I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly

"Switch places, young man! Hand over the gun; you've nearly won!"

People from the crowd began shouting advice at Xue Jing.

Xue Jing did not respond.

The man with the surname Wei showed no expression, seemingly indifferent.

In the silence, Xue Jing slowly lifted the pistol, aimed at his own head, as though about to fire the fifth shot...

Mr. Wei's heart skipped a beat, he forcibly suppressed his emotions, not letting them show on his face.

The fifth shot was the real bullet!

This kid is too arrogant, actually betting the five shots would be blanks? Courting death!

He stared intently at Xue Jing's finger on the trigger.

Press it, fire, fire!

Mr. Wei almost wished he could step forward and press it himself.

He could already visualize the scene of the young man's head exploding, brain and blood splattering everywhere.

'...on the fifth shot.'

Xue Jing felt a numbing chill at the temple where the gun's muzzle pressed, along with an instinctive warning tingling throughout his body, he thought to himself.

Twin Instinct.

A strong instinctive intuition, which had been completely indifferent during the first four shots, finally reacted as he was about to press the trigger for the fifth shot.

'This gamble... I had already won it from the moment the rock-paper-scissors ended.'

Xue Jing's eyes twinkled with amusement, as Mr. Wei's eyes twitched, he put down the revolver in his hand.

"Indeed, we still need to give Mr. Wei some sense of participation, so I'll leave this fifth shot to you,"

he said with a laugh, handing the revolver to Mr. Wei.

"..."

Mr. Wei silently stared at the revolver handed to him.

This gun was his custom-modified weapon, extremely powerful, capable of shooting through an elephant from head to tail.

Although his body was coated with "B3 Protective Membrane" and "R2 Gold Muscle," and even had "Giant's Blood" implanted in his bone marrow, his skeletal hardness and blood-making capacity far exceeded that of a normal human.

Taking a bullet from this revolver wouldn't be fatal to him... but aiming at the head could at least cause serious injury.

Even if the bullet itself couldn't penetrate his body, the kinetic energy from the shot would certainly scramble his brain.

A serious injury wouldn't be much of a concern, but the problem was, he still had an important mission to complete...

Mr. Wei's face flickered between expressions.

The usually silent Qiao Ying also showed a change in expression.

She had worked with Mr. Wei for a long time, well aware of his style, and she already knew what was about to happen.

"Wei... are you sure you want to do this?"

Qiao Ying called out loudly, her tone filled with deep reluctance.

Mr. Wei took the revolver from Xue Jing, but did not aim it at his own head, instead, he turned it towards Xue Jing's forehead.

"What?"

The surrounding crowd was filled with disbelief.

Xue Jing, with the gun pointed at him, did not change his expression, instead, he sighed softly.

"It seems, Mr. Wei intends to break his word."

Mr. Wei said in a calm voice:

"One million... I will send it to your family."

"As for breaking my word... do you still remember the initial stake I mentioned?"

At this, someone in the crowd with a good memory quickly recalled and said:

"It was something like 'if you survive, I give you one million Zhuxia yuan, if you die... no other cost is needed.'

The crowd immediately understood Mr. Wei's meaning.

Xue Jing shook his head calmly, stating: "Mr. Wei, this is sophistry."

"Indeed it's sophistry."

Mr. Wei nodded in acknowledgment.

"But... sorry."

"Bang—"

The trigger was pulled, the cylinder revolved.

In the shocked gazes of the crowd, a loud gunshot resounded throughout the gambling hall.

The brass bullet left the chamber, shooting towards the ever-composed young man's forehead.

The next instant.

"Bang!"

A figure flew backward at an extremely high speed, smashing countless tables and chairs along the way, passing through several walls, leaving behind a few human-shaped holes, unknowing where it had flown off to.

In the venue, only the youth in a burgundy suit remained, slowly retracting the leg he had kicked out.

White smoke coiled around his black leather shoes, and Xue Jing slightly frowned.

Just as the bullet had left the revolver chamber a moment ago, he had activated Twin Speed. While dodging the bullet, he kicked out using the "Shaking Star Fire" force technique.

This move was meant to channel Power into the enemy to burst from within, a Defense-Breaking Skill of the type that punches at a mountain's base from afar. Upon seeing that the opponent had a "Protective Membrane" which extremely effectively guarded against Power, Xue Jing had chosen this move to try to bypass the membrane for an attack.

But logically, this move should belong to the usage of Soft Power, and it shouldn't have resulted in such a dramatic effect that sent the opponent flying far away.

Unless...

"Soft Power was blocked outside, unable to channel into the opponent, it could only burst externally..."

"To think even 'Shaking Star Fire' could be defended to such an extent, the restriction of the Protective Membrane on Martial Artists is a bit too exaggerated."

Xue Jing shook his head.

"Bang!"

A gunshot sounded, and Xue Jing, with his Twin Instinct activated, slightly tilted his head. The bullet just passed by his ear, bringing along a gust of wind that brushed against his left hair.

At this moment, the surrounding crowd who were spectating realized what had happened, and in panic, began to flee the casino, with occasional screams echoing around.

Watching Russian roulette was one thing, but witnessing an outright battle of Immortals, staying any longer surely meant disaster for mortals.

Xue Jing was searching for the location of Mr. Wei, when he suddenly sensed a subtle air current fluctuation on his skin.

Instinctively, he reached out and grabbed a slender wrist that was trying to stab him with a black dagger.

"Oh? Dear sister, this really hurts my heart a bit."

Xue Jing said with a somewhat surprised tone as he looked at Qiao Ying in front of him.

The latter had an extremely complex expression in her eyes, even tears rolling down, but her hands were quick, flipping the black dagger in a counterattack, forcing Xue Jing to release her wrist, then stabbing swiftly towards him.

While attacking with lethal moves, she cried sorrowfully, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Xue Jing's palms emerged densely packed with dragon scale marks, caught a stabbing blow, grabbed the dagger, and restrained Qiao Ying's movements.

Then, his other palm grabbed her neck, lifting her whole body a foot off the ground.

Spiral indentations appeared on Xue Jing's arm, his arm muscles tensed as the hand grasping the slender neck clenched suddenly.

"Whine—"

"Crack—"

Accompanied by the sound of a dragon's whine and chilling bone-cracking, Qiao Ying's neck was crushed to the thickness similar to that of sugarcane by Xue Jing's grasp.

"Ah—ah..."

Her beautiful face turned up white eyes, mouth wide open, her tongue grotesquely squeezed out, a large amount of blood and chunks of flesh oozing from her mouth and nostrils. Qiao Ying's head tilted, her limbs stretched out, ceasing to struggle.

Tossing her body aside carelessly, Xue Jing spoke in an unemotional tone:

"You might think apologizing would help..."

"But unfortunately, I am a true believer in gender equality..."

After straightening his slightly wrinkled burgundy suit, Xue Jing's eyes narrowed slightly.

The crowd had mostly fled the casino, and at this moment, the venue suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Xue Jing began walking around the venue nonchalantly.

His leather shoes stepped on the floor littered with wood chips and objects like chips and playing cards, making a creaking sound.

Xue Jing suddenly harbored a strange thought.

"Why do I feel like I'm some kind of BOSS... being strategized against?"

The Mr. Wei hiding in the shadows glanced at the nonchalantly walking Xue Jing, lifted his clothes, and touched the very obvious red shoe imprint near his heart.

"What a monster..."

now.

His prosthetic eye continuously displayed data analyses of the young man from afar.

[Physical Power Level Estimate: 3.6~4.2]

[Physical Mutation Rate: Less than 1%]

...

[Overall Danger Level Assessment: 4.1~4.5]

Mr Wei's gaze paused on [Physical Mutation Rate: Less than 1%], shocked.

"...Hasn't implanted any Alien Implants, hasn't taken any Banned Drugs."

"Turns out to be a damn practitioner of Old Martial Arts?"

Looking at the youth's face, obviously still not of age, Mr. Wei's mouth twitched.

...