Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

Chapter 727 Talent and Habit

Large amounts of blood were flowing on the ground and broken limbs were falling, but Xiaoyun remained calm.

"I've begun to understand your abilities..."

"Since your revolver's reload effect relies on the [Exclusive Item], that means it's not infinite, right?"

Zhiyuan looked at Xiaoyun's slowly growing arm and whispered.

"As long as it exceeds your recovery limit or is faster than your recovery speed, that's all that matters."

Xiaoyun looked at the kite and tilted her head.

"That's assuming you can still hit me next time."

As she spoke, she slowly stood up, and the broken parts of her arms grew back together.

"At first, I suspected your [Exclusive Item] was some kind of lock-on effect that would assist your shooting, but now it seems that's not the case."

"Just now, I used visual interference on you, but you still managed to hit me accurately while I was moving, as precise as hammering a nail... So, now I think I understand the source of your marksmanship."

"You have deep ties to Night Vale... I heard there's an extremely rare but powerful engraving there that grants a 'guaranteed hit' effect to shooting weapons."

Xiaoyun said calmly and took out a new severed hand.

"All Night Vale 'sigils' are prohibited for this battle."

She said, and Kite frowned.

"There's also a 'lawyer'? Are you done yet?"

Xiaoyun shook his head: "This is the last one - I have spent a lot of money to deal with you."

"After each corpse's abilities have been borrowed, there will be a period of time where they can no longer be borrowed."

She said, then looked at the kite.

"Okay...now, it's my turn."

Xiaoyun picked up the umbrella in her hand and took a step forward.

Then, her figure became erratic like a ghost again, and the dazzling colorful light behind her exploded again.

And as she approached the kite...

Intensive gunfire rang out again.

Bright blood splattered and Xiaoyun fell to the ground with a puzzled look on his face.

"what?"

Her knee, which had just been repaired, was broken again by six bullets.

"Why did you hit me again?"

Xiaoyun looked at Zhiyuan in confusion.

Zhiyuan held up a revolver with smoke emanating from its muzzle and began to explain.

"I've heard of the 'Mark' you speak of. It was invented by Night Vale's witcher, Master Recardo of the Cross School. Legend has it that Master Recardo's own sidearm revolver was equipped with that Mark... but unfortunately... I don't have the relevant [item]."

"No matter how many times you use other people's abilities, or how many rules you construct to your advantage, you can never take away the fact that every bullet I fire will land on you."

Zhiyuan raised his hand, and the chamber that had been loaded with bullets started to rotate again as the trigger was pulled. Six bullets poured into Xiaoyun again, breaking her hands.

"You can't take away my accuracy," Zhiyuan stroked the revolver in his hand, "because this is my innate talent and the result of day and night training... It's an ability that belongs entirely to me without any external help!"

The revolver in his hand seemed like an extension of his body.

Even if his vision is disturbed or the target is moving extremely fast, Zhiyuan knows that if he can hit the target, he will hit it!

There was no need to think or doubt, as his own shooting ability was enough to surpass any [props] or [profession]'s blessing.

From playing with balloons at a balloon stand as a child, to joining a tour group and touching a real gun at a shooting range abroad, to now participating in the "Death Game"...

Kite never misses a shot!

In fact, tonight his aim was even better than before.

after all……

Now Zhiyuan has nothing except the gun in his hand.

Looking at Xiaoyun, who was recovering from injuries to her limbs and temporarily unable to move, Zhiyuan approached her.

"I don't know how many times I have to execute you... but I will execute you until you are truly dead!"

As Zhiyuan spoke, Xiaoyun raised his head and looked at him.

"So your accuracy with a gun is all your own ability... That's really impressive, it's beyond my expectations."

"But Zhiyuan, you still made a mistake after all."

Zhiyuan frowned: "What?"

"Don't you realize that I called out your name and analyzed your abilities? That means I actually understand you," Xiaoyun said lightly. "For every powerful individual I'm interested in and might be able to use, I investigate their abilities, tools, and... habits."

Hearing this, Zhiyuan suddenly felt a sense of disharmony and instinctively alert.

But he was indeed a step late.

"I know, Kite, although you are an accurate shot, you like to incapacitate the enemy first and then execute them."

Xiaoyun said this and Zhiyuan immediately reacted.

"Are there any traps around you?"

The next moment, Xiaoyun's limb injuries, which were originally "slowly recovering", suddenly accelerated their recovery. Within almost a few tenths of a second, her broken limbs were reconnected and healed, which was dozens of times faster than before!

Zhiyuan immediately retreated to create some distance, but Xiaoyun certainly didn't want to miss this opportunity.

"Go!"

As Xiaoyun spoke, she gracefully lifted the two corners of her skirt, as if to salute the kite.

A pile of limbs fell down from under her black skirt, and then pounced towards the kite like a hound, tightly grabbing the kite's calves and ankles.

Soon, the broken limbs piled up around Zhiyuan's legs at his feet, forming two small corpse mountains, making him feel as if he was stuck in a quagmire and unable to move his legs.

Zhiyuan realized that he couldn't escape, so he immediately turned the gun around and started shooting at the limbs that were crawling up.

Gunshots rang out one after another, and many of the remaining limbs were quickly beaten back!

And just then...

Xiaoyun also took the initiative to come to Zhiyuan!

"Shh!"

The tip of the umbrella poked Zhiyuan's left eye and was shattered by Zhiyuan's shot.

"Great! I didn't expect you to still have this much fighting power even when you're being approached."

Xiaoyun said, then waved the umbrella again and started poking the kite.

The two of them fought each other, and the battle entered a white-hot stage!

And the battle is also entering a fierce stage not only here!

On the other side of the garden, the battle between Liang Ye and Qian Huan has also entered the most "tragic" part!

Liang Ye's body was covered with scars of all sizes left by playing cards, including tendons, tendons, blood vessels, nerves... the playing cards cut through his body tissues again and again.

However, these injuries did not seem to affect Liang Ye. In fact, the dark flames on his body became more and more intense, and his movements became faster and faster.

He didn't know when it started, but his blood stopped dripping - because the moment the blood seeped out, it would be evaporated by the flames!