Chapter 656: A Brush with Death
As the ancient saying goes: Strike while they’re unprepared, attack unexpectedly.
The Art of War also says: Warfare is the way of deception.
Lin Tian didn’t draw his gun at first, because at that time the gun’s role was minimal.
There were so many of them, if he drew his gun, they would definitely be on guard, making it not so simple to hit the target.
But in a situation like that, who would have thought he’d pull a gun?
Because no one expected it, it achieved the effect of attacking unexpectedly.
Of course, those practitioners wouldn’t just stand there as Lin Tian’s live targets; they would run, they would hide.
But no matter how they hid, under Lin Tian’s godlike foresight and penetrating eyes, none of them could escape!
The final result was gratifying — the enemies were all wiped out.
No, not completely — two remained: White Wuchang and Xiaogang!
Lin Tian turned back, ready to use the last bullet to send White Wuchang westward, but discovered that this cunning guy had already hidden behind Liou Qingcheng, covering himself completely.
As for Xiaogang, this guy’s figure had already vanished.
Lin Tian was somewhat annoyed, how does this guy always run so fast!
Perhaps even they couldn’t believe that the people of Sakula Country would die so quickly.
"Lin! Tian!"
White Wuchang shouted these two words through gritted teeth, his expression so dark that it could wring water.
After his rage, he raised the carving knife in his hand and held it to Liou Qingcheng’s face.
The knife tip once again cut Liou Qingcheng’s face, drawing fresh blood.
A true rose has very dense petals, one overlapping the other.
The rose he carved was indeed beautiful, lifelike.
But if carved on a human face... it’s another story.
The lines were all very tightly packed together; if White Wuchang exerted more force, likely a chunk of flesh from Liou Qingcheng’s face would have fallen off.
Fortunately, the previous time wasn’t enough for White Wuchang to carve much, so until now, there were only four petals.
Even so, it made Lin Tian’s heart ache like he was cut by a knife.
How deranged must a person’s mind be to do such a thing! Enjoying carving human faces, how could he bring himself to do it!
Seeing White Wuchang still carving, Lin Tian pulled the trigger again.
Bang~
The deafening gunshot resounded but quickly faded into the air.
This bullet didn’t hit White Wuchang’s vital spot but instead struck his hand holding the carving knife.
The bullet pierced through his palm precisely, breaking his hand bone, lifting layers of mushy flesh.
Plop~
A splash of blood came out, hitting Liou Qingcheng’s face... Her face was already covered with her own blood, possibly because she’d lost a lot of it. Her complexion turned much paler, her mind groggy and sleepy.
"Ah..." White Wuchang let out a shrill cry, the pain in his palm causing his whole body to tremble, gasping heavily, as if having narrowly escaped death.
White Wuchang cautiously glanced at his palm. My god, the hand that used to hold a pen now had a big hole in the middle, blood gushing out.
He hurriedly used the cloth he’d previously wiped Liou Qingcheng’s face with to cover his palm, in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
But how could a penetrating wound be that easy to stop? The blood still flowed unceasingly.
At this time, Lin Tian had already approached step by step; now that White Wuchang had no knife in his hand, Liou Qingcheng was relatively safer. Lin Tian no longer hesitated, naturally advancing with large strides.
"Lin Tian... I must admit, this time we were careless, so many people failed to kill you. But don’t rejoice too soon! Our battle isn’t over yet!"
After speaking, White Wuchang took out a black handgun from his waist and held it against the back of Liou Qingcheng’s head, shouting: "Now, you have a gun. I also have a gun. I don’t believe you can hit me this time! If you dare to move a step closer now, I’ll shoot your woman!"
As he spoke, he pointed the gun at the sky and fired a shot, making a ’bang’ to show Lin Tian that he dared to shoot!
Seeing he also had a gun, Lin Tian’s face blanched. He originally thought that after hitting the carving knife from his hand, Liou Qingcheng would be safe, but didn’t expect White Wuchang had another trick up his sleeve.
Lin Tian stood in place, not daring to move forward.
Suddenly, White Wuchang’s gun moved away from Liou Qingcheng’s head, aiming at Lin Tian’s chest, pulling the trigger repeatedly...
’Bang bang bang’
A total of three shots, carrying momentum, hit Lin Tian’s chest.
White Wuchang’s marksmanship was precise; all three shots hit Lin Tian’s heart.
At such a close range, the three bullets failed to penetrate the bulletproof vest. However, the impact force still existed.
The heart is one of the most important organs; it’s incredibly delicate.
Suffering such intense impact three times in a row poses a severe threat to the heart.
Lin Tian’s rib in front of his chest broke, his heart stopped beating for two seconds. If it were an ordinary person, he’d already be dead, but Lin Tian was a Martial Artist!
Spiritual Qi flooded into Lin Tian’s heart at the first moment, allowing it to beat again.
Having brushed past the gates of hell, Lin Tian was now in a particularly dire state.
"Pah..."
A mouthful of stagnant blood spewed from Lin Tian’s mouth; he was just beginning to breathe slowly.
"Lin Tian!" Liou Qingcheng screamed hysterically. Regardless of the gun behind her, she was about to rush out.
White Wuchang watched the fleeing Liou Qingcheng, reached out and grabbed her hands bound behind her, pulling her back.
"Let go of me!" Liou Qingcheng’s tears fell again, seeping into the previous ’rose’ wound, painfully stimulating her nerves.
But to Liou Qingcheng, this pain meant nothing. All she wanted now was to throw herself onto Lin Tian, regardless of his survival, and cry her heart out.
"Hmph! You want to die with him? He killed my brother; do you think I’d grant your wish? I’ll make sure he’s buried at sea! As for you, being so pretty, you should fetch a good price when sold to nightclubs, right?"
In White Wuchang’s eyes, this was the best outcome. What he couldn’t stand was seeing the enemy fulfilled.
Want to die together? No way!
Liou Qingcheng glared at him fiercely; if looks could kill, White Wuchang would have died hundreds of times over.
"Qingcheng... I’m okay..."
Suddenly, a weak voice clearly reached Liou Qingcheng’s ears.
This voice drowned out the sound of the wind, the sound of the water, exceptionally clear, touching every cell in Liou Qingcheng’s body, like a heavenly melody.
Liou Qingcheng originally thought she was hallucinating, but when she looked up, Lin Tian stood there, grinning like a sheepish flower.