Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Oskilov's speed was incredibly fast, and Yang Fei's machine gun barrage didn't stop for even a moment.

His bullet chain was quickly depleting, and in the blink of an eye, he had fired tens of thousands of bullets; now, his ammunition was running low.

Against such a master whose figure was hard to discern, Yang Fei could only rely on the Tortoise Mirror to reflect Oskilov's movement trajectory, foreseeing and sniping at the enemy.

However, as more time passed, Yang Fei's head began to hurt faintly.

A minute later, his headache intensified, as if a small saw was dissecting the back of his head — a symptom of overuse of the brain.

Even if there were enough bullets, Yang Fei's brain functionality couldn't handle it anymore.

In an instant, he needed to compute unimaginably massive datasets to determine Oskilov's figure changes, and pinpoint sniping directions and angles.

Even the most advanced supercomputers couldn't achieve this.

Yet, Yang Fei couldn't stop at all.

With Oskilov's speed, he could break into Yang Fei's defensive zone and kill him in just an instant.

The bullets kept da-da-da-ing, and the shadows in the air stirred up air ripples similar to waves.

Occasionally glimpsed, Oskilov's remnant shadow would appear and then vanish.

In martial arts, only speed cannot be defended against, and Oskilov perfectly embodied this Martial Arts Mysterious Principle.

Nuannuan had defeated Chen Xingzhu and turned around to witness this heart-stopping scene, jumping in shock.

Suddenly, Yang Fei's gunfire halted; the heavy machine gun's barrel had been burned to a dark red due to intense bullet friction.

Not far away, Oskilov's figure abruptly appeared atop a truck lid 400 meters to Yang Fei's left front, resembling a black vulture perched on a peak.

Above Oskilov's head, a streak of Essence Qi shot straight into the sky like wolf smoke.

His handsome face showed incredulous shock and an intimidating Auspicious Evil Energy.

Oskilov's breath was slightly hurried, his chest rising and falling, eyes red, fixed on Yang Fei.

Yang Fei marveled at Oskilov's near-Instantaneous Movement speed, while Oskilov couldn't comprehend Yang Fei's precise sniping ability.

Oskilov had trained the Hell Scripture to the Sixth Layer.

He had honed his speed, which he was most proficient in, to the Martial Artist's peak; using the phrase "lightning fast" couldn't sufficiently describe Oskilov's speed.

This kind of top Martial Arts Master was the nemesis of any King Sniper.

Ordinary King Snipers couldn't even see Oskilov's speed and would be killed instantly by him.

Yet, at this moment, Yang Fei, through a cumbersome heavy machine gun, had tangled with Oskilov for over two minutes.

And for Oskilov, no matter the enemy encountered, real action would resolve the opponent and end the duel within a second.

A Gan Strength Super God ant managed to block Oskilov for two minutes with a dual-purpose heavy machine gun.

This was the greatest humiliation of Oskilov's life!

Two minutes of high-speed frenzy had excessively drained Oskilov's stamina, forcing him to stop and engage in Breath Control and Essence Recovery.

He fixed his gaze on Yang Fei; though it was daytime, the shadow of his cloak still covered Oskilov's face.

This was a characteristic of the Immortal Race, and Oskilov was no exception.

Yang Fei also fixed his gaze on Oskilov, not daring to blink.

In just a blink's time, Oskilov could have a dozen chances to kill Yang Fei.

Faced with such an enemy, Yang Fei's nerves were pushed to the extreme, like a steel wire bearing a thousand-pound weight.

Between the two, there was a profound yet sinister killing intent, akin to a vulture in the sky and a venomous snake in the water, wary and guarded against each other.

"How did you do it?"

Finally, Oskilov spoke, his voice melodious with a middle-range male tone, as if trained in systematic vocal music.

Yang Fei's gun barrel remained aimed at Oskilov, his voice languid: "Won't tell you."

After Yang Fei spoke, he was amused by himself, then said earnestly.

"I must admit, you are the fastest among the Martial Arts Experts I've seen."

Oskilov snorted.

"Once the Hell Scripture is trained to the Sixth Layer, it becomes a ghost rather than human, and what ghosts excel at most is speed, isn't it?"

Yang Fei nodded and then shook his head.

"Besides, no matter how fast you are, you can't be faster than my bullets; a burst of bullets can riddle you with bullet holes, believe it?"

Oskilov sighed, raising his brows diagonally.

"It's not your bullets that are fast, but your reflexes; you used a heavy machine gun to oppose me for two minutes, victorious in defeat; if you die, you'd still be a respected enemy of mine."

"Pff, you're the one who's gonna die, how can you speak like that? So ominous!"

Yang Fei spat at Oskilov and swaggingly jiggled the bullet chain hanging on him, sporting a mischievous grin.

"Sorry, I swapped the bullet chain just now; now, there's plenty of bullets."

Oskilov snorted and shook his head: "It doesn't matter, prepare to die!"

As he spoke, his body flickered and suddenly disappeared out of sight, as if he had turned invisible.

Yang Fei's Tortoise Extreme emitted a harsh warning.

Yang Fei knew this guy wasn't invisible but had reentered a high-speed movement state, where his retina couldn't capture his figure anymore.

"Roar!"

Yang Fei let out a long howl, sounding like a muffled thunder exploding in the air, and the power of the Tiger Roar's sound waves swept outward with Yang Fei as the center.

At the same time, he pulled the heavy machine gun trigger, unleashing a rain of bullets toward the nine o'clock direction.

Soon after, he flipped himself over, bullets unpredictably shooting toward the eleven o'clock direction, then suddenly toward six o'clock, finally returning to the nine o'clock direction.

In an instant, Yang Fei changed his shooting direction and angle five or six times.

If this were seen by outsiders, this guy seemed to be shooting chaotically, like a madman.

Because in the void, it was empty, with no one there, only occasionally would Oskilov's remnant shadow appear.

However, hiding behind cover, Nuannuan watched with her heart in her mouth.

Though not in the midst of the battle, she could feel the terrifying speed of Oskilov.

At such fast speeds, if it were Nuannuan, she probably wouldn't be able to block even a single move.

Suddenly, behind Yang Fei, a ghostly shadow emerged abruptly, striking out with a palm.

Oskilov had finally found an opening and approached Yang Fei.

Nuannuan suddenly stood up, exclaiming in alarm: "Uncle, watch out!"

Bang, bang, bang!

Three shots rang out almost before Nuannuan could react.

Oskilov let out a strange cry, his figure suddenly vanishing without a trace.