Clang——
The tip of the knife pierced the First-Tier Law Enforcer's throat. It was as if it plunged into steel, emitting a piercing sound of metal clashing!
The Fire-Stealer instantly felt the webbing between his thumb and index finger go numb, and a bad premonition surged in his heart. The next moment, the Law Enforcer who had lost his balance abruptly twisted his body. A black fist whistled through the air and smashed into his jaw. The terrifying force directly sent his entire person flying!
Broken teeth mixed with fresh blood sprinkled onto the barren earth. This punch knocked the Fire-Stealer dizzy. He subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to steal the other party's weapon, but he stole nothing...
He couldn't steal someone else's "fist."
That Law Enforcer himself hadn't expected the frontal Combat Power of these "thieves" to be so unbearable. The confidence in his heart grew madly, and he abruptly lashed out with a whip kick!
Right at this moment, his vision suddenly went pitch black!
Losing his target and direction, his kick could only strike empty air. Instead, because he lost his center of gravity, he nearly fell to the ground.
"What's going on? I, how did I..."
Subsequently, he felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if something was pressed against it.
Bang——!
A gunshot rang out.
His head instantly exploded. Fresh blood and brain matter splattered onto the ground like a blooming bouquet of flowers.
A wisp of green smoke drifted from the muzzle. Number 8 stood behind the collapsed corpse, gripping the gun with one hand, his face completely expressionless.
"I told you, don't underestimate the enemy."
That Fire-Stealer whose jaw was shattered by a punch struggled to stand up, his eyes full of pain.
Number 8's gaze looked toward the battlefield on the side. The four First-Tier Way of the Soldier God Possessors and the four Fire-Stealers were currently engaged in a chaotic slaughter. In close-quarters combat, the Way of the Soldier God possessed an obvious advantage, almost suppressing the other Fire-Stealers as they fought. The latter could only rely on constantly stealing weapons to barely maintain the situation.
Among the seven Fire-Stealers who entered the Ancient Vault of the Military Path this time, only Number 8 had reached the Third Tier. He snorted coldly. Just as he was about to walk toward that battlefield, a voice came from afar:
"Fire."
A piece of Xuan Paper unfurled in the wind. A scorching fireball instantly shot out from the character 【Fire】, smashing straight towards Number 8's face!
Number 8's brows furrowed. His figure immediately retreated backwards. A violent blaze exploded at the spot he was just standing, nearly drowning his figure within it...
"Just a First-Tier of the Path of the Scholar God, truly courting death!"
A cold glint flashed in Number 8's eyes. He immediately abandoned helping the other Fire-Stealers and instead charged toward Pu Wen on the Hill. The latter's expression was incredibly solemn. Without hesitation, he pulled out another piece of Xuan Paper from his sleeve. Just as he was about to unfurl it, the paper vanished into thin air.
At the same time, Number 8 tore the Xuan Paper in his hand to shreds, speaking coldly, "I've stolen your character, let's see what else you can do."
Watching the distance between Number 8 and himself shrink closer and closer, Pu Wen subconsciously took a step back, shouting loudly to the side:
"Yan Xicai! What are you still waiting for?!"
The moment this sentence was uttered, Yan Xicai, who had been hiding to the side watching the play all along, finally made his move. He raised the palm wearing the Ruby Ring into the air, and an icy word spat out from his throat:
"Knead——"
An invisible twisting force burst forth from the void. The fine hairs on Number 8's body instantly stood on end. He dodged to the side without hesitation. Even so, his right hand was still caught within it!
The sound of bones fracturing rang out. Number 8's arm was visibly twisted like a fried dough twist, hanging down limply. He let out a low roar of pain, his eyes looking at Yan Xicai full of violent rage!
The moment Yan Xicai's gaze met his, he turned his head and ran without hesitation!
"As expected." A sharp glint flickered in Pu Wen's eyes. "Your 'Object Stealing' also has a distance limit... If you can steal my Xuan Paper right now, you can't steal his ring. This maximum range... should be less than fifty meters?"
Number 8's heart skipped a beat. The gaze he used to look at Pu Wen was more solemn than ever before... He still underestimated these youths.
This guy had formulated a plan specifically targeting him long ago!
Number 8 shot a look to a Fire-Stealer on the side. The latter instantly understood. He immediately stole a few weapons and chased in the direction Yan Xicai had fled!
Originally, on that path, there were many Law Enforcers who hadn't stepped onto a Divine Path blocking the way. But seeing Number 10 charging over murderously, they all exclaimed, risking their lives to run to both sides, forcibly making a path for him.
"You are very smart, but so what?" Number 8 turned his head, speaking sinisterly. "Your teammate doesn't seem to be that reliable... He ran away, so how will you survive?"
Pu Wen didn't speak, nor did he pull out more Xuan Paper. Instead, he formed a hand seal with one hand in front of him, softly chanting: "Wind."
At the same time, beneath his close-fitting clothes, a piece of Xuan Paper used for preserving his life rapidly faded. A whirlwind blew up from the void, causing his robes to flutter wildly... His figure blurred, fleeing into the distance at an astonishing speed with the enhancement of the wind!
He actually still had Xuan Paper?!
Number 8 gritted his teeth and rapidly gave chase. He could see it now; this youth from the Path of the Scholar God was Yan Xicai's strategist, and also the hardest to deal with.
Number 10 had already gone to hunt down Yan Xicai. As long as he stole the other party's Ritual Artifact, killing him shouldn't be hard... As long as Pu Wen and Yan Xicai were killed, relying solely on this mob of Law Enforcers would not amount to anything.
...
On the other side.
Yan Xicai ran wildly into the distance with two Law Enforcers.
"Young Master Yan, aren't you going to help Young Master Pu according to the plan?" A Law Enforcer asked blankly.
"How can I help? If I don't run now, they'll steal my ring in a moment. How will I defend myself then?" Yan Xicai gripped that ring like a treasure. "This thing is very precious... I absolutely cannot let it fall into someone else's hands."
The three ran wildly for hundreds of meters before coming to a stop to catch their breath. Yan Xicai was about to say something when his palm suddenly felt light.
He froze for a moment and looked down.
That red ring had disappeared without a trace...
"I finally caught up." A voice came from not far away. Yan Xicai turned his head to look. He saw the Fire-Stealer codenamed Number 10 playing with that Red Ring, sneering coldly at the three of them. "Run, why aren't you running anymore?"
Yan Xicai's face instantly turned pale as a sheet!
He pushed the backs of the two Law Enforcers without hesitation, shoving the two of them towards Number 10, while he himself turned his head and continued running down the Hill!
The two Law Enforcers had never expected Yan Xicai to be so ruthless. Caught off guard, they directly crashed towards Number 10's face.
Number 10 snorted coldly. A Short Blade slid into his palm. After dodging half a step to the side, he instantly slashed open a Law Enforcer's throat. The other person reacted and wanted to flee with a loud cry, but in the end, he was still killed by Number 10 with a single strike.
Two corpses fell to the ground one after another. Number 10, covered in blood, looked in the direction Yan Xicai fled, his gaze incredibly cold.