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With his palm, he attempted to block the spinning sharp Spearhead. No matter how one looked at it, it was a foolish act akin to an egg hitting a rock, yet the opponent chose to do just that.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, not just surprised but seemingly contemplating something.
Clang!
His palm did not directly grasp the Spearhead but instead held onto the smooth point where the Spearhead connected with the wooden shaft.
As soon as he grabbed it, the spear momentarily hesitated, as if truly being blocked.
"Not good!"
Ye Mingshang's heart sank, and he quickly withdrew his palm, stepping back rapidly for seven or eight meters.
With the distance too great, he could no longer launch continuous attacks, and the middle-aged man also halted his assault, standing firm with his spear.
Crash!
Accompanied by a sound of shattering, a hole suddenly appeared in the chest area of Ye Mingshang's leather jacket, faintly revealing the skin underneath. This sight startled Ye Mingshang and caused him heartache; he could imagine that had he not dodged just now, the Spearhead would have likely pierced through his chest. He certainly did not believe that his flesh and blood could withstand such a weapon without injury.
Hiss!
Before it was over, Ye Mingshang suddenly felt a tightness in his throat. He reached up to wipe it and found faint traces of blood.
This shocked him further, reminding him of the earlier moment when he had dodged the second shot that grazed his neck.
The wound was not deep, just a shallow mark that hadn't even touched a blood vessel; it only oozed a little blood before stopping.
However, even so, it was enough to instill fear. After all, he hadn't been injured in a long time; even in his relatively weak past, very few could inflict wounds on him.
Since becoming an immortal, no one could threaten him except for those at the level of the Four Great Holy Kings.
Yet today, he had bled because of a mere mortal? He had nearly sustained a fatal injury! This was enough to move him.
He glanced at the middle-aged man standing across from him with a gun and said, "Good marksmanship!"
The middle-aged man did not feel joy at having injured his opponent; instead, he spoke in a low voice, "It's the gun that's good, not my marksmanship. Without this gun, I would probably be dead by now."
This was true. What had injured Ye Mingshang earlier was something invisible, akin to a flow of air. It was not the middle-aged man's ability; it should be the inherent power of the gun.
"You haven't unlocked its full potential," Ye Mingshang remarked as he looked at the damaged spear.
The middle-aged man did not deny it. "That's right; I am not yet worthy of wielding its power."
...
In the distance, a swift figure moved quickly, inconspicuous in the darkness, only revealing itself when passing through light.
The leader Rosen's expression was cold. Along the way, he had seen more than one comrade's corpse. Just from what he had seen, there were dozens. The terror etched on each face that had met their end filled him with rage as he swiftly passed by.
It had been many years since he felt such anger, such a desire to tear someone apart.
"If you wish to disturb my peace, then be prepared to be destroyed by me..." Rosen whispered coldly.
The battle, though it may seem slow when described, was actually extremely fast. From the start of the fight until now, only a few breaths had passed. However, despite the short duration, the dangers contained within were no less than those of a major war.
Gently touching the hole in his chest, Ye Mingshang remained expressionless, still calm and unperturbed.
"It seems that if one is careless, even a small ant could kill an elephant," Ye Mingshang said coldly, looking at his opponent with a calm demeanor that nonetheless gave the impression of suddenly raising his head.
"It appears that I can no longer afford to play around..."
The middle-aged man still wore a melancholic expression and was about to speak when he suddenly felt a sense of alertness. He hurriedly gripped his gun with both hands and positioned it horizontally.
Ding!~
A tremendous force spread from the gun into his palms and then to his arms.
The middle-aged man's hands trembled slightly, almost unable to hold onto the long gun.
Just moments ago, he hadn’t even seen how his opponent attacked; he only noticed that the other party had suddenly disappeared. Out of a long-standing instinct for survival, he hastily raised his gun to defend himself.
Beneath him, his feet had left two long marks on the ground as if plowed through.
At this point, there was also a hint of surprise in the middle-aged man's calm eyes.
However, he was not the only one surprised; Ye Mingshang across from him felt the same way.
He knew how much force was behind that punch; under such power, even iron would bend. Yet, the seemingly battered Gun Body managed to withstand it and vibrated on its own, effectively reducing the force transmitted to his opponent's hands.
Indeed, it was a fine weapon!
"It seems you have obtained a decent weapon, but that's all there is to it," Ye Mingshang slowly spoke.
In the next moment, the middle-aged man's pupils constricted as the young man in his eyes vanished again. He instinctively wanted to defend himself, but just as the thought arose, a sharp pain shot through his abdomen, as if his insides were being crushed, causing him to involuntarily gag.
Buzz!
His body shot out like a cannonball, even faster than his own speed.
Boom!
Crack!
As he flew, the middle-aged man's body crashed heavily into the thick walls of a house, breaking through charred wooden beams and burying himself inside.
Accompanied by a crisp sound, everything inside had collapsed.
Boom!
Perhaps he had broken a load-bearing pillar; the house collapsed, engulfing him in flames.
As the fire spread in the Fire Sea, blood trickled from the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, and veins bulged on his face from the pain.
He understood that revenge was hopeless; he understood that he was about to die.
However, there was no sadness or fear in his eyes.
Through a gap, he saw his son lying in the Fire Sea and wanted to crawl over, but his body was pinned down by a beam and unable to move.
The flames burned fiercely, and the middle-aged man's internal organs had been shattered beyond recognition. The force of that punch was enough to kill an elephant, let alone a mere mortal like him.
His mind gradually became hazy, and the things before his eyes slowly blurred.
In the midst of this haze, he seemed to see a four or five-year-old child smiling happily at him.
“Daddy, I love you the most.”
A figure flashed by, and a teenager appeared, still bearing a youthful face, grinning at him foolishly. “Dad, I love you the most!”
As the vision blurred again, a young man's figure emerged—truly the same face he had seen before. He smiled, having matured quite a bit.
“Dad, I still love you the most!”
The middle-aged man could no longer hold on; his body fell heavily to the ground. Just before his eyes closed, a thought surfaced in his heart.
“Child, Dad is not a coward; Dad is still strong, right?”
That's right, you are the strongest, my dear father...
(To be continued.)
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