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Chapter 530 Another immortal body?

The clown in the suit was startled when an audience member suddenly appeared who appreciated him.

He readily agreed, ignoring the fearful looks of the three young men, and pulled out a deck of cards from his pocket, spreading them out to show the Chinese youth.

"Does this mean I have to randomly draw a card?"

The young Chinese man asked with great interest.

The clown nodded repeatedly, his movements exaggerated and deliberate.

"interesting."

The young Chinese man stepped forward with a smile and reached out to touch the playing cards.

"He's insane, this guy is absolutely insane!"

"Didn't he see what just happened?!"

The three young men, already gripped by fear, cursed under their breath and, taking advantage of the Chinese youth's approach, hurriedly turned and fled.

But before they could take a step, a young Chinese man passing by suddenly kicked them, causing them to fall to the ground.

"Where are you going?"

A soft voice came from the side.

The three young men looked up in surprise and anger, only to see the young Chinese man standing in front of the clown, glancing at them and saying:
"Such a wonderful magic trick is a rare sight. We should at least watch it all before we run away, right?"

"madman!"

Terrified, the tattooed youth couldn't help but yell, "You madman!"

The young Chinese man curled his lip, nonchalantly reached out, and casually drew a card from the unfolded deck of cards.

"That's it!"

The clown nodded, signaling the young Chinese man to write down the card and put it back.

The young Chinese man did as he was told. After the cards were returned, the clown shuffled them with dazzling movements.

Soon, the shuffled playing cards were displayed again in front of the young Chinese man.

The young man carefully scanned the entire deck of cards and immediately exclaimed in surprise, "There aren't any?"

Xiao Fanyan was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned around. After searching for a while, he suddenly threw away the card, ran to the tattooed youth, pried open his mouth, and pulled out a piece of colorful flag from it.

Then, the colorful flag grew longer and longer, and the tattooed youth's eyes became increasingly terrified.

At one point, the colorful flag, which was several meters long, suddenly stopped, as if it had been stuck by something.

The clown in the suit dragged the card forcefully, pulling it several times until finally, with a soft "plop," he pulled a blood-stained playing card from the tattooed youth's mouth.

Haha, here it is!

The clown in the suit fell backward to the ground, then immediately got up, clutching the card, and showed it to the young Chinese man.

"Fantastic! Fantastic!"

The young Chinese Americans clapped enthusiastically, expressing their heartfelt admiration.

The clown in the suit quickly stood up, ignoring the tattooed youth whose throat was torn and who was spitting blood, and bowed deeply to the Chinese youth while holding the blood-stained card.

After that, he did the same thing and performed three more magic tricks for the young Chinese.

Each magic trick torments the three unfortunate youths in unexpected ways.

Only after the three men were tortured to the point of near death and on the verge of collapse did the young Chinese man stop clapping, smiling as he looked at the clown in the suit and said:
"I feel bad that I've watched so many of your magic tricks for nothing."

"How about this, in return, I'll give you a performance?"

The man in the suit, visibly taken aback, then nodded repeatedly, crossed his arms, and leaned against the streetlight, seemingly genuinely curious to see what kind of magic trick the other man was planning to perform.

The young Chinese man smiled slightly, then spread his five fingers and flipped them back and forth to indicate that his hand was empty.

The next second, he flicked his right hand, and an oval-shaped object suddenly appeared in his palm. He laughed loudly:
"Haha, you didn't expect that, did you? It's your head!"

"puff--"

Dark blood spurted from the clown's headless body.

The Chinese youth, or rather Su Haoming, clenched his fist, and instantly, countless wind blades formed out of thin air. With the power to cut through space, they instantly shredded the head into dust.

However, the clown, despite losing his head, still retains the ability to act independently.

He first touched his empty head in apparent fear, then suddenly raised a finger as if struck by inspiration and produced a top hat out of thin air.

The next second, the shattered head reappeared from the top hat.

"I knew it wouldn't be that simple!"

Su Haoming's eyes turned cold, and without him making any move, the surrounding air began to swirl rapidly, transforming into countless pale blue wind blades that filled the entire street.

"laugh--"

In an instant, the clown in the suit and the street lamp next to him were cut into billions of particles.

Su Haoming clenched his fist, and the surrounding space immediately trembled. Strengths of space swept and spread, compressing extremely towards the center, instantly condensing into a dark point of light.

However, even with this level of erasure, the existence of the Joker in the Suit still seems to have not been erased.

A glint flashed in Su Haoming's eyes, and he immediately released his divine sense, following the other party's trail all the way.

In the blink of an eye, he found a clue, and his dark eyes suddenly turned towards the outskirts of the city.

"caught you!"

Before he could finish speaking, Su Haoming's entire body disintegrated, scattering into countless wind blades that swept towards the sky like a pale blue hurricane.

In just a few seconds, he arrived at a place on the outskirts of the city that looked like an abandoned amusement park.

Behind the amusement park, in the wasteland, there was an open-air tomb.

Inside the tomb was an old coffin shaped like a large wooden box. Through the slightly ajar opening of the coffin, one could almost see an orange figure rapidly reassembling.

However, before the figure inside the coffin could fully reform, a pale blue hurricane descended from the sky, solidifying and pressing down with its right hand like a mountain. "Boom!!"

With a single palm strike, a giant palm print was created on the ground within a radius of tens of meters.

Everything was shredded to dust by the violent wind blades, except for the coffin, which resembled a magic wooden box, which remained unharmed, though it was deeply embedded in the ground by the force of the palm strike.

"As expected of the Deadly Joker!"

Su Haoming descended from the sky, hovering in the air, his expression icy as he looked down at the coffin.

"The Deadly Clown" is a remarkable series of horror short films. The protagonist is a clown magician with many powerful, conceptual abilities, making him a typical mechanical horror character.

If you sincerely applaud and appreciate his magic tricks when facing the deadly clown, you can survive his clutches.

However, most of his magic tricks are quite bloody. Ordinary people would be terrified in the face of such magic tricks, just like those three young men, and would have no mind to applaud.

If he doesn't get applause, the clown will continue performing his magic tricks.

He wouldn't look for his next target until his bloody magic had completely killed the audience.

Su Haoming's clone had been eyeing the Joker for a long time. The reason he didn't show up to intervene sooner was simply because the three gang youths from earlier deserved to die.

But the Joker's targets aren't just bad guys; choosing those three street thugs was just a coincidence.

If we let him go, many more innocent people will perish under his deadly magic...

According to the established lore, the Deadly Clown usually only appears on Halloween night.

But in this world, there is clearly no such setting.

Every night, he would climb out of this wooden box-like coffin and randomly seek out his audience.

"So, if we get rid of this coffin, we can get rid of the Deadly Clown problem, right?"

With this in mind, Su Haoming decisively raised his hand, took out a crystal ball the size of a fist, and put the coffin below along with the surrounding soil into the ball.

He had already tried it; physical methods were not very effective against this kind of mechanical monster.

Destroying the coffin would only buy time; it wouldn't address the root cause.

Since that's the case, let's not bother and let the stronger monsters deal with the other monsters!

With this in mind, Su Haoming quickly opened the chat group, put the crystal ball in his hand into the red envelope, and then sent it to Lin Yu as a special red envelope.

[Su Haoming: [Exclusive Red Envelope]]

[Su Haoming: Brother, your package is here!]

Lin Yu: ...?

Su Haoming chuckled, did not reply to his elder brother's message, and immediately flew towards the direction where the other monsters were.

……

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At the same time, on a lakeside in the suburbs of New York, a tall figure wearing a hockey mask was wielding a rusty machete and hacking and slashing indiscriminately in a lakeside camp.

Screams and the sounds of blades piercing flesh rose and fell incessantly.

"Oh!"

Just then, a deafening gunshot rang out.

The killer's swinging motion with the machete froze instantly, and a bloody hole appeared on his forehead, running from front to back.

He stopped swinging his knife, slowly turned around, and, despite his injuries that would be fatal to an ordinary person, stared expressionlessly at the young man who had suddenly appeared behind him.

The couple who were being chased by him looked terrified and quickly got up from the ground, hiding behind the young man.

"Brother...brother, who are you?"

"A Kamen Rider passing by!"

The young man gave a perfunctory reply, then looked helplessly at the young couple who were tightly embracing him.

"What are you standing there for? Run!"

"oh oh!"

The two men suddenly realized what was happening, quickly released the young man, and turned to run towards the car not far away.

The young man glanced at the blonde beauty's amazed breasts, then turned around and looked with interest at the tall figure in front of him.

Jason Voorhees, a classic horror character from the "Friday the 13th" film series, possesses immortality and superhuman strength...

At this point, the young man lowered the silver pistol in his hand and sighed:

"Another immortal being? Where do so many immortal beings come from in this world?"

"If this guy can also resurrect infinitely, then I'll have to give him to my older brother again..."

Before he finished speaking, Jason had already taken a step forward, wielding a large knife and slashing at the young man.

The young man pushed the knob with his thumb, switching the pistol to Holy Light mode, and then decisively pulled the trigger.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Deafening gunshots rang out in succession, and seven bullets, gleaming white, pierced Jason's forehead and heart.

Black blood splattered out, and Jason didn't even utter a sound before falling backward to the ground from the impact of the bullets.

Seeing this, the young man smiled smugly and pretended to blow away the gunpowder smoke from the muzzle.

However, just as he was about to step forward to check the injuries, his gaze suddenly sharpened, and he discovered that under the white light, Jason's flesh was still slowly but steadily healing.

"...So, even Holy Light bullets can't kill this guy?"

Su Haoming smirked and couldn't help but complain, "God, you don't seem to be able to do it either!"

(End of this chapter)