Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 165 I could even react to a bullet

Although my physical defense has always been higher than my attack power, this ensures that after my physical fitness improves, I won't break myself apart with just a little movement.

However, the power of magic is not always certain.

Not to mention that he wasn't using proper magic; he was deliberately using forbidden techniques to cause magic to go out of control—a purely disgusting, power-driven self-destruction style.

In a reality where one cannot shield oneself from harm, it's hard to say whether he can withstand the power of the forbidden spells he himself unleashed.

In any case, based on Chen Baiyu's experience...

He himself seems to have little magic resistance.

When I experimented on myself with the forbidden enchanting technique, Embrace Heaven, I had absolutely no ability to resist.

This does not mean that Chen Baiyu will succumb to it.

Afterwards, he was able to resist the urge to become addicted with great willpower and extricate himself from the addiction in time.

However, this only means it can withstand the impact, not prevent it from being blocked.

This is not a concept.

In fact, he was hit by the spell.

If you're going to get infected, you'll get infected; if you're going to enjoy it, you'll enjoy it.

At least on a mental level, his resistance to related spells is almost zero.

only……

If we consider that this is a conceptual skill given by the system, we can only consider the level of mental attribute as the criterion for determining whether the spell will be successful.

It seems we can't directly compare this skill to his spell defense.
While pondering this...

Chen Baiyu simply sat down cross-legged for the time being.

While using the Senluo Visualization Technique to slightly replenish magic power, I also tried to comprehend some techniques and methods to increase shooting range.

Who cares about this or that?

Ultimately, it's because his physical stats aren't good enough.

As long as he has enough data, what can he do even if he stands at the center of a nuclear explosion?

The numbers are sufficient.

All problems will naturally be solved.

The stronger Chen Baiyu became, the more deeply she understood this principle: as long as you have the stats, you don't need to worry about anything.

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Feeling the gentle sunlight streaming down.

Mick White held his breath quietly, watching the deer eating with its head down not far away, and slowly raised the gun in his hand.

He was a seasoned hunter.

Compared to indulging in debauchery with the high-ranking members of the Natural Baptism sect, he preferred to conserve his energy for one night before going hunting.

Because only fresh blood is what he likes best.

Whether it's human or animal.

Yesterday, he felt incredibly excited to personally slit the throats of those believers during the human sacrifice.

But once the human sacrifice was over, it felt meaningless again.

He craved fresh blood.

Instead of indulging in debauchery with that bunch of idiots.

and so.

He left headquarters early that morning.

With a hunting rifle in hand, I traversed the familiar jungle.

With his excellent jungle experience, he quickly followed the various tracks and found the deer in front of him, a prey that would let him feel the taste of blood.

Thinking.

Mick White's lips curled into a cruel smile almost immediately.

At this distance, armed with his familiar Springfield bolt-action rifle, he was confident he could kill the enemy with a single shot in the next second.

As he pondered, he was about to pull the trigger.

Then a tremendous explosion was heard from not far away.

The sound came very suddenly.

It is also extremely rapid.

It's like a significant amount of TNT being detonated.

The birds in the woods were startled and took flight in a flock.

The deer that Mick White had identified as his target also took off almost immediately, disappearing into the denser bushes nearby.

He was also frightened by the explosion.

So he was stunned for a moment and didn't react in time, allowing the deer to escape.

See this.

Mick White's face darkened almost immediately.

The finger on the trigger suddenly released.

The hunting desire that had just risen in his eyes was instantly replaced by anger, because the deer that should have bled under his gun had disappeared, and even his interest in the morning hunt was shattered by the explosion.

He gritted his teeth.

His rough hands gripped the gunstock tightly, and without hesitation, he turned and headed towards the direction from which the explosion had come.

With the acceleration of three steps into two.

Because the distance was indeed close enough, he quickly arrived near the place where the explosion had come from.

Parting a patch of bushes, I looked out.

It was a somewhat familiar stream; I had occasionally passed by it before.

But at this moment.

The stream felt somewhat unfamiliar.

Through the scope, he could clearly see a large hole in the middle of the stream, which had forced a significant portion of the water to change course.

Clearly, this is the source of the explosion.

Something exploded in the middle of the creek.

And next to this scene.

He saw a campfire on a huge rock, and a man sitting cross-legged beside the fire.

He was wearing a cosplay outfit that looked somewhat religious, and had a tattered wooden mask on his face.

It seems there are no other packages.

But since no one else can be seen, it can be roughly determined that the explosion was caused by this man.

Mick White subconsciously and quietly observed the person.

Observation revealed that this guy seemed somewhat out of place in the jungle.

Anyone who enters this forest with only this much food will almost certainly not survive.

The loose clothing alone was completely inadequate to cope with the thorny bushes, mosquitoes, snakes, and ants here, not to mention that there seemed to be no weapons or supplies.

"Is he crazy?"

"So you took an explosive device deep into this remote mountain forest and blew up the stream?"

"What is he going to do?"

A surprised thought arose in Mick White's mind.

But perhaps it is because they possess the truth.

He didn't notice anything amiss.

Instead, he couldn't help but squat down and aim his gun at the person.

"Since you caused me to lose my prey, you should be prepared to take my place."

He murmured to himself
Mick White got excited again.

Of all blood, his favorite is human blood.

That's why he was able to stay in this stupid cult for so long, with the opportunity to kill people, and be bossed around by a greedy and brain-dead leader and deputy leader.

Although he was not allowed to kill indiscriminately under normal circumstances, he did not want to be arrested for doing so and thus completely lose the opportunity to feel blood again.

But in the current situation...

If a man who came to this remote mountain forest lightly equipped suddenly died and his body could not be found, no one would find it strange, right?

While thinking.

Mick White brought the gun, which had been aimed at his head and then at his heart, to a stop, keeping it firmly aimed at his head and not moving.

Although this distance is quite far.

However, he was confident that his marksmanship was good enough to achieve a headshot.

Feel the gentle breeze.

Mick White held his breath and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

next moment.

A faint, not-so-crisp gunshot rang out from the muzzle of the silenced gun.

Mick White saw through the scope that the man sitting cross-legged was not moving at all, but his head had been quietly tilted to one side at some point.

He... he dodged the bullets?!
A terrifying thought immediately welled up in my mind, but I subconsciously dismissed it.

impossible!
Must be a coincidence!

There couldn't possibly be someone this awesome in the world.

Incredulous, Mick White was just about to fire another shot, defiantly declaring his intentions thwarted.

When he looked at the scope...

But they found that the person was no longer on the rock.

no? !
What about people? !
It was still there a second ago!

Mick White's breath hitched.

I didn't even realize what was going on.

My first thought, based on my limited understanding, was that I had encountered a ghost.

He couldn't even imagine a more complicated situation.

Before any more terrifying speculations could surface, Mick White suddenly noticed a figure standing silently on the ground beside him.

It was as if the figure had always been watching him from the side.

Mick White's eyes widened.

I was just about to point the gun at them.

Then they saw a giant hand reach up from below with terrifying speed.

He tried to dodge.

But they couldn't react at all.

He could only watch helplessly as a large hand grabbed his neck, bringing a cold touch.

then.

Mick White felt an unparalleled power erupt from his hands.

If this force is to be gripped tightly.

His neck had been crushed.

But the purpose of this force is not to hold on.

Instead, it lifted him up directly from a half-squatting position with a gun, forcing him to stand upright, and then immediately put his feet off the ground.

Bang.

He was lifted up by the neck.

Then he pressed it directly against the tree trunk behind him.

The trees and leaves rustled from the vibration, and a few leaves drifted down from the sky.

Until the entire set of movements is completed.

A strong feeling of suffocation then surged up.

Along with that came a persistent, aching pain all over my body, as if all the bones in my body had been shattered by that sudden grab.

He wanted to try to rebel.

He couldn't muster any strength at all, and when he tried to draw his gun, he found that it had already been thrown away when someone picked him up like a rag doll.

At this moment, the only thing he could move was his eyes.

So he strained to look over there.

They discovered that the person standing in front of them was the one dressed in religious clothing and wearing a wooden mask.

At this moment.

The man's steel-like hand was gripping his neck tightly, pinning him to the tree trunk and leaving him suspended in mid-air, unable to move.

But none of that is the most important thing.

Despite the pain all over his body, Mick White couldn't help but look at the eyes that were visible beneath the wooden mask of the person opposite him.

Because that's just too eye-catching.

Those eyes, with their golden vertical pupils, stared at him with an undeniable air of authority.

Mick White is certain that this thing is definitely not colored contact lenses!
Near the outer corners of the eyes, tiny, scale-like golden patterns faintly appeared.

The overall impression is one of majesty.

It was as if a giant dragon was watching him, ready to end his life at any moment.

This gave him a deep-seated sense of dread.

(End of this chapter)