Chapter 352: Su Jingming: Is This Right?

Clack Clack Clack—!!!

Six barrels spun wildly, countless bullets poured out like a metallic storm, aimed directly at Yue Chengzhang and Fang Zhiyan.

Both of them were hit by the hail of bullets.

Yue Chengzhang: "???"

Fang Zhiyan: "......"

A tentacle of Fang Zhiyan just blocked Yue Chengzhang's sword, and the next second it was smacked face‑first by a dozen bullets.

Although the bullets barely hurt him, he instinctively froze, the tentacle shielding all the shots, his dark‑red eyes fixed on the direction the bullets came from.

In the corner, his cheap student was holding a Gatling gun, expressionless, spraying the world, the muzzle flame flickering his face.

Should he brag that he actually handcrafted a Gatling in just a dozen minutes?

Yue Chengzhang's condition wasn't any better.

He had just seized the moment when Fang Zhiyan was distracted, thrusting a sword at his chest, only for his back to be struck by a burst of bullets.

Puff puff puff—

Golden protective energy auto‑activated, blocking most of the damage, but the sudden impact still made him stagger, his sword veering three degrees, grazing Fang Zhiyan's hem.

Yue Chengzhang turned his head and saw Ying Duo wielding a Gatling, firing wildly at both of them without distinction.

...... Is this right?

Ying Duo's Gatling kept sweeping, bullets like tireless rain, perfectly covering the two.

Yue Chengzhang and Fang Zhiyan were forced to divert some of their energy to deal with this sudden "third‑party firepower".

【Hit target! Damage -2】

【Hit target! Damage -3】

【Hit target! Damage -2】

【Hit target! Damage -3】

【Hit target! Damage -1】

The damage numbers frantically rolled in Ying Duo's view, each tiny, yet the count was climbing by dozens per second.

Ying Duo, expressionless, kept sweeping.

Honestly, Ying Duo's barrage was like adding a debuff to the battlefield, harming everyone.

You might ask which side he's on, but he outputs indiscriminately.

Even if you say he's fighting both, he hasn't even broken any defenses, just barely scratching the surface.

On the battlefield, Yue Chengzhang and Fang Zhiyan kept fighting, but both moved noticeably slower.

Not because they're tired.

It's because that Gatling in the corner is unbearably annoying.

Every time they try to engage seriously, a burst of bullets flies in, breaking the rhythm.

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A sniper crouched on the rooftop edge, shouldering a jet‑black, long‑barrel sniper rifle that blended with the night, the crosshair in the scope locked steadily on the battlefield's center.

But his finger lingered over the trigger for a long time, never pulling.

Not for lack of a target, but because he truly didn't know whom to shoot.

In the scope, that Ying Guang Lu kid was holding a hastily‑built Gatling, its muzzle spitting a half‑meter flame, bullets pouring out like a downpour.

The bullet impacts were extremely uniform.

Half struck Yue Chengzhang, half struck Fang Zhiyan.

Energy glows occasionally flared on their bodies, but on close inspection the bullets, though intimidating, failed to breach either's defenses.

"....... What's going on?"

He muttered softly, his tone laced with indescribable confusion.

Is this the legendary, a torrent of tiger‑like ferocity, only to see damage of 250?

He withdrew a sigh.

He was originally surprised to see the kid hand‑craft a Gatling on the spot; the kid was indeed impressive, but Rune weapons' damage is inherently limited.

But the problem is, the kid is firing at both sides simultaneously.

Which side is he actually on?

At that moment, a cool female voice came through his earpiece.

"Status?"

Su Jingming twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Holy Lady," he chose his words carefully, "this situation... is a bit complicated."

"Speak."

"There's a kid with a head of Ying Guang Lu doing indiscriminate sweeping fire."

The earpiece was silent for two seconds; that trait was so obvious it was easy to identify.

"...... What?"

"Yue Chengzhang and Fang Zhiyan have started fighting; as we agreed, we should stall as long as possible, and that Ying Guang Lu is beside them holding a Gatling, aiming at both together."

"How much damage does it cause?"

"Roughly..." Su Jingming glanced at the negligible damage numbers, "each bullet can't even pierce the skin."

Another pause, then her voice slowly came, a few degrees colder than before:

"I don't care what he's thinking; from now on, that person is directly classified as a Co-Absorption cultist's accomplice."

Su Jingming was stunned, "He's just a student—"

"Before Chi Jinan went to the surface, he told me he had a hypothesis: he suspects that Ying Duo is the 'Flame City Cannon'."

Upon hearing that, Su Jingming's pupils constricted sharply.

"What?!"

He had only heard that Chi Jinan was severely wounded on the surface and still hadn't regained consciousness, and didn't expect there could be any of those students' matters involved here.

"It's just a hypothesis."

The Saintess's voice also carried uncertainty, yet she was the type who would rather kill the wrong one than let anyone go.

"But I am also willing to trust Chi Jinan's hypothesis, so you'd better keep the highest level of vigilance against Ying Duo."

The sniper subconsciously glanced at the scope, seeing that the Ying Guang Lu figure was still raking the area with frantic fire.

Flame City Cannon?

The terrorist who bombed the Black Stone Mountain Range, bombed the Air Train, and triggered Mutations all over Tianmian City?

Just this kid wielding a Gatling gun, indiscriminately spraying, with pitifully low damage?

Although the others of Co-Absorption have already appeared, there is no news at all about that 'Flame City Cannon', yet Su Jingming would rather believe that person left Tianmian City beforehand than accept this hypothesis.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately swallowed it back.

"……Understood."

The Saintess's words clearly weren't finished, "The Butterfly Speaker has already gone over there."

Su Jingming's brows furrowed.

"Butterfly Speaker? Letting him go over there really no problem? If the Undercurrent matter really was seen by Fang Zhiyan......"

"I know what you're worried about." The Saintess's voice was very calm.

"But the Butterfly Speaker is the most suitable candidate; earlier the Dome wanted to take someone like me over, not to mention Fang Zhiyan and the Dome have never been on the same page, they only care about their own experiment."

Su Jingming only looked through the scope at the two frowning people being harassed by bullets, then he let out a soft sigh.