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Chapter 262: Sniping

Chapter 262: Chapter 262: Sniping

Translator: 549690339

Immortal Sword Body, activate!

A golden glow enveloped Song Jian, and eight long sword illusions seemed to guard him, enhancing Song Jian’s strength significantly.

His sword danced, revealing a silver light. Song Jian chose to advance rather than retreat, charging towards the incoming level-15 mutated zombies. As the battle went on, the violent killing intent in Song Jian’s heart surged once again, giving him a sense of absolute fearlessness and indifference to pain. The sense of coolness in his mind, however, sustained his sanity, preventing him from being drowned in madness and becoming a walking corpse driven only by a thirst for blood.

Roar-

A giant Desert Scorpion Beast Illusion, standing over two meters in height and over four meters in body length, appeared next to Song Jian. The moment it appeared, its scorpion tail pierced through a mutated zombie like a bolt of lightning, shattering the zombie with a gentle shake. The Desert Scorpion Beast charged into the horde of mutated zombies, reaping through them like a grim reaper. The zombies’ attacks phased through it as if attacking a shadow, causing no harm to the beast. But whenever the beast’s body touched a zombie, the illusion turned solid in an instant, inflicting significant damage on the level-15 monsters.

If the mutated zombies were capable of fear, the mere presence of the Desert Scorpion Beast would have sent them running in all directions.

As time passed, the corpses of the mutated zombies around Song Jian continued to pile up. Transparent flames danced around him, seemingly never to extinguish.

An hour earlier, the Black Dragon hatchling had its vitality points greatly reduced and was forced to retreat to the Pet Space, as it did not possess Song Jian’s restorative vitality.

Fighting against the attack of the mutated zombies, Song Jian was surrounded by countless monsters. Even with a vitality recovery rate of 300%, his vitality began to slowly drop.

“Break!”

Swinging his left hand in an arc, a silver Sword Qi, three meters long, bisected seven or eight zombies attacking him. Panting heavily, Song Jian sprinted with increased speed, weaving through the ruins of a collapsed six-story building and diving into a deserted alley.

Just moments before, Song Jian suddenly felt a strong sense of murderous intent. An immediate threat was closing in. He made a split-second decision to eliminate the zombies surrounding him, creating a breach in their circle, and made his escape.

After several twists and turns, he took refuge in a residential building. As the monstrous roars gradually subsided, Song Jian heaved a sigh of relief, taking out food and water to replenish his strength.

Earlier, Song Jian had slaughtered over eighty mutated zombies of level-15. The experience points he earned as a level-13 player had also increased slightly. However, the commotion they made was substantial. The mutated zombies’ roars sounded like they were drawing their comrades by communicating through sound.

As a result, there were more and more mutated zombies surrounding Song Jian. If he hadn’t realized something was wrong in time, he might have drawn every mutated zombie in the vicinity towards him.

Looking down from the rooftop, Song Jian saw a horde of zombies spreading out before his eyes, like a tide. In the distance, a special mutated zombie stood, over three meters tall and with four arms, its body shimmering with a dark metallic sheen. Evidently, this was a level-15 elite boss, lured here by noises of the battle.

At this sight, Song Jian couldn’t help but shudder. Had he not detected the danger and acted when he did, he may have stayed to fight a little longer. By then, the four-armed elite zombie enticed by the noise of the fight, together with the tidal wave of regular mutated zombies, might have left him with no chance to escape.

Just then, Song Jian felt a sudden sharp pain in his temples and looked up towards a distant skyscraper where a blinding light flashed.

With a bang, his heart leaped at the sight of a blaze of fire spouting from the rooftop of the skyscraper. It was teeming with cold murderous intent.

“A sniper!” The thought surfaced in Song Jian’s mind. The next moment, his body vanished, replaced by a large black mist spreading across the rooftop.

Bullets were fast, but their speed was also relative. The skyscraper was some distance away from Song Jian’s location, and even a sniper bullet needed some time to traverse the gap.

Song Jian could feel the frigid bullet swiftly piercing the black fog, easily drilling into the rooftop floor, leaving behind a fist-sized hole.

Having narrowly escaped, Song Jian was covered in cold sweat. The bullet had very nearly struck him. If he had hesitated for a split second, the fist-sized hole in the floor would have been instead in his temple.

“Captain, the target was not hit!” Qi Yun, lying on the edge of the skyscraper, reported through an eight-times magnification scope. He had witnessed Song Jian vanish, replaced by a black mist enveloping the rooftop.

Although Qi Yun is a healer, it doesn’t prevent him from mastering sniper skills. The sniper rifle in his hand is a level-10 silver weapon, and he aims for Song Jian’s head. They are unaware of Song Jian’s “Vertical Pupil” equipment. For a regular level-13 player, a direct headshot from a sniper rifle could be lethal.

“The target seems to have advanced classes and some strange skills at his disposal. Abandon the long-range ambush. We’ll move in for a close capture.” Ma Jiang said dispassionately. “Chu Ping, sneak in and confirm the target’s specific location!”

“Understood!” Chu Ping chuckled. He sheathed his dagger, pulled out a rope, and began to rappel down the skyscraper’s edge.

In just a few seconds, ChuPing went from the top of a hundred-meter-high building down to the ground. With a swing of his arm, he gathered the rope and stuffed it into his backpack before sprinting towards Song Jian’s hiding spot.

“Let’s go as well.” Ma Jiang and Qi Yun quickly left the skyscraper and followed Chu Ping.

Song Jian was now driven by anger. He had long forgotten his grudge with the Gathering Area 101 and never expected them to send assassins after him so long after the event. He assumed he had once again come across some other treasure-hunting player-killers.

“If you wish to die, 1’11 grant your wish!” Song Jian was filled with rage. Coming face to face with Death in the previous encounter made him feel a strong urge to rip his enemies apart.

Swoosh-

A cloud of black smoke fell to the ground. Song Jian quickly deactivated his black fog and dashed towards the far-off skyscraper.