All four bullets were dodged.
Jerome's dissipation lasted exceptionally long this time.
Activating "Timing Prediction," Su Changxing saw the moment Jerome manifested, raised the scythe, and struck down.
Tenfold Concentrating!
The azure blade swept across, leaving a trace over ten meters long on the ground, slicing through a tall tree along with it.
Jerome finally failed to dodge in time; every ability has its limits, and exceeding those limits can crush it.
"You're overly strong, Jerome."
Su Changxing wiped the warm blood from his face, took out a cigarette from his pocket, held it in his mouth, aimed the gun at the cigarette butt, and fired to light it.
He sat down next to the corpse, feeling waves of emptiness in his body, and also a sense of loneliness.
Killing is never something to be happy about, and if he feels happy about it, then he is about to fall into the darkness.
Blood flowed heavily from his arm.
