I'm not a drama god

Lu Xuanming could judge where the attack was coming from by the direction of the airflow when the blade cut through the air, and use the advance [Iron Armor] to defend himself... but he couldn't judge the shooting position of the bullet.

So, he got shot.

The bullet pierced through his thigh, causing Lu Xuanming to completely lose his balance. A huge force suddenly came from his chest, and he was kicked away!

Dust flew everywhere, and Lu Xuanming, who had lost his sight, fell heavily to the ground.

He sat up from the ground reflexively, but at this time he had completely lost his direction and had no idea where the enemy would attack from... Blood flowed out from the bullet hole in his thigh, and his face looked extremely ugly.

Is this the oppressive feeling of the third level... Even if it is just the Thief God who is not good at fighting, it is still not something that the first level can deal with.

In the barren wilderness, No. 8 walked towards Lu Xuanming with a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, expressionless.

He silently raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at the brow of Lu Xuanming, who was on guard in the dark. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a voice came from the side.

"Is this the only one left?"

No. 8 was startled and turned his head to look, only to see Jian Changsheng, covered in blood, staring at him not far away. His face, which was etched with a hideous scar, was full of excitement and desire.

"Killing this guy...should be considered a great achievement, right?"

He laughed loudly, and his body rushed here rapidly like a bloody arrow!

Is there anyone else who has set foot on the path of the god of war?

No. 8 frowned slightly.

Jian Changsheng's speed was extremely fast, even Lu Xuanming who had activated the [Iron Armor] could not catch up with him. He crossed dozens of meters in a flash and came in front of No. 8. The latter was startled and immediately fired several shots at him!

Bullets hit Jian Changsheng's body one after another, but his speed increased again, and a bloody fist whizzed towards No. 8!

"Steal the Light!"

No. 8 activated the skill again without hesitation.

Jian Changsheng, who suddenly lost his vision, was like Lu Xuanming, running around like a headless fly. Just when No. 8 breathed a sigh of relief, a straight punch as heavy as a rock hit his chest!

This punch directly broke two ribs of No. 8. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Lu Xuanming closed his eyes and approached him without him noticing. He had a dark fist clenched in the air, facing coldly in the direction of No. 8.

"Your voice has given away your location," he said calmly.

No. 8 reluctantly got up from the ground, with a vicious look in his eyes. At this moment, a piece of rice paper quietly floated over his head.

"Certainly."

The characters temporarily outlined with blood gradually faded and disappeared. Pu Wen stood aside with empty hands, making hand gestures with one hand.

The figure of No. 8 suddenly froze in place like a sculpture.

Two law enforcers who lost their vision and a fire usurper who was immobilized entered a strange state of silence on the battlefield...

After a few seconds, Lu Xuanming was the first to end his blindness and rushed towards No. 8 like a cannonball. The latter broke free after half a second, stole Lu Xuanming's vision again with one hand, raised the gun with the other hand, and fired three shots in a row!

"Damn it! Is there no limit to his stealing?" Lu Xuanming cursed in his heart!

Three bullets whizzed into Lu Xuanming's body, two of which were bounced off by the randomly covered [Iron Armor], and the last one pierced his shoulder, and his arm, which was originally clenched into a fist, suddenly dropped down.

No. 8 wanted to shoot again, but found that the magazine was empty. He had no choice but to throw it away. At the same time, a sharp pain came from his waist and abdomen!

Jian Changsheng's punch directly shattered No. 8's kidney, and then he hugged his waist with both hands and threw him to the ground!

"Now, let's see how you can run away?!" he said with a sneer.

Jian Changsheng's vision was stolen late and has not recovered yet, but he followed the sound of the gunshot to find No. 8, punched him in the guts, and sat on him.

After all, No. 8 was no match for four hands with two fists. Although he seriously injured Lu Xuanming, he was still surrounded by Jian Changsheng. He stared at Jian Changsheng who had his eyes closed. He gritted his teeth, stole his dagger, and stabbed the opponent frantically!

Jian Changsheng completely ignored the attack from No. 8, laughed twice, and smashed No. 8 with his bloody fists desperately, obviously wanting to exchange injury for injury!

At the beginning, No. 8 could still stab him a few times, each stab hitting the vital parts, but after being punched several times, his consciousness became blurred, and in the end he could only lie on the ground like mud, allowing the fists to rain down on him.

Every punch hits the flesh and breaks bones!

Pu Wen, who had used up all the rice paper, stared blankly at the bloody and hideous scene in front of him, and couldn't help frowning.

Of course he recognized Jian Changsheng, but he didn't know what had happened to him that he had gone from a cowardly and humble lackey to such a desperate thug...

"Enough!" Pu Wen said.

Jian Changsheng pretended not to hear and punched him several more times, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere.

"Enough!!" Pu Wen walked forward and shouted again.

Only then did Jian Changsheng stop. He glanced at the inhuman figure No. 8 under him and slowly stood up...

"It's over..." he said, "I was the one who killed this fire usurper! The credit belongs to me, too!"

He looked at Pu Wen as if declaring some kind of sovereignty.

"No one will take the credit from you." Pu Wen looked around. "By the way, have you seen Yan Xicai?"

"I saw it. It was killed by a fire usurper."

When Pu Wen heard the news, his brows furrowed. He stared into Jian Changsheng's eyes, as if trying to see through him... The latter also stared at him fearlessly, and no emotion could be seen on his hideous scarred face.

Lu Xuanming on the side let out a long sigh, stood up shakily, and after regaining his sight, he walked to the hill nearby and looked into the distance.

“…They are all dead.”

"what?"

"They are all dead." Lu Xuanming looked at the corpses scattered all over the Bingdao Ancient Tibetan, "Only the three of us survived."

Pu Wen and Jian Changsheng were startled. They then walked up the hill. All they saw was blood and corpses... Be it the fire usurper or the law enforcer, no one was left standing.

In this melee, the law enforcers ultimately won…although the victory was extremely tragic.

Three bloodstained figures stood side by side on the hill, the breeze blowing through their clothes.

An [Ashura], a [Sirly Wolf], and a scholar... They are the final winners of this world.

Pu Wen's face was a little ugly. Although he hated Yan Xicai, he was hired by him after all. This time Yan Xicai died in the Bingdao Ancient Storage. If the news spread back to Aurora City, it would definitely cause chaos, and he would most likely be held accountable.

Lu Xuanming didn't show any expression, but perhaps because he had lost too much blood after being shot, his face was as pale as paper.

As for Jian Changsheng... he looked at the corpses scattered all over the mountain, and after a few seconds of silence, he laughed:

"The final winner... is me."

pop, pop, pop—

When everything was silent, a burst of crisp applause came from behind.

The three of them were stunned at the same time and turned to look.

A figure in a bright red costume had been sitting on top of the blood-red rock, looking down at the three people with a smile... His hands wearing ruby ​​rings clapped gently, like an audience member expressing sincere praise.

"Excellent." He smiled.

"I seem to be able to experience the fun of being an 'audience'?"