Chapter 73: The Snipe and the Clam Fight

Ding——

The tip of the knife pierced the throat of the first-level law enforcer, as if it was pierced into steel, making a sharp sound of metal clashing!

The fire usurper suddenly felt numb in his palm, and a bad premonition came to his mind. The next moment, the law enforcer who lost his balance suddenly twisted his body, and a black fist whistled and hit his jaw, and the terrifying force directly threw him away!

Broken teeth mixed with blood fell on the barren land. This punch knocked the fire usurper dizzy. He subconsciously raised his hand to steal the opponent's weapon, but stole nothing...

He couldn't steal other people's "fists".

The law enforcer himself didn't expect that the frontal combat power of this group of "thieves" was so poor. His confidence grew wildly, and he suddenly threw out a whip kick!

At this moment, his eyes suddenly went dark!

Losing his target and direction, he could only kick down nothingness with this kick, but he almost fell to the ground because of losing his center of gravity.

"What's going on? I, how can I..."

The loss of light in such a chaotic battlefield made this law enforcer who had just stepped onto the path of God panic. He raised his hands and groped in the dark like a blind man, calling out in fear.

Then, he felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if something was pressing against it.

Bang!

A gunshot.

His head exploded instantly, and blood and brain matter splashed on the ground like a blooming bouquet.

A wisp of green smoke drifted from the muzzle of the gun, and No. 8 stood behind the collapsed body with a gun in one hand, with no expression on his face.

"I said, don't underestimate the enemy."

The usurper whose jaw was shattered by a punch struggled to stand up, his eyes full of pain.

No. 8 looked at the battlefield on the side. Four first-level soldiers and four usurpers were fighting in a group. In close combat, the soldiers had a clear advantage and almost suppressed the other usurpers, who could only rely on stealing weapons to barely maintain the situation.

Among the seven usurpers who entered the ancient storage of the soldiers, only No. 8 reached the third level. He snorted coldly and was about to walk towards the battlefield when a voice came from a distance:

"Fire."

A piece of rice paper opened in the wind, and a hot fireball instantly shot out from the word [Fire] and hit No. 8's face straight!

No. 8 frowned and immediately retreated. A fierce fire broke out at his previous position, almost submerging his body...

"He is just a first-level book god. He is really looking for death!"

A cold light flashed in No. 8's eyes. He immediately gave up helping other usurpers and rushed towards Pu Wen on the hill. The latter had a very solemn expression. He took out a piece of rice paper from his sleeve again without hesitation. Just as he was about to open it, the paper disappeared out of thin air.

At the same time, No. 8 tore the rice paper in his hand into pieces and said coldly: "I stole your calligraphy, what else can you do?"

Seeing that No. 8 was getting closer and closer to him, Pu Wen subconsciously took a step back and shouted to the side:

"Yan Xicai! What are you waiting for?!"

As soon as this sentence came out, Yan Xicai, who had been hiding and watching the show, finally made a move. He raised his palm with a ruby ​​ring in the air and uttered a cold word from his throat:

"Rubbing--"

Invisible torque burst out from nothingness, and No. 8's hair suddenly exploded. He dodged to the side without hesitation, but even so, his right hand was still involved!

The sound of broken bones rang out, and No. 8's arm was visibly twisted into a knot, hanging down limply. He roared in pain, and his eyes were full of rage when he looked at Yan Xicai!

The moment Yan Xicai looked into his eyes, he turned around and ran without hesitation!

"Sure enough." Pu Wen's eyes flashed, "Your 'stealing' is also limited by distance... You can steal my rice paper now, but you can't steal his ring. The maximum distance... should be less than 50 meters?"

No. 8's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Pu Wen with unprecedented seriousness... He still underestimated these young people.

This guy had already made a plan against him!

No. 8 gave a look to the fire usurper next to him, and the latter immediately understood, stole a few weapons, and chased in the direction where Yan Xicai fled!

Originally, there were many law enforcers who had not set foot on the sacred road blocking the path, but when they saw No. 10 rushing towards them with murderous intent, they all exclaimed and ran to both sides desperately, making way for him.

"You are very smart, but so what?" No. 8 turned around and said coldly, "Your teammate doesn't seem to be that reliable... If he runs away, how can you survive?"

Pu Wen didn't say anything, nor did he take out the rice paper again. Instead, he pinched a seal with one hand in front of him and whispered: "Wind."

At the same time, under his clothes, a piece of rice paper for life-saving quickly faded, and a whirlwind blew from the void, blowing his robes into the air... His figure shook, and with the blessing of the wind, he fled to the distance at an astonishing speed!

He actually still has rice paper? !

No. 8 gritted his teeth and quickly chased after him. He could see that this young man from Shushendao was Yan Xicai's think tank and the most difficult one.

No. 10 has already gone to hunt down Yan Xicai. As long as they steal his sacrificial vessel, it should not be difficult to kill him... As long as Pu Wen and Yan Xicai are killed, it will be difficult for this mob of law enforcers to accomplish anything.

...

On the other side.

Yan Xicai ran away with two law enforcers.

"Young Master Yan, aren't you going to help Young Master Pu as planned?" an enforcer asked blankly.

"How can I help? If I don't run, they will steal my ring soon. How can I protect myself then?" Yan Xicai held the ring in his hand like a treasure, "This thing is very precious... It must not fall into the hands of others."

The three ran for hundreds of meters before stopping to take a breath. Yan Xicai was about to say something, but his palm suddenly felt lighter.

He was stunned for a moment and looked down.

The red ring has disappeared...

"Finally I caught up with him." A voice came from not far away. Yan Xicai turned his head and saw the fire usurper codenamed No. 10 playing with the red ring and sneering at the three of them, "Run, why don't you run?"

Yan Xicai's face turned pale!

He pushed the two law enforcers from behind without hesitation, pushing them towards No. 10, and turned around to continue running down the hill!

The two law enforcers didn't expect Yan Xicai to be so cruel at all. They were caught off guard and ran directly into No. 10's face.

No. 10 snorted coldly, and a short sword slipped from his palm. After dodging half a step to the side, he instantly cut the throat of one law enforcer. The other reacted and wanted to escape with a scream, but was still killed by No. 10 with a sword.

The two bodies fell to the ground one after another. No. 10, covered in blood, looked in the direction of Yan Xicai's escape with an extremely cold look.