My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS-Chapter 167 - 123: Storm, Tokyo, Bloody Auction (Part 8)_2

Anluns swung the pool cue towards Blue Arc’s waist as if wielding a baseball bat.

Blue Arc’s eyes clearly captured the trajectories of both weapons.

In that moment, he crossed his arms, raised his left palm towards the right and his right palm towards the left. Then, a roaring electric light burst from his palms, forming two pillars of lightning that smashed onto the dagger and pool cue!

Jack the Ripper and Anluns were simultaneously knocked back more than several dozen meters. Anluns flipped gracefully mid-air, his golden hair swirling upwards.

He assumed a position like playing pool, and an air ping pong ball suddenly appeared on his left hand.

Anluns squinted, positioned the air ball in front, then thrust the pool cue in his right hand forward sharply.

Blue Arc caught this scene out of the corner of his eye and swiftly leaned back to dodge. An invisible air ping pong ball skimmed past him, carving a web-like crack in the air.

Nonetheless, the fierce wind pressure enclosing it tore several gashes in his armor. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

"Nice shot," Anluns said with a smile.

In the next moment, a thunderous gunshot rang out—Andrew on the auction stage seized the instant Blue Arc was caught in mid-air backward lean and pulled the trigger of his sniper rifle.

The bullet shot out of the barrel, transforming into a beam of pitch-black light headed straight for Blue Arc’s heart!

In the fleeting 0.5 seconds, the bullet was reflected in Blue Arc’s pupils!

He leaned back further while swiftly raising his arms, crossing them for protection in front of him.

An explosive arc formed a web of electricity in front.

But the net couldn’t absorb the bullet’s momentum; the stream of light carried Blue Arc’s body back a hundred meters, crashing into the auction hall’s wall, creating a massive crater.

No time to catch his breath, Anluns swung up the pool cue and shot another air ping pong ball into the pitch-black pit! Under the deafening roar, the auction hall wall shattered completely, revealing the boundary of the Mirror World—a black void.

In the next second, Anluns blinked, and saw a deep blue trail had already emerged in the darkness, encased in layers of terrifying electric arcs.

Blue Arc, in the blink of an eye, rushed to his back, the five fingers of his metal glove joined together in a hand knife shape, slashing down wrapped in dazzling electric light.

But at that moment, a dark red dagger spun over, blocking the metal hand knife.

Dazzling electric currents traveled up the dagger’s blade, illuminating Jack the Ripper’s pitch-black eyes. Yet, she was like a machine, ignoring the numb feeling, applying even more force on her wrist.

With a "crack," the dark red long knife abruptly sliced through the metal surface of the glove. Amidst the flying metal scraps and electric arcs, the three figures recoiled some distance apart.

Another deafening gunshot sounded, Andrew’s bullet intercepted Blue Arc’s silhouette in mid-air.

The bullet, like a pitch-black meteor, with immense kinetic energy charged toward Blue Arc like a train head-on, his body crashed through one giant pillar after another.

Amid the booming "bang! bang! bang!" a cloud of dust spread, and the auction hall pillars collapsed one after another.

Simultaneously, Blue Arc’s figure was slammed into the wall at one corner of the auction hall.

His body deeply embedded in the hollow, like Jesus nailed to a cross.

Anluns and Jack the Ripper turned sideways, quickly walking towards the exaggerated hollow.

But this second, arcs grazed their cheeks, a faint numbing sensation came, and suddenly a blood-covered, supernatural figure appeared before them, a deep blue afterglow trailing from his eye corner in mid-air.

The two raised their brows, Blue Arc gripped their heads with his shattered metal glove, squeezing them together.

Anluns and Jack the Ripper’s heads collided, nearly causing concussions, as if the whole world spun wildly.

A terrifying electric light came rushing in, half of their faces were instantly scorched, turning into gruesome bone and flesh, blood splattering, no trace of flesh remained, only ghastly white bone.

Blue Arc took a deep breath, his expressionless face embedded with a shattered mask, metal shards piercing his cheek. Blood oozed down, staining his eyes and nostrils red.

He fiercely tore a piece of bone from their faces, then withdrew his hands, his left fist wrapped in electric light punched toward Anluns’s head, while his right elbow aimed at Jack the Ripper’s chest.

At that moment, Anluns raised the pool cue to block his left fist; Jack the Ripper held the dagger in reverse against his right elbow.

Both were sent flying, crashing onto the top of a pillar, small arcs still dancing across their bodies, slightly twitching all over.

They slowly raised their heads, one side bone and one side flesh face coming into view, a ghastly demon-like appearance.

Anluns’s half face bore a calm smile, he slowly climbed up from the ground, patting the dust off his suit.

He said softly, "I wonder if Lan Duoduo’s ’Anecdote Fragment’ can fix our faces."

"Get serious... or the other side of your face will be gone too," Jack the Ripper wiped her eye corner with the back of her hand.

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