The special bullet exploded in a miniature vacuum burst right against the Highlander's face. The shockwave, powerful enough to tear through alloy armor, directly slammed into his face.
This time, the Lumina Rebels had nowhere to hide, nowhere to dodge, nowhere to escape.
However, this bullet unleashed a roaring wave of impact, directly slamming his triangular head into the rock wall, then exploding with a "boom."
The part of the Lumina Rebels' body above the neck was as if an invisible wave had smacked him directly in the face. His triangular head was pressed and smashed against the rock wall, immediately becoming a bloody mess, with carapace fragments flying, and even his entire head flattened somewhat.
The most handsome young man from Red Maple Factory back then, the young leader among the Lumina Rebels, his current appearance had completely reached an indescribable state.
Even the top beauty surgeons, upon seeing his Present state, would probably start questioning their professional careers.
However, what was astonishing was that he was still alive.
Yes, as a "Retainer" of the Throne's Three Rings, Ke'ermo was literally steel-boned. Despite his face being a bloody mess, his carapace inverted, and even his brain matter visible, he was still alive.
And he even seemed to be getting more energetic.
"Fight! Lumina Rebels will never be slaves!" he roared ferociously, holding two daggers, his head, which could easily be censored, defiantly raised.
As for the Atomic Light Spear, when it was struck by that sword and then hit by a spiritual energy impact, his shoulder was almost shattered, and his right upper arm was almost detached from his torso, so he naturally couldn't hold the light spear anymore, and it fell directly to the ground.
The energy light blade naturally dissipated once it lost support. At first glance, this incredibly powerful spiritual energy weapon from the Star Realm Knight Order now just looked like an ordinary iron rod.
That Highlander looked at the Lumina Rebels' gruesome state, showing a sympathetic and regretful expression.
He hesitated for less than a second, raised his sword in front of him in a sword salute, and then lunged forward again.
On the other hand, the person in the medical armor completely ignored Ke'ermo's despair and indignation, charging directly towards the Wanling Sect Leader Wanda, who was still feigning enlightenment with his eyes closed.
As mentioned before, Sect Leader Wanda had previously shifted a portion of his spiritual perception to observe the surrounding situation, so he naturally had a clear understanding of the Present battle. He had, of course, thought about going to rescue Ke'ermo, but at the moment he was about to act, he still involuntarily stopped.
"...Poor little brother Ke'ermo, his cultivation is still insufficient!" Sect Leader Wanda thought.
He wasn't worried at all, actually. The enemy's attack was indeed fierce, like fire, and they probably had a well-designed tactical plan. However, his spiritual perception told him that they were indeed just ordinary newcomers.
In any case, thanks to the time Ke'ermo bought him, although he hadn't been able to complete the array of the Cycle of Life and Death, he had already established an absolute domain within his immediate vicinity, with the rules of life and death reversal under his control.
Sect Leader Wanda slightly raised his head, his right hand still pressed to the ground, continuing to complete the magic array, while his left hand held three fingers together, forming a strange gesture.
He raised his head, looking directly at the "medic" charging towards him, and revealed a cruel expression.
A tiny singularity of extraordinary power rules gathered at the center of his three fingers, almost imperceptible to the naked eye and even spiritual perception. This was originally life energy Wanda had prepared to heal Ke'ermo's injuries, but now, with a change of thought, he directly reversed it into death energy that stripped away life.
The "medic" threw another spiritual energy impact at Sect Leader Wanda, making the latter laugh and cry at the same time, confirming once again that the opponent must be a rookie.
Sect Leader Wanda was, after all, a "magic-type" spiritual energy user master. Throwing spiritual energy impacts in front of him was no different from brandishing a watermelon knife in front of a master.
The reason it worked on Ke'ermo just now was simply due to their numerical superiority. Did they really think they could deal with him?
Sect Leader Wanda didn't even move his body. With just a thought, a force field instantly manifested, forming a vortex in front of him, neutralizing the whistling impact wave into nothingness.
"Become my energy! Behold my Death Finger!" Wanda extended his left hand, pointing it at the opponent. His three fingers were pinched together, like an eagle's beak descending from the sky, aiming directly for the prey's vital point.
Even wearing armor was meaningless. Even if he wore an Emblem Machine, it would be meaningless under the strike of rules!
However, no matter what, this "medic" was also a spiritual energy user. His abundant flesh and blood, his robust soul, would all become his nourishment. Not only could it greatly alleviate his injuries, but it might even allow him to directly complete the final step of the Cycle of Life and Death array!
Then, it would be to carry the entire field, eliminate all enemies, and roam freely under the vast sky… Sect Leader Wanda felt a chill on his wrist, and his heart grew even colder.
He stared wide-eyed at the long steel needle inserted into his wrist, directly piercing his tendons and bones, precisely severing a node of spiritual energy circulation. The sensation of numbness immediately transmitted to both hands, and his three fingers could no longer pinch together.
Only at this moment did Sect Leader Wanda truly experience intense pain.
"You, this, I..."
Wanda stared blankly at the "medic" who had already rushed in front of him. His Pure Eyes continued to flicker, confirming again that the opponent really should just be a newly awakened first-ring rookie.
Therefore, even someone as battle-hardened as him felt his brain wasn't quite keeping up.
And at this moment, the enemy had already rushed in front of him, unleashing a barrage of punches. The punching style seemed very simple but extremely swift, yet each strike was powerful and heavy, vaguely carrying the force of wind and thunder.
Wanda quickly deployed a force field shield in front of him, finally blocking the opponent's punches.
However, within a mere half-second, over a dozen heavy punches struck the same point on the shield, causing the deployed force field to instantly shatter, transforming instead into a fierce air tremor.
Sect Leader Wanda's mind was filled with an irritating "buzzing" sound.
These impacts were incomparable to the bullets from earlier.
However, Bishop Wanda instead calmed down. He abandoned the Cycle of Life and Death, raised his only intact right hand, allowing the nanomachines to encase his right hand and transform into a gauntlet. He awkwardly exchanged a few blows with the opponent using the close-quarters combat he was very unskilled at, while pondering the current situation.
"This strength, this speed... it really seems to be just a first-ring!"
However, the more the opponent displayed such performance, the more Sect Leader Wanda felt a demonic aura. What kind of first-ring could silently embed a steel needle in his wrist?
As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, he felt an unnatural tremor from the gauntlet on his hand. Countless nanomachines fed back ominous signals to him, as if they were letting out silent wails.
The opponent's punches were enhanced. Every block, parry, and collision between their fists and arms was a difficult impact for the nanomachines.
Sect Leader Wanda was puzzled. He was skilled in spiritual energy arrays, skilled in feigning enlightenment, skilled in aristocratic taste, and skilled in selling lucky rabbit feet at exorbitant prices to lonely ladies and young misses of high society, but his knowledge of mechanical and electronic aspects was only slightly above average.
However, although he didn't understand the nature of the ability the opponent was using, he knew that the nanomachines were enduring a heavier burden than the magnetic storm attacks from earlier.
He hesitated for a moment, and the gauntlet wrapped around his wrist disintegrated on the spot, revealing the nanotech core wristband once more.
The "medic" opposite him showed no pause, transforming his fist into a palm. His armored arm suddenly flipped open its outer casing, revealing a slender, graceful arm and an even more agile, jade-like hand.
That must be the hand of a stunningly beautiful young woman.
The experienced Sect Leader Wanda could almost immediately confirm this, but before he could think of anything else, that delicate hand clasped his arm, and with a flip, a pull, a tug, and a clasp, it directly snatched away his "wristband."
He now realized why the opponent had opened her mechanical arm armor to fight bare-handed. After all, the mechanical arm of an external power skeleton was fine for punching, but it definitely couldn't perform such delicate joint locks.
...But was that a joint lock or a theft?!
Flores Wanda was dumbfounded, utterly astonished, and then took another fierce punch to the face.
The cult leader, just like Ke'ermo, was also sent flying backward, rolling nearly ten meters before hitting a rock and coming to a stop.
It wasn't that he was truly hit that badly, but rather he found that using the roll to dissipate the force that had been slammed into his head was actually the most energy-efficient and reasonable way to survive.
"No! This is no place to linger! If I keep fighting like this, I'll die!" Sect Leader Wanda was burning with anxiety: "But where can I escape to now? Is this the only way? It seems it can only be this way!"
Completely unpretentious, decisive, and possessing strong resolve, Sect Leader Wanda made up his mind, took a deep breath, got up, and looked directly at the "medic" charging towards him again. He forced a ferocious smile onto his face, then drew his thumb across his throat.
This was not a provocation; Sect Leader Wanda truly slit his own throat. His head plopped onto the ground.
The "medic" stopped, probably also quite shaken by this bizarre development.
The others were even more shocked.
"...Is, is that it?"
"The dignified leader of the Wanling Sect, does he really not even have this much backbone?"
"Ah... the bounty just dropped by ten million!"
They didn't know that the seemingly casual few rounds of exchange between the "medic" and Sect Leader Wanda had hidden so many intricacies.
They only saw that the Sect Leader struck a pose, was immediately humiliated, then had his watch stolen, and finally, after suffering immense humiliation, committed suicide on the spot.
The "medic" pondered for a moment, then took off her helmet, revealing herself to be Feifei.
Her face was not red, she wasn't sweating, and she wasn't even out of breath. She stared at the head on the ground, at the rigid ferocity and distortion on its face, and then a look of intrigued amusement appeared on her own: "Heh, interesting."
Waaah, I can still burn
