Chapter 11: "Old Rules, Combined Plan!

And the health bar above Cupid's head showed no change at all.

It remained at one hundred percent.

Although the specific Life Value of Cupid could not be seen, the event description had already made it clear that Cupid had a high Maximum Health Value, including strong attacks.

"Bang."

Chen Yi propped the sniper rifle on the edge of the rooftop and lay on the ground, without any hesitation, pulled the trigger.

The enormous recoil left his right shoulder slightly numb.

As a bullet about the thickness of a flashlight battery, with a red tail flame, rushed towards the gigantic Cupid at a speed hard to capture!

Immediately after.

A painful roar came from the mouth of Cupid.

And a huge blood-red number of five digits burst forth above Cupid's head.

'-30000'

One shot took away thirty thousand Life Value.

And on the damage ranking, Chen Yi almost instantly climbed to the top spot and left the second-place and others far behind.

"Thirty thousand Life Value,"

Chen Yi muttered softly, then started to reload and prepare the next bullet.

Thirty thousand Life Value represented three percent of Cupid's Maximum Health Value.

That is to say, Cupid had a total of one million Life Value.

Based on the calculation of losing 100 drops of blood per hit, one million Life Value would need... a lot of hits.

"Even the numbers are showing."

Tuberculosis Rabbit, lying beside him, couldn't help but speak in a complex tone, "The more I look at it, the more it feels like a game, it always seems a bit absurd."

"Deep down, there's always a sense that something like this couldn't possibly be happening in reality."

"But reality is indeed unfolding this way."

Just as Chen Yi was getting ready to fire the second shot.

His face suddenly changed drastically, and he bellowed.

"Run!"

Then, without any hesitation, he rolled several times, moving far from his current location, and Tuberculosis Rabbit also reacted in an instant.

The next second——

"Boom!!!"

A gigantic arrow was seen shooting directly at them, plowing a trench three meters wide into the rooftop, almost collapsing it.

Faintly, they could hear the screams of terror from the household below.

"Damn it."

Chen Yi was just about to pack up the sniper rifle and continue running when he suddenly noticed that Cupid didn't seem to be shooting a second arrow, but rather, was attacking the people nearby with the bowstring of the massive bow in hand.

By now, many people had gathered around Cupid, attacking him with all sorts of weapons.

There were those wielding axes, chainsaws, and machetes.

There was even someone driving a steamroller, continuously running over Cupid's big toe with the massive steel cylinder.

And someone else operating a crane, manipulating the mechanical arm, hooking the giant hook onto Cupid's groin, and then continually raising the mechanical arm.

Unbeknownst to when,

Many people had already surrounded Cupid.

Everyone was attacking Cupid in front of them in their own way.

But... it seemed to be effective.

Although Chen Yi was still in the unshakable first position, the second place had already dealt ten thousand damage, only less than twenty thousand damage behind him.

The second place was the one operating the crane.

It was apparent that Cupid's groin was a weak point.

The immense hook dealt not insignificant damage to Cupid.

And Cupid's attack method was also somewhat simplistic, just continuously attacking nearby people with the bowstring.

As long as one was quick and made accurate predictions, it was possible to dodge.

Just... not every prediction could be correct.

And then, a scream emanated from the crowd; a man was swept by the bowstring and froze on the spot, even managing to let out a scream.

Immediately after.

The body then split into two halves, blood spattering all over the scene.

Chen Yi took a deep breath and found a new spot, his heart gradually forming a suspicion.

Cupid presumably would only use his bow and arrow to counterattack against long-range attacks, or to say, attacks with high-damage, in other situations, he would only use the bowstrings in his hands to attack people nearby.

"Bang."

The dull sound of a gunshot erupted.

'-30000'

A huge blood-red damage number once again appeared above Cupid's head.

"Boom."

Another arrow struck right after.

The rooftop was blasted into a three-meter-wide trench again, and the family downstairs had long evacuated, they weren't fools, how could they stay here continuously.

After this attack fell, Cupid no longer paid them any attention and continued to attack the people around him.

Having a count in his heart, Chen Yi took another deep breath, found a new spot, and fired his third shot.

"Bang."

'-30000'

...

"Out of the way."

Two young men riding motorcycles, looking somewhat alternative, with fierce and excited expressions, shouted at the dozen men in front of Cupid, then raised the steel wire in their hands, "Let us handle this!"

As their words fell.

The dozen men in front instantly cleared a space.

Immediately afterward.

The two young men exchanged glances and tied the ends of the few millimeters thick steel wire to the rear seats of their motorcycles.

Then with expressions of fear and excitement, they tremulously said,

"Old rules, fusion plan!"

It was a game they often played where two motorcycles would accelerate from 30 to 180 miles per hour at the same time, maintaining a steady parallel course no matter the speed of travel.

This required a firm grasp of motorcycle control and mutual understanding between them.

"Damn it."

One of the young men, hands trembling slightly, lit a cigarette for himself, straddled the motorcycle with the cigarette in his mouth, put on his helmet, and lifted his feet off the ground.

He slowly placed his hand on the throttle.

"Never underestimate a man."

"This is damn crazy."

The next second—

The two helmeted young men fiercely twisted the throttle with their right hands.

Almost simultaneously, the two motorcycles roared like wild beasts breaking free from a cage, charging straight ahead!!!

80 mph, 120 mph, the speed quickly reached 180 mph!

The boys, with excitement and fear, yelled as they twisted the throttle to its limit.

The two motorcycles zoomed past Cupid's side, and the tense steel wire between them, like a sharp blade, carried a huge force directly towards Cupid's lower leg.

Almost instantly!

Blood gushed forth.

'-120000'

A colossal blood-red damage number emerged from Cupid, a full 120,000.

Unfortunately,

The steel wire did not sever Cupid's leg, it only cut deeply into it, causing Cupid to stumble to the ground.

"Roar!!"

Along with Cupid's painful roar, the wire snapped.

As the two motorcycles were racing at high speeds, they met a sudden halt due to the snagged wire rope, losing control and crashing into a nearby green belt on the road.

The motorcycles tumbled through the air seven or eight times before they heavily hit the ground.

Everyone instinctively paused what they were doing in their hands and looked up in unison to the excessively exaggerated damage number above Cupid's head!

A full twelve thousand.

This was the damage caused by the two young men riding the motorcycles.