My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: Killing Twenty-One First-stage Martial Artist!

The bullet, composed of pure Death Energy, tore through the air at a terrifying speed, heading straight for the goateed man’s forehead.

The First-stage Martial Artist felt a chill crawl down his spine, his heart pounding violently in uncontrollable fear.

The bullet was mere inches away from ending his life.

Logically, something so small shouldn’t have posed any real threat to him, but his instincts screamed of impending death. He had heard the elders speak of what this little thing was truly capable of.

At the final moment, his Will manifested, a giant bell encasing him in a protective shell.

The Death Energy bullet froze in mid-air, unable to advance a single inch further.

Gang Reyong narrowed his eyes. Although he couldn’t perceive or see the Will directly, it was clear that the goateed man’s Will had something to do with defense.

For a First-stage Martial Artist, revealing one’s Will was rare, unless they chose to display it openly.

"Hmm?" Gang Reyong’s brows furrowed in thought.

He pulled the trigger, unleashing a barrage of Death Energy bullets.

But not a single shot came close. None even grazed the goateed man by an inch.

Instead, the man walked forward calmly and arrogantly.

"You brat who knows nothing of the immensity of heaven and earth... I’ll show you how terrifying First-stage Martial Artists truly are."

Gang Reyong remained silent. He kept firing relentlessly, yet every shot failed, utterly and completely.

The Death Energy in his dantian was rapidly draining. At this rate, he had enough for only ten more bullets and the enemy was already closing in.

Death Energy bullets didn’t form out of thin air. Especially not the concentrated ones powerful enough to kill a First-stage Martial Artist.

Unlike Qi, Death Energy couldn’t be absorbed from the surroundings. It only manifested in the presence of death and even then, only in faint strands.

Those strands were nowhere near enough to fill his dantain so he could use it.

"Haha! Brat, you’re dead."

The goateed man now stood twenty meters apart from him, ready to end his life at any moment.

Gang Reyong had to find a solution, and fast.

His mind raced, frantically searching through every possible path, every sliver of hope that could turn the tide.

He was thinking, thinking hard, about what to do and how to do it.

And in the end, Gang Reyong let go of the sniper rifle as a swirling black haze enveloped it.

In the blink of an eye, the weapon transformed.

It was instantaneous. The very next moment one looked—

The sniper was gone.

In its place stood a bazooka.

Gang Reyong swiftly hoisted it into his arms, channeling all of his remaining Death Energy into the weapon, then pulled the trigger.

"If I can’t break through your turtle shell," he muttered coldly, "then let’s see if you can still walk through Death Energy itself."

Bang!

Once again, the bullet froze in mid-air just as it was about to reach the goateed man.

But then—

It exploded.

"Eh?" The goateed man was momentarily stunned.

The bullet erupted into a massive surge of Death Energy, flooding the area in an instant. Not a single inch was spared.

Flowers on the side withered rapidly.

The ground itself began to die.

Every living thing in the vicinity perished.

A thick haze blanketed the surroundings, obscuring all vision.

"Hmm?"

The goateed man frowned, then scoffed, shaking his head.