Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 272 Mission: 05-9 Knife Fighting Mode

Just as the sniper fired at Nero, Lu Mingfei, who had moved, finally locked onto his position through a flash of fire. At this moment, Lu Mingfei put his phone aside and stared at the church window, confirming that the other party had not left.

"I'll shoot after the three-second countdown," he whispered. "The distance is too far. I can only force him to start moving. This period of time is absolutely safe."

Lu Mingfei's hand was on the trigger.

"Three, two, one."

This was a precise burst of fire, conducted across hundreds of meters using mechanical aiming. Given the distance between Lu Mingfei and the opponent, his target was just a tiny black dot; even a slight deviation of one degree would result in an error of about two meters. But Lu Mingfei believed he could do it, or rather, believed that Nero, who trusted him, could do it.

The rifle's butt, with its powerful recoil, struck Lu Mingfei's shoulder, and the shell automatically ejected from above, landing at his feet with a crisp thud. At the same moment, Nero, reloading his ammunition, burst out from behind cover, taking down two more Lionheart members.

Lu Mingfei knew Nero would be alright, and his gaze was fixed on the sniper's window, trying to find any signs of him leaving or being shot. A sniper's first shot was invincible; no one could confirm the sniper's location based solely on the first shot. And although Lu Mingfei was holding an automatic rifle instead of a sniper rifle, as long as he held the gun, he was a sniper.

A few seconds later, Lu Mingfei vaguely saw a creeping shadow in the darkness inside the window, so he immediately fired another shot. This time he clearly saw the direction the other party was speeding away.

The gun's accuracy still limited Lu Mingfei's performance. He was very confident that his crosshairs had locked onto the sniper's position, but at this distance, accurately hitting the enemy obviously required a little luck.

Then, based on the other party's speed, Lu Mingfei began to track the other party's position through the wall. He didn't know the internal structure of the church, so this kind of prediction would be somewhat wrong, but it seemed that he could do it.

Sure enough, the moment Lu Mingfei moved his crosshairs to the third window, something moved there. Lu Mingfei subconsciously pulled the trigger, and the delicate stained glass shattered, revealing a long hair behind the window.

That sniper is a woman?

This thought that broke into Lu Mingfei's mind disrupted his previous state of being like a sniper machine. When Lu Mingfei came to his senses, he noticed that there was no more gunfire in the academy, and the last black-clad man who was still charging had fallen in front of Nero.

"Bravo!"

Cheers and applause rang out over the radio: "What a beautiful dance!"

The person who spoke so arrogantly was naturally the student union president, César Gattuso. Even though the sound coming through the speaker was slightly distorted, the arrogance in his tone couldn't be hidden: "How many people are left now? I only have one sniper left."

The cold voice of Chu Zihang, president of the Lionheart Club, came from the speaker on the other side: "Lionheart Club too. Looks like all three sides have coaches and a sniper. Is it going to be a draw?"

"Are you afraid of snipers?"

"of course not."

"Then let's decide the outcome in the parking lot."

"three people?"

"Three people. This seems to be their first time fighting in a melee?"

"Indeed, see you in the parking lot."

The remote conversation, conducted over the speakerphone, came to an end. Realizing that everything seemed to be over, Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief. Then, Nero's voice rang out over the still-unconnected line: "Well done! I may have underestimated you." She relaxed and teased Lu Mingfei, "Do you see the difference now?"

At this point, she was practically on the verge of victory. If it were chess, that would be equivalent to only having one king and one queen left on each side, essentially a dead end. But no one here wanted to draw, so the queens of each side prepared for a final showdown.

The way to decide the outcome is one-on-one, and in this situation Nero cannot lose.

"You're saying... this is all fake?" Lu Mingfei's voice on the other end of the line was filled with a mixture of laughter and tears. After removing the bullet and examining it carefully, he finally realized the truth: "Why are the anesthetic bullets made red?"

"Perhaps it's just a joke?" Nero turned his back from behind cover, observing the parking lot as he waited for the other two to appear. "Anyway, your mission is accomplished. Snipers won't be able to fire once hand-to-hand combat begins. Just protect yourself."

Then she raised her eyebrows and said, "They're coming."

At the same time, he hung up the phone.

Two footsteps stopped at the edge of the parking lot. Across the entire parking lot, the blond and the black-haired stared at each other, a cold hostility lingering in the wind.

"You only have a knife?" asked Caesar, the blond man.

The black-haired Chu Zihang responded by drawing his sword: "What about you?"

Caesar sneered, took out a Desert Eagle from each side and threw it on the ground.

"me too."

He accepted Chu Zihang's provocation.

"boom!"

A gunshot shattered the balance of the situation, and Caesar and Chu Zihang instantly dodged. Meanwhile, Nero appeared in a corner of the parking lot, gun pointed skyward. He emptied the magazine quickly, threw the empty pistol away, and grasped the Yama Blade with both hands.

"That means you all agree to decide the outcome with swords." Such a high-profile move made Caesar's eyes narrow: "In that case..."

"Begin," Chu Zihang replied coldly. He was the first to move, lunging towards Caesar, who had just drawn his hunting knife. His speed was so fast that only a shadow remained. Nero also activated at the same moment, slashing his blade horizontally, subduing both men before him.

Two Japanese swords swung at Caesar simultaneously, forcing Caesar, already at a disadvantage in length, to retreat. This left Chu Zihang facing Nero first. He swung his blades, attempting to entangle them in a dangerous battle of vision and skill. In that situation, if Caesar attacked one opponent, that opponent would be defeated.

Nero's sword suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if it had hit an invisible iron wall. However, this was not because Nero was afraid to fight Chu Zihang with swords, but because she was worried that she would not stop and directly cut Chu Zihang's sword.

Cutting off a knife is a small matter, but when that knife is someone else's father's heirloom, it's a big deal. Chu Zihang probably won't ask Nero for compensation, but anyone who does such a thing will definitely get up in the middle of the night and slap himself.

After drawing his sword and retreating, Nero turned around to avoid Chu Zihang's pursuit. The Yama Sword changed direction and slashed out at a faster speed and more fiercely, aiming at the back of Chu Zihang, who had just missed his attack.

(End of this chapter)