Chapter 85: One-Sided
“!!!”
The young man's headshot immediately threw all the surrounding guards into a frenzy. How had the man, who had just been ten or twenty meters away, suddenly surged next to them and killed the one they were meant to protect?!
“Fire!!!”
“Attack!!!”
Their howls, coming respectively from the commander of the regular forces and the commander of the ability user forces, directed everyone present's hatred toward Bai Mo.
They didn't know what exactly had happened in that single second, but killing this man whose presence was so stifling it left them gasping for breath was undoubtedly the absolutely correct choice.
Unfortunately, imagination was beautiful, but reality was cruel. The focused fire from their conventional firearms not only failed to kill Bai Mo, but the trajectories of the bullets, distorted by telekinetic interference, caused flowers of blood to bloom on their own comrades' bodies.
All the bullets, missing by mere millimeters, perfectly evaded Bai Mo, who stood in the center, transforming into stray bullets scattering in all directions, seeking their true destinations.
He made no motion to dodge, but instead curiously watched the corpse before him, which had lost more than half its head, yet still stood stubbornly.
“Despicable sneak attacker!”
The headless body suddenly recoiled as if wound by a spring, while the blood that had been splattering everywhere changed its trajectory as if defying the laws of motion and re-coalesced on the body to form a new head.
The pale-faced young man, after his head had fully reformed, cursed furiously.
Having always lived a life of pampered luxury, and relying on his unique status and superhuman strength, he who had always lorded high above the underworld was for the first time beaten so raggedly, humiliated and disheveled, a complete loss of face.
“What a dazzling and colorful world.” At this moment, Bai Mo had completely suppressed his desire to devour the opponent and was engrossed in using his divine sense to examine everything around him.
He had always been someone who lived in his own world and paid little attention to what others said.
Before he could figure out what exactly had happened, he didn't succumb to his instinctual thoughts to devour others.
Bai Mo looked at the world before him; every person shone like a ball of fire. The infrared radiation emitted by human body heat and the ultraviolet light from the lamps decorated the world in his eyes with even more dazzling colors.
It was through this method that he gradually calmed down, and his gaze towards George returned to its previous coldness, instead of the aggressive greed from before.
“Are there really Blood Clan?” Bai Mo watched as one of George’s arms, shattered by his strike, instantly recovered, gradually confirming his thoughts.
After more than a dozen exchanges, George had realized he was absolutely no match, essentially being treated as a punching bag, and thus gradually conceived the idea of retreating.
He ordered all his subordinates to abandon their siege of the three traitors and all come to his side first to deal with this monster together.
Although his combat experience wasn’t extensive, Bai Mo still deduced the opponent’s true intention to escape from George’s flickering eyes. If one put themselves in his shoes, when speed and strength were both completely overwhelmed by the enemy, using cannon fodder to stall the opponent and buy time to escape was a perfectly natural thing to do.
Headshots, heart extraction, bisection at the waist—he tried all of them multiple times, but each time George was headshotted, he instantly re-formed; when his heart was extracted, it instantly turned into mere blood; and bisection at the waist also had no effect; he reconnected instantly.
“Does your recovery have a limit?” Using his telekinesis, Bai Mo flew into the air, looking down at George from above as he spoke.
Or perhaps it couldn't be called a question, because his words carried not a hint of doubt, but rather resembled a soliloquy of self-affirmation.
Throughout the battle, George had been constantly observing Bai Mo’s eyes, because he found the man’s eyes peculiar. They looked like a blind person’s eyes, without any focal point, yet somehow managed to perfectly evade any form of sneak attack.
Unfortunately, even after discovering this, he couldn't find any way to break the deadlock and could only continue to stall.
“Let’s call a truce. I admit I can’t defeat you, but you can’t kill me either; all that’s left is a meaningless battle. I’ve already notified higher-ranking Blood Clan members to come to mediate our dispute.”
George had run out of options and could only resort to bringing in “parents” (superiors) to try and intimidate his opponent. Although being constantly blasted and abused hadn’t caused him any substantial physical harm, the psychological blow was simply too great.
Watching himself get headshotted, have his heart extracted, his hands chopped off, and his feet severed was definitely not a pleasant experience.
“I believe your re-formation definitely has a limit, as long as I kill you enough times.” Bai Mo showed not the slightest concern for the “mediator” George mentioned.
“You!” George’s aristocratic demeanor had been completely ruined by the continuous pursuit and evasion, and his entire outfit had turned into shredded rags.
Although his flesh could re-form, his clothes, however, could not. He could only continue to dodge, naked.
“You lunatic!”
The two, one pursuing and one fleeing, in less than fifteen minutes, had already covered nearly thirty kilometers, reaching the outskirts. Under Bai Mo’s deliberate targeting, in the subsequent attacks, George was headshotted every single time.
“It seems the key to re-formation isn’t about specific body parts. Next, I’ll test the volume of re-formation.” After discovering that frequent headshots didn’t have much of an effect, he changed his experimental strategy.
Utilizing the acceleration of his telekinesis, Bai Mo transformed himself into a “shotgun” with astonishing coverage, sweeping up large quantities of finely fragmented stones with his telekinesis and then accelerating them to projectile-like speeds to test George’s regeneration capabilities against large-scale body destruction.
“Run! He still figured it out!” George looked at the dense swarm of “bullets” before him; this thought flashed through his mind, and he desperately squeezed out every ounce of his strength to escape.
His escape confirmed Bai Mo’s conjecture, and after finding the answer, he unexpectedly lost the desire to pursue him with full force and began to ponder other matters.
“I can definitely hold on! She’s almost here!” George emptied his mind, leaving only this one conviction, and dodged with all his might the continuously high-speed pursuing torrent of shattered stones behind him.
He felt his speed at this moment had already surpassed the limits of his body, yet the sense of threat behind him hadn’t diminished in the slightest.
“Between life and death, can one truly break through their limits?” Bai Mo felt that George, ahead of him, seemed to have sped up slightly.
“First, let’s try half a body.” He maximized the speed of the stone torrent, the friction with the air even causing the surfaces of the stones to faintly glow red.
“Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!” This single strike, a high-heat, high-speed stream of fragmented stones, far more ferocious than machine gun fire, directly caused George’s entire left half, from shoulder to left foot, to explode, his blood scattering like fireworks.
“Aaaahhh!!!” George, suddenly losing half his body, screamed as he lost his balance and then collapsed to the ground. Although the blood that had previously gushed out began to rapidly return to his body, he was already too weak to flee any further.
George lay on the ground, resigned, gasping for breath. The most recent attack, which had destroyed more than half his body, had completely exceeded his tolerance limit. He was now in a severely injured and weakened state and entirely incapable of further escape.
“Give me a reason not to devour you.”
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