Chapter 115: Let the Bullets Fly

Even a skilled cook can't make a meal without rice!

Xu Xiaoshou felt like he had met his match. No matter how sharp his tongue was, facing a mute opponent left him completely helpless.

His "Gan Zhi" perception struggled to penetrate the "Bingjing Jiejie" that enclosed them both, and he guessed this barrier truly blocked all sounds from escaping.

"How cautious. No wonder he dares to make a move in the Nei Yuan."

Xu Xiaoshou gathered his energy, having survived the assassinations by Feng Kong and Shao Yi. This had dispelled his unknown fears of the Nei Yuan's big shots, making him realize these guys might not be as powerful as he thought.

But they were certainly no push overs!

Zhao Shu held one hand in the void, his fingers circling, yet he still didn't strike.

Xu Xiaoshou had planned to drag this out, as the longer it went on, the more it favored him. But then he suddenly remembered Qingteng Zhao's falling snow.

"Is this guy cooling the air inside the barrier?"

"He's creating an advantageous terrain!"

Realizing this sharply, Xu Xiaoshou's heart raced with unease.

From the start, Zhao Shu had used strong control, and even after missing, he remained calm and unhurried, without rushing in. Just based on that combat awareness, he was several times better than most.

"I can't wait any longer!"

Xu Xiaoshou narrowed his eyes and shot forward, delivering a straightforward punch enhanced by several passive skills.

To his surprise, Zhao Shu didn't dodge or evade—it seemed he intended to take the hit with his body.

"Even better!"

The punch landed heavily on Zhao Shu's chest, shattering ice shards from his body. Normally, it should have sent him flying, but only his upper body jerked back before rebounding.

Xu Xiaoshou's hand... was stuck!

Stuck right on his chest!

"What the hell is this?"

In an instant, Xu Xiaoshou switched his left hand from a fist to a palm, infusing it with "Fengli Zhi Guang" and stabbing fiercely.

More ice shards flew off as Zhao Shu's chest arched back and then returned to normal...

Not a single drop of blood spilled!

Xu Xiaoshou: ???

"Are you made of malt sugar or sticky candy?" he couldn't help but quip. "This sticky?"

Zhao Shu chuckled lightly: "In my presence, whether you attack or not, it means nothing. Under my control, everyone struggles to move!"

Xu Xiaoshou paused for a moment and said: "Disgusting is disgusting—don't bother explaining!"

Zhao Shu: ...

Seizing the opportunity, Xu Xiaoshou tried again, kneeing him defiantly, only to get stuck once more...

The ice crystals spread along the points of contact, a bone-chilling cold assaulting him. He mobilized his Jin Zhao Ling Yuan, but it still couldn't force out the cold.

"Damn, this is really gross!" Xu Xiaoshou was stunned—this was the most revolting fight he'd ever had.

He was completely restricted, powerful but unable to use it effectively!

He considered thrusting out his other leg, but that would just leave him dangling on the opponent, at his mercy.

"How do I break this..." His eyes darted around quickly.

Zhao Shu's lips curled involuntarily, an expression like this—speechless and desperate—he had seen on all his enemies' faces before.

When it appeared, he felt a twisted sense of satisfaction.

"Out of options, aren't you? I told you, under my control..."

Before he could finish, a black sword suddenly flew out from Xu Xiaoshou's chest, piercing straight through Zhao Shu's body, with the hilt stopping at his chest.

"Urk!" Zhao Shu's words were cut off, his eyes widening as blood vessels bulged, crimson blood flowing from his chest.

What...

How could a sword fly out from someone's chest?

He looked closely—it was a spatial ring?

Xu Xiaoshou grinned: "So it's an active skill, huh... At this range, you didn't even react!"

Crack, crack—

The black sword on Zhao Shu's chest instantly turned into an ice sculpture, and Xu Xiaoshou lost control of it.

A small chunk of bloody ice fell from Zhao Shu's mouth. He yanked out the sword and threw it to the ground, freezing his wound shut, his eyes flashing with ferocity.

"I'll admit, you have some tricks, but so what?"

"Dirty tactics might work once, but not every time!"

Xu Xiaoshou just smiled silently, then suddenly opened his mouth wide. Inside, a compressed fire seed trembled violently, releasing a terrifying scorched aura.

The two were only a few feet apart...

Zhao Shu: ???

Are you freaking kidding me? Even your mouth?

Faced with such a direct compressed energy blast, he didn't dare take it head-on while stuck. He instantly severed all connections and leaped away.

"Spit!" Xu Xiaoshou recoiled from the force and spat without hesitation.

The fire seed tore a black line through the air, speeding past. Zhao Shu flipped backward, barely dodging it.

But as it grazed his face, the compressed fire seed scorched his skin, ripping away patches of flesh along with his eyebrows, eyelashes, and even nose hairs.

"Hiss!!!"

The intense pain hit, and Zhao Shu quickly formed a thick layer of ice over his face to suppress it slightly.

Hitting someone in the face was taboo, and this attack had crossed the line completely.

As the ice melted away, Zhao Shu's face twisted in rage!

"Xu Xiaoshou!"

"Passive value activated: Provoked, 1."

By now, Xu Xiaoshou had crouched at the far back, almost pressed against the other side of the "Bingjing Jiejie." He simply lifted his chin slightly, gesturing toward Zhao Shu's rear.

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Shu scanned with his spiritual sense, and his pupils dilated in shock.

The compressed fire seed hadn't pierced the "Bingjing Jiejie" directly. Instead, upon reaching the barrier's wall, it exploded on contact.

A wave of scorching heat surged forth. Even though Zhao Shu quickly erected "Three Layers of Ice Walls," they were instantly melted through.

The burning force engulfed his body, propelling him toward Xu Xiaoshou.

The long-accumulated chill in the air vanished, replaced by terrifying heat.

Xu Xiaoshou was slammed against the wall by the pressure, embedding deeply into the ice.

Both lost their ability to move.

"Oh my god..."

Without the Ling Cang Ge's protection, Xu Xiaoshou finally understood why his compressed fire seed had drawn so much attention from the enforcers—it was downright frightening!

Suspended in the void with his skin peeling, Zhao Shu clenched his hands tightly. He had to suppress this explosion, or the enforcers would hear and ruin his plan.

Incredibly, the "Bingjing Jiejie" held firm, not shattering in the blast.

Zhao Shu sighed in relief, but when he regained his senses, he saw Xu Xiaoshou had already pulled himself out of the ice wall and was squatting low.

He drew a handgun and aimed it.

On his fingers, another compressed fire seed materialized...

Zhao Shu: ???

What the hell!

Why have you recovered so quickly?

This is unfair as hell!!

"Passive value activated: Suspicion, 1."

Xu Xiaoshou chuckled to himself. This guy was way too overconfident—if even Sang Lao had fallen for his "Small Fireball Technique," how dare you get distracted?

Still trying to stabilize the "Bingjing Jiejie"?

You're about to lose your life, buddy!

Let the bullets fly!