She watched Solomon Ennis through her sniper scope.
’The Slave Whip... Such a fine item, but what a waste. In your hands, it’s only used to satisfy your perverted desires.’
Seraphina Sullivan watched as he occasionally drew a long, glossy black whip that seemed to be woven from the spine of some creature.
He used it to shred a few approaching zombies, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes.
’Since he’s a potential problem—and one who has already shown clear hostility—it’s best to eliminate him as soon as possible.’
’It’ll save me from future trouble.’
Her killing intent was set; she no longer hesitated.
Seraphina Sullivan took a deep breath, concentrating intensely, fully activating the passive Effect of [Hundred Shots Hundred Hits].
She locked Solomon Ennis’s figure firmly in the center of her crosshairs.
She knew very well that against an opponent of this caliber, especially a Divine Favored, she couldn’t give him any chance to breathe or fight back.
With a thought, a [Space Bullet] began to coalesce in her "chamber."
This time, Seraphina Sullivan decided not to conserve her energy. She would go for a one-shot kill to eliminate this problem for good!
PFFT!
The first [Space Bullet] shot out silently, aimed at Solomon Ennis’s abdomen.
This would cause a massive wound but was less likely to be instantly recognized as a fatal attack, which might trigger some life-saving trump card.
PFFT! PFFT!
Immediately after, with almost no interval, the second shot aimed for the heart, and the third went straight for the head!
The three bullets formed a triangle, targeting Solomon Ennis’s three most vital spots!
...
In the plaza, Solomon Ennis had just smashed the last few zombies into meat paste with a single punch.
He was still fuming internally, ’Next time, I have to find a perception-type Skill or item. It’s too damn frustrating to let those rats get away...’
However, the very moment that thought arose...
An unprecedented, bone-chilling sense of mortal danger, one that seemed to freeze his very soul, washed over him like a tsunami!
It was ten times, a hundred times, more intense than when he was targeted on the battlefield with the amalgamate!
"Who?!"
He roared in his mind, horrified, his combat instincts instantly pushed to their absolute limit!
[Titan Power] surged wildly, and grayish-white skin instantly covered his entire body, pushing his defense to its peak!
At the same time, his [Slaughter Art] Talent activated in response to the threat.
A dense, almost tangible, dark-red killing aura rapidly flowed and condensed over his body, attempting to form a slaughter shield with the property of "conceptual defense"!
A dual defense!
This was his strongest defensive stance. In the past, he was confident he could even withstand a fully charged attack from an expert of the same level!
But this time, he had miscalculated.
The first [Space Bullet] arrived.
The seemingly indestructible slaughter shield and Titan skin, upon contact with the bullet, seemed to not exist at all.
It was pierced straight through!
And then—
TSSSK—!
A sound so faint it was almost negligible, like space itself being torn apart.
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