Chapter 926: Aziz's Nemesis
Translator: Sean88888 Editor: Elkassar1
The muscular man took a deep breath.
When he inhaled, Sheyan could feel his hair drifting forward. The suction force of his breath was unbelievable!
Strangely, he only inhaled but did not exhale. He inexplicably started chewing on the mouthful of air that he sucked in, as if he sucked in something hard and crunchy instead of intangible air! Sheyan could even hear the crunching noises!
A glint flashed across Sheyan's eyes as he communicated with Aziz through the nightmare imprint:
"What are you waiting for? Are you going to wait till his power reaches its peak?"
Aziz was apparently not used to being questioned. He only replied coldly after a while:
"I have no shooting opportunity. He's in my blind spot. Because I shot at those two people just now, he already narrowed down my possible hiding place. It wouldn't be prudent for me to act now that they're prepared."
Those who were familiar with Aziz would be shocked if they heard him. He actually explained himself! It could be seen how big a temptation the Golden Side Mission was to him. Any other occasion and he might have already walked away.
Sheyan was about to speak when the burly man breathed again and laughed:
"Ye little bugs, tremble under the might of Lord Shali."
As he spoke, he slammed his fist into the steel wall next to him!
Strictly speaking, the power of this punch was not that strong. The surrounding passages were all built with hard alloys, so the punch would at most make a dent in the wall. But, an odd thing happen.
The spot hit by Shali's fist emitted a "kakakaka" sound. With the spot as the centre, the surrounding steel wall twisted and twirled as if it was made of paper to wrap around the fist! A simple and savage steel boxing glove was thus formed!
Not only that. The steel alloy surface right on top and below Shali twisted strangely as if there were a pair of invisible hands shaping them. The hard surfaces were then crudely turned into a simple heavy steel armour which was then equipped on Shali.
"This isn't your power, Shali," said Sheyan as he stood in front of the passage and sensed with his eyes closed:
"The one hidden in the metal, show yourself. I'm guessing you have Magneto's ability to control metal? It's no fun to stay hidden like this. Why don't you show yourself and let me take a good look at you."
A string of coughing sounds could then be heard. It sounded harsh like the grating of metals. Afterwards, a young man in a suit "walked" out.
The reason the word "walked" was in quotation marks was because the way the young man made his appearance was very peculiar. His feet did not move at all. Instead, the metal under his feet was like a tamed horse, slowly dissolving on the alloy surface while sending him forward. It was clear that in front of this person, metal was but a puppy wagging its tail, eager for the care and food from its master.
Most importantly, he didn't seem to care that he had walked into Aziz's shooting range. Although the man did not seem to have made any movements, the air around him had a strange layer of distortion which looked very unique. It looked as if the air around him had turned into liquid while he was nonchalantly soaked in it. When others gazed upon him, they would find their line of sight forcefully distorted due to refraction.
"I think we have to think about how we should retreat," said Aziz indifferently:
"This person's name is Salmons. He gained Magneto's ability by way of some chance encounter. In fact, he may have surpassed Magneto thanks to the strong support of his innate ability. He can control metal almost to the point of perfection - and metal happens to be the core ingredient of my bullets."
Sheyan closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he was staring into the distance. He exclaimed confidently:
"Oh, so there are actually three of you."
The Blood Sensing could only tell the number of participants in a certain area. There was absolutely no way it could have the precision which Sheyan displayed. Even the expression of the imposing Shali changed slightly when he heard that. He couldn't help exclaiming:
"Since you stand on the front line and dare to come to the Bloody World, you should be a Berserker, right? It's a miracle you're still alive with such a high Perceptive Sense!"
MTs would normally never participate in the Bloody World. Those who came here were all contestants who could pack a punch, escape swiftly, and had a certain level of survival ability. Therefore, Shali's team had made a mistake in judgement from the very beginning.
By their reckoning, Perceptive Sense was important but mainly for Gunners and Summoners. If a melee contestant really had a lot of free attribute points to spare, then they would normally invest in Physique instead. At least it would increase their survivability. For a party, having a Gunner with high Perceptive Sense was enough. Why would they need a Berserker with high Perceptive Sense too?
Little did they know that Sheyan had once again misled them. Sheyan did not rely on his Perceptive Sense to discover the last two opponents at all, but a temporary ability that he obtained after spending 5 achievement points - 'Penetrating Vision'!
Before he started a fight, Sheyan would always try to mislead the enemy in every possible way in order to give himself the greatest advantage. These little details could very well decide the outcome of a battle if they were utilised well! They may or may turn out useful, but Sheyan believed that there was no harm trying.
Sheyan did not answer Shali. Instead, he turned towards the ceiling and beckoned with his finger.
Amidst a harsh friction sound, a guy who appeared slightly stooped jumped down from above. He looked a bit resentful. The sharp steel claw gloves the guy wore on his hands had a lot of sand and soil stuck to them. For safety reasons, there was no ventilation shaft above this passage. Apparently, he intended to dig a tunnel directly towards the top of Sheyan's head!
Based on the way he did things, he seemed to be the kind of guy who was resolute and vicious, as well as having a lot of confidence in his own strength. Sheyan smiled at them and said:
"You want to take me on with just the three of you?"
"Not just you. We plan to take on both of you," The hunched-back guy called Stend who jumped down a moment ago licked his lips and spat on the ground, then said, "Two idiots with five Bloody Invitation Letters."
Salmons smiled slightly and said:
"Is that you, Aziz? When was the last time we met? Was it two or three worlds ago? Your bullets sure caused me a lot of trouble back then. But that was when you were together with your leader, the gravity controller. To think that I'll meet you again here....seems like today's not your lucky day."
Aziz slowly walked out of one of the rooms, showing only half his face. He coldly said:
"I wouldn't be so sure."
"Oh really?" Salmons smiled, "Do you really believe this guy in front of you is even stronger than the MT and leader of your party? Just stop with the unnecessary struggle and save everyone some precious time."
Sheyan smiled and said:
"Are you talking about Zeus? That guy's nothing special."
"Interesting. This is the first time I've heard someone refer to an MT as nothing special," said Salmons, "Maybe you're also a powerful MT who came to this Bloody World for shits and giggles, eh?"
The others around him laughed mockingly along with his remark. However, Sheyan was very relaxed as he replied:
"Yeah, I am indeed an MT."
"Oh, I see. So you're an MT who doesn't use a shield," remarked Stend sarcastically, "MTs like you are a dime a dozen, but only among the newcomers. When the contestants had just entered this f*cking nightmare realm, everyone thinks that they're so tough. I didn't expect to find someone like that in the Bloody World."
Sheyan ignored him and spoke with Salmons:
"The only advantage Zeus has over me is that he's an Awakener and he has a Domain ability. Although I've only become a Growth Hunter recently, I should have no problem defeating him."
Salmons suddenly flashed a smile at Sheyan:
"Thank you, this gentleman here whose name I do not know. Thank you for your cooperation. You gave me the time I needed to complete this.....powerful spell!"
When he uttered the last two words, his eyes showed a feverish look. A golden protective barrier fully-enveloped his body. He started to chant loudly. At first, he was merely chanting alone, but towards the end many different voices joint his to form a grand harmony. The deafening voices echoed intimidatingly in the passage!
As he loudly chanted, the surrounding metal walls melted like candles. The metal walls looked as if they were covered with a layer of cloth that flapped in the wind. Behind them, countless hands and feet scrambled chaotically, as if thousands of demons were ready to smash that thin metallic layer to descend upon this world!