Chapter 522: Chapter 522: Same Fool

Chapter 522: Same Fool (5 Updates)

Xiao Yu charged into a jungle.

Just as he was about to sprint with all his might,

suddenly his body froze, pinned to the spot like a nail.

He slowly lowered his head and glared coldly at his feet.

There, hidden among the bushes, he spotted a thin rope crafted from tree bark fibers.

If it weren’t for Wangdie’s Nose picking up the scent of a human,

or the Spirit of the Raccoon Cat forcing him to halt,

right now… he was as good as dead!

Crouching slowly, Xiao Yu fixed his gaze on the rope while his eyes swept the area.

It wasn’t long before he discovered a portable bomb!

The bomb was about the size of a palm and featured a pull-type fuse.

Just a moment ago, a single kick to that rope would have set it off instantly!

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

Staring at the bomb, he marveled as if witnessing a masterpiece crafted by a true grandmaster.

Three meters away.

The corpse of a sniper—half his head gone—lay quietly beside his sniper rifle, its scope blown to bits.

Someone had deliberately set a trap next to the body, banking on the fact that Xiao Yu would eventually come.

With the bomb’s blast power, it shouldn’t affect anyone within ten meters,

but surely its creator wouldn’t venture far.

After all, a master who relished creating masterpieces

must savor the moment his work comes alive, right?

Raising his nose, Xiao Yu scanned the scene.

Suddenly, his body propelled forward like a bolt of lightning…

……

A Black Soldier Mercenary lounged comfortably behind a massive tree, a clump of wild grass clutched between his teeth.

As the unit’s specialist in cunning traps, he was waiting for the bomb to detonate—

ready to trigger one from any of the four directions as soon as anyone dared approach his comrade’s corpse.

But why hadn’t any exploded yet?

Surely whoever came would end up falling into his own trap.

The Black Soldier Mercenary was clearly puzzled.

Suddenly,

a mocking voice whispered in his ear.

“You think I’m on the first floor? No, I’m actually on the eighteenth!”

The mercenary’s expression darkened instantly.

Though he didn’t understand Chinese, he sensed imminent danger.

He quickly raised his self-defense pistol, aiming it in the direction of the voice.

Click!

A combat dagger pierced the mercenary’s neck, pinning him to the tree behind him.

At the same moment, a hand snatched his pistol away.

Xiao Yu strolled casually to stand before the still-breathing mercenary,

as if admiring a masterpiece in progress.

“Though I can be pretty dark sometimes,” Xiao Yu said seriously,

“I absolutely despise Old Silver Coin!”

Cough, cough…

the dying mercenary emitted strange, feeble sounds as his head drooped.

A dagger to the neck might not kill instantly,

but with the spine snapped and the throat severed, death was inevitable.

After all, his larynx, trachea, and esophagus had all been cut.

A perfect work of death art!

“Even the Hunter is dead,”

Xiao Yu smirked. “So, does that mean the supporting character is about to make an entrance?”

He had to admit—the opponent knew how to play his cards right.

It was like watching a live performance.

Rat-a-tat-tat!

Gunfire erupted behind Xiao Yu,

but it struck only the mercenary’s corpse, leaving seven or eight bullet holes.

Xiao Yu moved swiftly, rolling as he dodged.

Every maneuver took less than half a second.

Amidst this high-intensity military evasion,

bullets seemed to have eyes—tracking his every move.

Precise calculations, terrifying shooting, and dreadful anticipation… sweat beaded on Xiao Yu’s brow as he dared not pause.

This was the first time in his new life that he encountered someone so fearsome.

So terrifying that, without his system skills or cheats,

he’d long lost count of how many times he should have been dead…

Suddenly.

A gash burst on Xiao Yu’s shoulder, splattering droplets of blood into the air.

Ha… Xiao Yu chuckled wryly.

He was injured!

Could it be that another figure, akin to Big King, had appeared?

No!

This was someone who had pushed the use of firearms to the extreme!

A top mercenary, perhaps?

As the gunfire subsided, Xiao Yu’s feet touched down,

and he calmly fixed his gaze on a White Middle-Aged Man thirty meters away—who reloaded his rifle clip in just half a second.

In Xiao Yu’s view, the white man’s eyes were shadowed and dark,

so deep they betrayed no trace of human emotion.

They evoked the image of a relentless machine.

A killing machine in full throttle!

Rat-a-tat-tat… gunfire roared once more.

Countless bullets were fired at Xiao Yu,

but his body moved ahead of them.

As the White Middle-Aged Man’s eyes widened in disbelief and shock,

Xiao Yu closed a thirty-meter gap in a single step, appearing right before him.

System Skill: Flea Bullet!

Coming back to himself, the White Middle-Aged Man lowered his rifle and, in broken Chinese, asked, “Are you human?”

“Mm.”

Xiao Yu nodded, “Purely human.”

“Phew,” the man exhaled in relief, laughing, “Good thing I didn’t want to die at the hands of a monster!”

Damn it—you’re the monster. Your whole family is monstrous…

Xiao Yu coldly retorted, “Goodbye!”

Crack!

His hand lashed out, slashing the White Middle-Aged Man’s neck.

In one strike, he shattered the man’s larynx and collarbone.

Turning swiftly, Xiao Yu strode away in one direction,

until he reached a pale-faced White Youth.

The youth stared at Xiao Yu in a daze, murmuring, “Poisoned Sting is dead. He really died? How can that be… he was the King of Mercenaries!”

“No wonder—so he truly was the King of Mercenaries.”

Xiao Yu glared at the youth, “Surprised? Didn’t expect it? You never thought I was that deadly, did you?”

Some people are just like that.

They think themselves clever, always plotting,

but in the end, they scheme themselves to death.

Some surprises simply can’t be planned.

Like Xiao Yu—the biggest surprise in this world!

“Impressive?”

The youth suddenly laughed, “So what if you’re a monster?”

He raised his left hand, clutching a remote control with a button already pressed,

while nonchalantly unbuttoning his shirt with his right.

A heartbeat sensor was still affixed to his chest…

“You think I didn’t prepare 503?”

The youth sneered, “There’s a miniature… nuclear bomb in this area!”

“Oh?”

Xiao Yu’s expression turned strangely intense as he eyed the remote in the youth’s hand,

then glanced at the heartbeat sensor on his chest.

His look grew even more bizarre.

“As soon as I let go of the switch, or if my heart stops beating…”

The youth mocked, “Boom… and this area is finished!”

“Soro Iden is your father, right?”

A strange smile crept onto Xiao Yu’s face. “Then do you know how I caught your father back then?”

“Mm?” The youth’s face twisted in rage.

“Seems you don’t know,”

Xiao Yu continued, his smile deepening as he glared at the youth like a scornful fool, “If you did, you wouldn’t be threatening me now!”

Youth: ???

He was stunned, not understanding Xiao Yu’s meaning.

In the next moment, he realized exactly what Xiao Yu meant.

In that instant of distraction, Xiao Yu appeared right before him.

The youth’s hand holding the remote broke off,

and the heartbeat sensor on his chest was torn away and slapped onto another body.

Holding his severed hand, Xiao Yu watched as the youth screamed in agony.

Back then, his opponent’s father had threatened him in exactly the same manner,

and that fool had naively revealed the bomb’s detonation method.

A year later,

the son was still resorting to the same threats.

Truly, a fool just like his father!