Looking at the devastation around him, Bradley instantly broke out in cold sweat. The direction of that bullet was aim straight for his spine, tight at the back of his neck.
If it weren't for the fact that he was abke to sense that something was off an shad timely reacted, there would bee a large hole on his neck right now.
With Bradley's ability, and his strengthened body, even if he had been shot in the back, as along as his vital organ were not affected, he would still be saved as long as he was able to escape back to his Subspace in the Void Space. However, Alvian had aimed for his spine and with the power of six bullets combined, it as likely that a large hole would have been blasted right at the center of his neck. At that time, even if he managed to escape back to the Overworld, no matter how much units he has, he still wouldn't be able to survive.
Under the cover of the house, Bradley's face was completely pale. Sweat dipped down from his forehead completely soaking his cloths. His hair stuck right in his head and his eyes dimmed as though he had lost a massive amount of energy.
Right now, he looked completely exhausted however, that doesn't mean he was to be underestimated. Bradley's legs were stably nailed to the ground and his entire body toppled forwards, barely avoiding the fatal shit to his neck, lodging itself deep within the tiled ground with a thud.
Heavy pants escaped his lips as he turned around to gaze at the direction Alvian had released the burst of bullets from.
Alvian was lying dead flat, silently on the ceiling of the building. Ignoring the heat and warm murky smell entering his nose from the ventilation. Cobwebs and dust covered his skin but he had been to worse placed so he wasn't at all disgusted. He gazed forwards with a stunned expression. He was terribly stunned by the scenario that played out in before him. There was no true vantage point in this building and the building only contained a few rooms in it. He had calculated the possibility of been found out if he hid in one of the rooms before ultimately deciding to hide in the ceiling to finish this game of cat abs mouse.
As soon as Bradley entered, Alvian had released his ultimate shot, the six chained bullets. The technique had been executed by Alvian hundreds of times to eliminate armored targets without fail. There was one time he had used to technique to penetrate through an armored tank, directly killing the driver inside.
But now, that same famous technique had failed to kill an ordinary human by some mysterious force field? Alvian was slightly stunned and his pupils constricted.
Bradley suddenly released a roar, and a tremble overcame the house with things falling in all directions.
"I will fucking kill you!" Bradley roared. Not only were his eyes red, the skin on his body became flushed red as they taunted to the extreme, large veins popped out all over his body.
"Boom!"
The celing suddenly exploded into multiple pieces. A large fist punched through the ceiling and grabbed at Alvian unexpectedly by the shoulders.
Caught off guard, Alvian fell through the ceiling and then was about to slam headfirst straight to the ground, he twisted his body sideways and then he landed with his shoulders, ignoring the massive pain he was feeling form his gunshot wounds. Using the momentum, he bent his back and then rolled, safely landing on the floor.
Alvian's left arm slammed against the ground instantly lifting his entire body upward as though his body was weightless. Meanwhile, large amounts of ceiling tiles came crumbling down, crashing loudly to the floor, spreading clouds of dust in all directions.
When he rolled outside the house, Alvian's pupils suddenly shrank. A large feet filled with dust and filth had appeared behind him unknowingly and immediately slammed at his back.
Bang! He was sent flying a few meters away and crashed onto a white wooden fence, breaking it before rolling on the garden.
It was then Bradley emerged from the clouds of dust with a twisted expression on his face. He walked step by step towards Alvian.
Intense fury burned within him. And the fear of death that had just brushed past him made his head spark, blazing with even more anger. His thoughts upon using the Return To Origin Card was completely different fro.his experience here.
He had been to two other worlds already and this Newbie world was his third world experience. His experience in those two worlds were quite different and dangerous but they weren't exactly enough to threaten his life.
When he had gotten the card, he couldn't believe he was so lucky and didn't dare to share the information with any of his friends in the Void Space. The card could have easily sold for tens of thousands of Units but the hearts of men are wicked, he would instantly be killed to get rid of the information being leaked.
The Return To Origin Card was so precious it cold cause a massive blood bath just for any information about its whereabouts. It was just that precious.
Having the return to card means one could return back to a Newbie world with the strength of two or more worlds to reap and harvest all of the benefits, treasures and items that world could offer without any consequences or life threatening events.
Bradley had immediately used it upon his return from his second World back to the Void Space since there was the possibility that another traveller in the Void Space with some unknown technique could easily penetrate through his defenses and then spot the card with ease. That would immediately spell trouble for him.
Every Newbie World was filled with countless opportunities, precious treasures and resources so as to prepare and strengthen the newly selected traveler for the next world.
Bradley had being very excited upon finally entering this newbie world. But who would have thought that he would meet such a troublesome newbie in this world preventing him from fulfilling his main mission and also almost had an encounter with death.
If there was the slightest possiblity he hadn't killed John, the captain of the special forces team who dropped the special pistol with him upon his death, there should have been a round hole decorating his neck by now.