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Fear……

Extreme fear.

Looking directly at the boy in a suit in front of him, Haruki Kitahara felt a wave of fear in his heart.

On the commercial street that had just been full of people, under the gas explosion promoted by Hequan Cheng, the bustling crowd had dispersed.

The streets are littered with food, parcels, and messy garbage bags.

“Crunch-”

Stepping on the warm asphalt road, he walked step by step with Izumi.

In order to be able to disguise his identity as a rich child, and in order to let the police officers give him a face when washing the floor afterwards, he changed into a suit with Quan Cheng for a long time.

Suit and tie, meticulous.

On his plain face, he wears high-end luxury high-grade gold wire frames.

In this way, he slowly walked towards Haruki Kitahara in a normal strolling attitude.

However, that top student of Fengcheng University clenched his fists like a great enemy.

On the Hun mouth, there is still a huge wound.

The wounds blasted out of the stand-in world spilled bloody dirt.

However, Haruki Kitahara was unaware.

He just stared at Kazumi Makoto with a firm face, but also a trace of imperceptible fear.

Yes, he was afraid.

“You joined the official organization?” Biting the corner of his mouth, the twenty-year-old little strained college student shouted:

“Why! They’re obviously so hostile to gamers…”

“Yes, they are hostile to gamers, killing all budding players, and treating captured players as experiments…”

Kazumi said gracefully, his tone unhurried.

“But, besides being a gamer, I have an identity.”

“You…”

Hearing this, Kitahara Haruhi’s eyes widened.

He recalled his first contact with Makoto Kazumi.

In the Department of Literature and Art of Fengcheng University, when he confessed to Hequan Qianjing, it was this man who used treacherous means to control his sweetheart…

“How? Got it? The corners of his mouth raised, and Kazumi sneered, while Kitahara Haruhi showed hatred:

“You guy…”

“Don’t put on that righteous look! Is your purpose different from mine? ”

Mocking mercilessly, Kazumi shrugged his shoulders and said contemptuously:

“You also want to control Quan Qianjing, through her identity, become the son-in-law of the Hequan family, and finally break into the upper class of Dongying, with the help of the identity of a capitalist, to avoid the official organization’s hunt and kill you, right?”

“I’m not! I didn’t! Don’t talk nonsense!!! ”

As if he had been stabbed in the sore spot, Kitahara Haruki drank angrily, his eyes flashed with anger, but in the depths of anger, it was the cowardice of nature.

“Don’t compare me to scum like you!”

He shouted hoarsely, “I really love Chijing Waizumi!” Never thought of taking advantage of her…”

“Oh, it’s not important.”

Makoto Kazumi shrugged his shoulders, with a playful smile on his face, and he said kindly:

“It’s a pity, your favorite Hequan Qianjing, from the inside out, is already my size and shape.”

“…… You bastard!!! ”

This time, Haruki Kitahara, who was forced to be cuckolded, had an unreserved anger on his face.

He stared viciously at Kazumi Makoto and questioned in a hoarse voice:

“Scum, what about you women? Aren’t you going to hide behind a woman this time~! ”

Haruki Kitahara recalled the first time they met, the heavily armed Shinobi in the Izumi Manor.

He questioned as he glanced at the alleys and streets around him with his afterlight.

“Of course…”

Kazumi smiled, he raised his hand and lightly snapped his fingers.

“Snap-”

“Click—”

Immediately afterwards, the sound of uniform gunbolts sounded from all directions.

On Haruki Kitahara’s forehead, a bead of sweat appeared.

In the shops on both sides of this commercial street, in the vans on the street, and even on the alleys and rooftops, one after another fully armed devils appeared.

These are indifferent to the demon ninjas, they all have a toned and slim body, their faces are as cold as frost, and they have a military killing aura.

In their arms, they carried brand new M416 rifles, Kevlar bulletproof vests and bulletproof helmets, and the military uniforms of their jackets were painted with urban camouflage, looking like the most elite professional soldiers.

But for Haruki Kitahara, these soldiers against the Demon Ninja are even more terrifying than the elite soldiers!

As a true youkai, Haruki Kitahara can clearly sense the bloodline power surging in these women’s bodies.

There is no doubt that each of these female soldiers has the strength of a sharp soldier-level gamer, and it is forbidden to be banned, several times stronger than the average player group!

“Abominable…”

Haruki Kitahara, who had just been promoted to the extraordinary level, although he thought he could crush, but there was also Kazumi Makoto next to him, so he had to be vigilant in every way.

“Click—”

Raise your hand and gently tap in the void.

A sheathed sword quickly manifested from the void.

Demon Blade Yamikimaru

This EX weapon can strengthen the power of the bloodline of the slippery head ghost, and can also cause fatal damage to other demons and monsters.

Haruki Kitahara held the scabbard, his gaze sweeping over these pairs of Shinobi and Kazuizumi.

“Fire.”

Not far away, Kazumi Makoto watched this little face’s action, he ordered flatly, and pulled the trigger on the demon ninja in unison!

“Boom! Boom!! Boom!!! ”

A deafening gunshot sounded from all directions.

With the continuous gunshots, a round of bullets burst out of the chamber, and the brilliant flames of the guns continued to flicker in the streets at noon.

He has extremely superb shooting skills against the demon ninjas, and there are no bullets within 100 meters, and one bullet after another forms a metal storm without gaps, shrouding Haruki Kitahara.

However, the college student with a small face showed a disdainful sneer.

“……”

“Bang! Bang! Bang!!! ”

One bullet after another, penetrated his body, but failed to cause him any damage!

His body, like a phantom, stood there quietly.

On the street, his body is like a reflection on the water, even if the dense rain of guns tears his figure to pieces, but he can be unharmed.

“……”

Looking at this scene, Kazumi Cheng was silent.

The gunfire gradually stopped, and Haruki Kitahara, who was unscathed, still had a disdainful look on his face:

“The bullet is not effective against me.” He said, holding the scabbard in one hand and the hilt of Miyakimaru in the other, posing as a knife pulling technique:

“Now, it’s my turn.”

The corners of his mouth opened up, and his face showed a sinister smile mixed with anger, hatred, and a little fear.

“Whaa

Pull out the knife and unsheath it!

A cold light shone in front of everyone’s eyes.

“Wha-”

Blood spilled out.

There was no swing of the knife, no slashing, and even the Yamiki pill was not completely unsheathed.

However, hundreds of heavily armed Demon Ninja were cut open in an instant!

Blood gushed from their necks, soaking their clothing and protective gear with their own blood.

“Something interesting…”

Hequan Makoto’s neck was also split in an instant.

He clearly saw that Haruki Kitahara definitely did not pull out the knife …

In other words, the scene of hundreds of people being hit hard and killed in seconds should not have existed…

“Well, that’s my power.”

Looking at the devils who fell to the ground one by one, spilling pools of blood, Kitahara Haruki smiled wickedly.

Although he couldn’t bear it, at this moment, fear broke his bottom line and showed the tyranny in his heart.

“Your power?”

Not far away, Kazumi Makoto’s suit was also soaked in blood.

But the next moment, the blood on the suit was gradually fading.

It’s not fading…

On his neck, the murderous wound was quickly healed, and the blood he spilled on his clothes was also reclaimed through his skin.

Yes, this is a unique ability that comes with Ultimate Bio-Enhancement.

Any part of Hequan Cheng’s body has the ability to absorb flesh and blood.

Most of the blood spilled out was recovered through the skin, and the scars on the neck disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Unscathed, he stood quietly in place, looking at the stunned boy.

“What are you…”

The hand holding the handle of the knife turned slightly white, and Haruki Kitahara clenched his teeth and looked at Makoto Kazuizumi with surprise in his gaze.

However, the next scene froze him.

“Crunch-”

A strange sound sounded from all directions.

Under the astonished gaze of Haruki Kitahara, one after another who was “killed” to the demon ninja climbed up from the pool of blood.

The pool of blood under them was reclaimed by their bodies, and the scars on their necks disappeared like Kazumi Makoto.

No threat.

“Your ability should be to turn the unreal into reality, right?”

Not far away, Kazumi Cheng spoke leisurely, while Haruki Kitahara was already pale.

“The moment you pulled out the knife just now, the fantasy of our necks being cut open turned into a reality…”

After a slight pause, Kazumi Makoto looked at Kitahara Haruki’s trembling legs, and he scoffed:

“You, it should be a lot of consumption, right?”

“Bastard…”

Haruki Kitahara’s voice was tinged with a crack, and he was already sweating profusely.

Indeed, Kazumi Makoto is right!

Every time you use the power of the Slippery Head Ghost’s bloodline, you need to consume a lot of psychic power.

This spiritual power comes from the fear of young girls.

Just now, Haruki Kitahara changed reality three times in a row.

For the first time, resurrect the self who was shot to death…

The second time, the torn wounds of the Hungarian chest disappeared …

The third time, he killed hundreds of people in an instant when he drew his knife…

Every time he uses the ability of the Slippery Head Ghost to replace the unreal with reality, Haruki Kitahara consumes a lot of psychic power.

Today, his strength is almost exhausted.

Only one last time left…

“Let’s think about it in the long run…”

He thought, his eyes flickering, and broken cherry blossoms appeared beside him.

In this way, his body gradually faded and retreated into the illusory world…

“Wha-”

However, a burst of pain made him stop.

That’s a fist.

One punch, two punches, ten punches, a hundred punches…

Tens of thousands of fists smashed head-on in an instant, smashing his body and splashing all over the place!

“The——World！！”

It wasn’t until the moment his body was exploded that Haruki Kitahara subconsciously heard Kazumi’s chanting.

Before he was shattered for a moment, the world’s time was stopped.

The world is dark.

Only the golden avatar, and its ordinary avatar messenger, stood in a static world.

Makoto Kazumi smiled and stared at Kitahara Haruki who was about to escape into the illusory world not far away.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

“Snap-”

Avatar World—Towel—

Rush out in response!

“Nothing! Nothing! Nothing! Nothing! Nothing! Nothing! No !!!!!! ”

The fist shadow shrouded the still Kitahara Haruhi.

The corners of Hequan Cheng’s mouth raised, and he let out a roar that was incompatible with his elegant temperament with a sinister smile:

“Wryyyyyyyy！！！！！！”

Then, time begins to flow. _

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