao slowly closed his eyes as a grand model of the nearby urban area formed in his mind, which quickly shrank to only include the building he stood on and the high-rise where the sniper was located.

The world was reduced to just the two of them.

The Gauss Gun in his hand was also constructed within the model.

He had been familiarizing himself with this rifle from the start, and now, it was time to test all that he had learned.

He Ao’s finger tightened on the trigger.

At the same moment, the sniper’s finger also tightened on the trigger.

Bang—

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He Ao slowly opened his eyes, turned around, and without looking back, walked towards the direction he had come from.

His body, covered in scars, staggered across the rain-soaked rooftop.

In the distance on the high-rise, a figure clad in black raincoat toppled backwards, crashing heavily into the puddles.

Blood dyed the clear rainwater red.