The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle

He raised his hand, and a bullet was fired!

The bullet whistled out!

Spinning through the air, it accurately shot towards the Butterfly at the back!

"Damn!"

With gritted teeth, the Butterfly instantly abandoned its Skill and dodged it! The dense swarm of Butterflies dispersed!

All the long-range moves of the crowd were gently evaded by the young man with black hair, with his eyes closed, nearly brushing past him each time!

The key was,

his dodges were extremely stylish. Every time he dodged, he would raise his Desert Eagle. They had confirmed that this Desert Eagle was just an ordinary firearm with unlimited bullets, but each bullet posed a deadly threat.

When they tried to dodge, other bullets blocked their paths!

After the trajectories they dodged were predicted, two people screamed in agony! Old Mo and Silver Hand were both shot!

Then the young man with black hair did not stop. A seemingly ordinary Desert Eagle acted like an invisible scalpel, possessing highly accurate and lethal intent toward them!

"Fuck!" Rhythm said, "Just with a pistol, you think you can take care of all of us!"

He charged forward, roaring, "Bro, do you think you're filming The Matrix!"

"My entire skin is as tough as iron; you can't penetrate me! Everyone, attack!"

The young man with black hair slightly curved his lips upward, "You are the bravest among this batch of newcomers."

His figure suddenly moved, and in a blink, he shoved the Desert Eagle straight into Rhythm's mouth!

"Unfortunately, the bravery of a brute doesn't get you far and often makes you the first to be sacrificed," the young man with black hair said, as if reminiscing, yet also as if imparting his own Experience:

"Lad, it's time for you to log off."

Under Rhythm's terrified gaze, he was instantly killed by a headshot! Blood exploded from the back of his head, spattering the ground!

"Now... it's your turn," said the young man with black hair, still with his eyes closed, a slight smile on his lips as he looked at the crowd!

"Kill!"

The crowd was both fearful and irate!

They weren't angry about Rhythm being killed, but angry that the opponent intended to take them out in such an ordinary fashion.

You must understand...they were all Seventh Rank!

At this level of Strength!

Hot weapons could almost be completely easily dodged. Various means of defense hardly posed a threat.

Yet, this young man with black hair, using just this kind of pistol, and even with his eyes closed, casually took out one person.

It was a humiliation!

The young man with black hair avoided an arrow, stepped forward, kicked away the energy wave of the Giant Axe! The fire tongues from Silver Hand's Gatling gun pursued again!

His Desert Eagle fired two bullets in a moment.

Colliding in the air, they incredibly changed direction, passing through the heads of Butterfly and Silver Hand in an unimaginable way!

The young man with black hair said lightly with his eyes closed:

"You two are the easiest to suddenly die among the newcomers, teamwork... the rear positions are easier to break through."

"Enough talk!"

Bald and Giant Axe, knowing that the opponent did not use Spiritual Energy or Skill, simply relying on a Desert Eagle and movement technique, immediately roared angrily and charged!

Both were embodiments of Strength, each skilled in their respective Domains and with unique techniques!

"Sky Star Fist!"

"Heaven Splitting Transformation!"

The young man with black hair smiled lightly, "The names sound impressive, but..."

He closed his eyes.

Two bullets popped from the magazine of the Desert Eagle, and in an instant of rapid movement, he kicked the two bullets towards the sky above!

The two men frowned deeply! There wasn't much of a threat, the bullets moved slowly, yet they dared not take it lightly.

However,

The next moment,

Two more bullets were flung from the barrel! The bullets, with lethal intent, targeted their hearts!

"Block!"

Instead of dodging or avoiding, they focused their energy on the vital spots they were targeted at!

But the two bullets did not strike in mid-air; instead, they hit the bottoms of the two bullets that had just been kicked into the air!

As the gunpowder exploded in an instant,

the bullet heads were propelled out forcefully!

Striking their vulnerabilities from extremely tricky angles!

The reason why Seventh Rank need not fear various hot weapons is because their reaction speed is fast enough, and they can gather Spiritual Energy for defense, but now... it was as if their whole bodies were full of openings.

"Pop! Pop!"

Two sprays of blood exploded!

The two clasped their necks, their eyes wide.

Fatal damage, bypassing Physical Strength, directly reducing Vitality—as long as a fatal spot existed, even a God's assassination could be accomplished, let alone for these two Seventh Rank individuals!

They wanted to say something, but they could no longer speak.

The young man with black hair raised the Desert Eagle again, aimed at the two, with eyes still closed, yet revealing a trace of a smile: "Among the newcomers... you have strong individual Strength, but tend to fight alone, dying from various... unseen malicious strikes."

"Bang! Bang!"

Two bullets instantly ended their lives!

They collapsed thunderously, leaving only dead bodies.

The wind was noisy in this area, yet it seemed so silent.

The young man with black hair closed his eyes, his lips slightly moved, revealing a smile, "How about you?"

"Aren't you coming?"

"Or have you already given up?"

Old Mo didn't stand up front, coughed and said, "I'm already tired... let the young ones handle this, I'm stepping back."

Su Qi patted his shoulder, "You are the most cowardly among this batch of newcomers."

"Buxian, you little brat! None of your business! Moreover, should you be the one to say this?" Old Mo roared.

"You're the most shameless one among these newcomers too!"

Su Qi: "Liao Zan!"

"Who the hell is praising you!"

The young man with black hair watched the two bicker, his smile slightly changing, as if recalling something.