The roulette wheels of three slot machines stopped spinning simultaneously. Xu Xiaoyou didn't have the time to check the skill cards obtained, the remote skill card slot was filled, and she decisively leaned out, activating the [Stance Shield] in front of her to block all incoming energy cannon shots.

Yun Yao's attack from afar was unsuccessful, quickly retreating into cover, sprinting behind the wall to change positions. A massive explosion roared from below—Bai Zhou had reached her floor and triggered the pre-set [Explosive Energy Traps]; the entire first-floor lobby was filled with these traps, and any carelessness could trigger a chain reaction, enough to stall Bai Zhou for some time.

Xu Xiaoyou calculated in her mind, activating [It's High Noon], filling her vision with a grey-and-white tone, her senses becoming sharp; she could clearly discern the raindrops' path as they fell in the air, and the concrete walls turned transparent. She saw a petite heat source sprinting; its outline sketched in orange-red lines.

Aim, shoot.

Yun Yao, moving swiftly in the corridor, quickly retreated, cat-like, as the bullet grazed her cheek. The searing sensation made her feel a chill in her heart—hundreds of meters away, that person could lock onto her position through the wall?

But she wasn't one to be trifled with!

The heavy cannon in Yun Yao's hand transformed, setting up beneath her. Cerulean particles gathered at the muzzle, and she aimed intuitively in the bullet's direction—to fire an energy beam!

The stream of cerulean particles pierced the air in an instant, shattering the solidified rain, the raindrops evaporating into a white mist. The hundred-meter distance was rapidly compressed, exploding around Xu Xiaoyou, the elliptical halo collapsing inward, drawing in and devouring dust and light alike.

Xu Xiaoyou decisively abandoned the anti-materiel sniper rifle on the ground, leaping towards the stairs below as flying debris and metal shards rained down like a fierce storm, riddling the corridor behind her with holes.

Fire roared, and Xu Xiaoyou's thigh got caught in it—a few grotesque bloody holes soaked her black tactical stockings crimson, and another explosion boomed from downstairs, slightly closer to her position.

Leaning against the wall, Xu Xiaoyou's tied back golden ponytail fell over her shoulder, her face covered with dust, giving a somewhat weary impression. The wound on her leg made the girl's brow furrow as she reached in to gouge out a metal shard from the injury, using the bullet's gunpowder to heat the tip red-hot, pressing it firmly against the profusely bleeding wound.

The instant the several-hundred-degree bullet tip met the wound, it seared the skin while staunching the blood. Xu Xiaoyou slightly tilted her head back, her expression indifferent as she treated the wound, internally calculating when Bai Zhou would break through to her position.

After a brief respite, she pulled a brand new Armor Breaker M82 from her tool cards. The rugged, beast-like anti-materiel sniper rifle contrasted sharply with the petite blonde girl, but this world is no fairy tale—the story of a girl and a beast speaks of steel and flame.

...

Having penetrated several kilometers, Chichu Hong finally sensed something was amiss and left a message for her companions ten minutes earlier. In usual circumstances, the companions from the Special Sixth Class would arrive in less than five minutes. She is the Battle Banner, the direction of the battlefield, and following her steps would inspire battle fervor.

"So you had accomplices all along." Chichu Hong's long-combat experience enabled her to make the judgment.

Angelina stopped, casting a disinterested glance at the person behind her: "This is a life-and-death duel between you and me, what does it have to do with others?"

"Is it the Dark Gold Rose?" Chichu Hong tapped her fingertips on the flagpole, "What is your relationship with her?"

"Unexpectedly, the Prism Tier Cleaner newly endorsed by the association would truly join forces with the Abyssal White Flower to launch a raid on their squad—Chichu Hong couldn't understand why the Prism Tier Cleaner found it necessary to go to such lengths?"

"Would it be necessary to deliberately scatter their team members to deal with Special Sixth Class?"

"Even the Deep White Midnight, known not for combat prowess, once single-handedly reached the association's headquarters, intimidating thirteen Prism Tier Cleaners and confronting the full armed forces of Classes One to Four of the association."

"Unless there was some agreement reached between the Dark Gold Rose and the Abyssal White Flower, solely to deliberately create a situation where she confronted the Abyssal White Flower one-on-one, she couldn't fathom the reasoning for such actions."

"If that's the case, she's not worried about her companions' safety, implying the other side has a standard of conduct and wouldn't truly kill her companions and rip apart their relationship with the association."

"Don't mention that guy in front of me!" Angelina said viciously.

"It seems there's a certain bond between you two—a Prism Tier Cleaner with a bond to a world-class myth." Chichu Hong's words carried a hidden meaning.

Angelina's expression turned increasingly dark, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, even though she knew this woman was trying to coax information out of her. Upon hearing the word 'bond,' she couldn't suppress her erupting hatred within.

Angelina shook her head, the silvery spear-tip pointing towards Chichu Hong: "I can't understand you, why are you so obsessed with me?"

Chichu Hong: "Conversely, I can understand you well. A newborn myth, yet you aren't governed by twisted traits, possessing the capacity for rational, independent thought, capable of restraining your actions—is the likes of you unheard of in history."

Chichu Hong reversed her battle banner, wrapping the flagpole around her wrist and elbow, standing heroically: "But as long as you have the potential to lose control, possibly affecting innocent people, I can't convince myself to let you go."

Angelina didn't want to waste more words: "Let's end this quickly."

Chichu Hong flipped her battle banner: "Indeed, that is my intention."

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