Chapter 946: Run Through
Choi Yong-ho was planning to escape amidst the chaos, not even caring about his own disciples anymore.
Facing such a terrifying opponent, surviving himself was already difficult enough—how could he worry about anyone else?
But soon, his scalp went numb and his back turned icy cold.
Right now, he felt like someone was holding a sharp sword just one millimeter away from his eyeballs.
"Run!"
Choi Yong-ho decisively mustered all his strength and dashed toward a building not far away.
His leg techniques were extremely formidable, so his escape skills were truly first-class.
Zhang Yi aimed his bullet at him, but it only grazed past him, skimming over his scalp.
Choi Yong-ho dodged behind the building, feeling a warm sensation on his head.When he reached up to touch it, he was horrified to discover that just the passing bullet grazing past his head had left a long, narrow wound on his scalp.
"Oh? Not bad skills!"
Zhang Yi raised an eyebrow, though he wasn't particularly surprised.
The opponent appeared to be an enhancement-type ability user, so having sharp instincts and astonishing speed wasn't unexpected.
"No rush, let's take our time."
Why should Zhang Yi be in a hurry?
He was just here for hunting, with plenty of prey before him to pick off one by one.
Choi Yong-ho's breathing became rapid as he hid behind the building, already calculating escape routes in his mind.
"Between me and that sniper, there are three buildings. As long as I don't run out, he can't hit me."
"But his bullets are too fast—I can't escape every time."
"Then... what about counterattacking?"
The moment this thought appeared, Choi Yong-ho immediately shook his head frantically.
"No, no, no, that would be no different from seeking death!"
Just then, Choi Yong-ho heard shouting.
"Master, are you alright?"
Several of his disciples ran over. Out of fear, their faces—already pale from cosmetic procedures—turned even whiter.
Some of Cha Haesik's disciples also gathered around, placing all their hopes on Master Choi Yong-ho.
Looking at them, Choi Yong-ho immediately thought of a brilliant idea.
He told these superhumans: "I've already seen through his strength! He's just a long-range attacker. Once we close the distance, he'll become a lamb waiting for slaughter!"
"But right now, I need to confirm his position."
He twisted his right foot on the ground, sinking half his foot into the snow.
"Trying to kill me, the Iron Leg Water Strider? It's not that easy!"
"Create an opportunity for me to confirm his location. Then I have a unique technique that can instantly close the distance and kill him!"
Seeing Choi Yong-ho's confident appearance, the superhumans felt much more reassured.
One disciple asked: "But Master, what do you need us to do?"
"Yes, just tell us what you need—we'll follow your orders!"
Choi Yong-ho said solemnly: "Simple. Spread out and approach his position from different directions. Draw his fire! The moment he shoots, I'll instantly confirm his location and kill him!"
Hearing this, the disciples looked at each other, their expressions showing hesitation.
They had already witnessed the opponent's strength—he had instantly killed Taekwondo Master Cha Haesik with one shot.
Wouldn't going over there be equivalent to suicide?
Seeing everyone's hesitation, Choi Yong-ho's face darkened as he scolded:
"Without even this much courage, how can you call yourselves elites of the Great New Rohan Republic? Have you forgotten your mission for coming here?"
"To display the courage and strength of our Great New Rohan Republic before all nations, making them dare not look down on us!"
"If none of you dare to act, you'll just be killed one by one by the opponent!"
Under Choi Yong-ho's coercion and persuasion, the disciples had no choice but to cooperate.
At least if they tried, the probability of death might not be too high.
The disciples finally agreed to lure the superhuman into shooting for Choi Yong-ho.
After everyone coordinated, they burst out from behind the building in an instant.
Seven or eight people approached the building where Zhang Yi was located from seven or eight different directions.
Zhang Yi curled his lips. He didn't even bother using the sniper rifle anymore, instead drawing his two White Owl pistols.
Against superhumans of this level, handguns were sufficient.
Silver bullets cut through the thick toxic miasma, actually creating strands of sacred radiance in the gloomy space.
Zhang Yi moved with incredible speed. Under thirty-fold acceleration, his firing speed became a series of afterimages.
"Thud!" "Thud!" "Thud!" "Thud!"
The disciples charging toward him were shot down one after another. Sacred Silver bullets pierced through their chests, the tremendous impact sending them flying backward to crash onto the snowy ground.
Hua Hua, who had been waiting in the shadows all along, quickly rushed over to clean them up.
And what about Choi Yong-ho?
Watching his disciples die intensified his fear.
But the threat of death made his body act on instinct with lightning speed.
The moment Zhang Yi opened fire, his legs transformed into a whirlwind as he raced rapidly along the buildings toward the distance!
He had already planned his escape route—filled with various structures that would make it impossible for the sniper to aim at him.
Even if the sniper managed to aim, he couldn't get a clear shot.
This New Rohan Hwarang Master now completely abandoned any dignity of a strong expert, thinking only about how to escape!
"Run? What were you thinking!"
Zhang Yi sighed and gripped Thunderbolt again.
"Bang!"
Choi Yong-ho madly sprinted into the distance. He wanted to return home, back to that small country that had raised him.
Although the population was small, Choi Yong-ho was like a god there.
Constantly being flattered had made him believe he was invincible.
That's why he had arrogantly volunteered when the Colombian Navy came recruiting.
He had originally intended to dance freely on this great nation's stage, making his reputation as a Hwarang Grandmaster famous throughout the world.
He just never expected that less than an hour after setting foot on this battlefield, he would face a deadly crisis.
"Huh..."
Suddenly, Choi Yong-ho's footsteps halted.
He looked down in astonishment at his chest.
There, crimson blood was gushing out, quickly turning into an eerie black from the freezing temperature.
A bowl-sized hole had been opened there, completely through, even allowing light to pass through.
"I actually... got shot?"
Choi Yong-ho's mind went completely blank.
Why?
He didn't understand—he had clearly planned his escape route perfectly. He shouldn't have been hit.
So why still couldn't he escape?
Choi Yong-ho slowly turned around, wanting to see that enemy.
Behind him was an incredibly strange scene.
The thick toxic miasma had been parted, revealing the bullet's path—a long, narrow tunnel.
Behind him, a building showed a clear through-and-through bullet hole.
If he could have looked more carefully, he would have discovered that between him and Zhang Yi, over a dozen buildings all had bullet holes following the exact same trajectory.
With this shot, even though he thought hiding behind buildings was perfectly safe...
He absolutely never imagined that Zhang Yi could penetrate over a dozen buildings to strike his body!
This was the power of a top-tier superhuman sniper!
Choi Yong-ho slowly knelt on the ground, soon losing all signs of life.
From within the thick fog, a massive black beast emerged, then bit into Choi Yong-ho's body and began eating voraciously.
Author's Note